I don't want romance. I don't want to be in love.
I want someone I can tell everything to, who I always trust with every part of me, no matter how ugly or broken.
I want someone who I can hold, but who will never kiss me. Who will hold me just to feel my heartbeat against their's.
I want to be wholly understood and to completely understand another.
I want to be so close to a person that I don't know where I end and they start, but who will never touch me but to hold my hand and know I'm there.
I want to whisper secrets on a roof under the starts and laugh, freely and innocently.
I want someone who will be there for me, forever and until the end, as I will be there for them, until the day I die.
I want to always know I'm not alone, that I'm someone's person, as they are mine.
I don't want romance, but I want. I want so much from you.
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I'm an Android don't you see,
here to explain all about the birds and the bees,
the only problem is that to me,
I've always found it more interesting if we,
instead of enjoying our honeys,
saved a bit of our time and money,
for there's so much more to life don't you see.
We could spend our downs down by the bay,
find the untraveled path to stray,
dance in circles beneath the sun's rays,
and generally live in the life of today.
But I'm an android you can now see,
though I suppose you don't need
to know about the birds and bee,
because your affection comes out easily,
so the only problem left is me.
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We Belong
We are told many things
We are told we can’t be human
We are told we don’t belong
We are told there is no place for us
We are told there is no love for us
We even tell these things to ourselves
(We especially tell these things to ourselves)
We are told we are dangerous
We are told that us breathing is toxic to the world
We are told our stories have no worth
We are told we have no value
We are told to get over it
We are told we deserve this abuse
We are told we do not exist
We are told to stay quiet
We are told to stop fighting
We are told to pick a side
(We’ve always had a side, though they refuse to see it)
We are told we don’t deserve boundaries
We are told we love wrong
We are told we don’t love at all
We are told that we’re cracked and broken
We are told we aren’t normal
We are told we are an abomination
We are told we don’t feel
We are told we are death
(We sometimes would rather be those things than what we are)
But none of those words
None
Are ours
We are Asexual
We are Aromantic
We are a rainbow across a spectrum
We are love and life and so much more
We do exist
We are valuable
We are human
We are whole
We will fight back
We will be ourselves
We will make you uncomfortable
We will not give into society
We will not be “normal“
We will love
And be loved
And find home
And find safety
And you
Cannot
Stop
Us
Had a bit of a nasty run-in with someone being a jerk about aspec identities a couple days ago, and what better revenge is there than art? I actually forgot I had written this poem earlier this year until I saw it was ace week on my feed wHOOPS It’s not my best work, I feel like it’s easy to see I wrote it as a week poet, but I would like to give my middle finger to the world and society to the world and its shittiness toward us, and this is me doing that :3 I hope you enjoyed if you read it!
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my love is no wildfire
it is not the burning scorching hot desire described in poems or novels nor is it the all-consuming scandalous passion that makes people marvel at the strength of an infatuated lover
my love is more subtle, quieter
it is how my heart’s feathering dance quickens the moment someone walks in the room it is the wish to know each crevice and corner of their mind and for them in turn to see and love each part of my flawed and broken insides
they say my love isn’t true because there is no primal attraction, but what is love if not a wish for emotional connection?
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The Ace’s Letter
Take me back to the night we met.
The words that used to make me feel so loved and cherished now make my skin crawl with the underlying manipulation that wound beneath your words, unknown to me, and maybe unknown to you.
I want to look back in fondness, but all I feel is deceit.
Deceit unto what you really desired from me was my body, my soul, the vessel that I was unable to impart upon you, but try I did. I tried and tried, I tried to enjoy I tried to believe that what you felt for me was anything beyond lust, fulfilling shallow curiosity as to what it was like to touch a confused body.
Take me back to the night we met, where nothing was known, where you and I were new.
And when I was not afraid.
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cold wall
is what I'm near
not saying thats what you are
its just what it feels like when I'm kissing you
I love you,
but when we are together
I dont feel anything
but I know you do
because I care for you
I want you to be happy
when you kiss me
ill smile and pretend it makes me so glad
pretend I'm not disgusted
and that I'm a normal person
figure out why this is a thing people like to do
right now I don't understand it
and when I say
"I promise I care for you"
I really truly do
or else I wouldn't be kissing you
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Happy weekend guys💦
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[Image description: A Tumblr text post edited into a blackout poem. Transcript below.]
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to be trans, asexual, is a spectrum mspec lesbians, non-binary genders, agender, bigender, and xenogendermake the community a communityit makes us see love 🫶
Submitted by @puppyenergy
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canines // december 10 2023
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do any of my friends know the love I carry in every word i say to them. When I add too many words, drag on a joke that’s over, when I message them despite the fact the conversation barely ended five minutes ago? every word i speak is an intimacy that’s laced with outright adoration for them as people and all the little details that make them who they are. Do you know I love you? Do y’all know how much of you I try to commit to memory? How much I try to make you smile? do y’all know the love I feel for you?
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Apparently I'm a dragonfly.
Darting wings of manganese
Fly solo ‘mongst the swarm
Other colours pair, or blend
And twirl, and dance, conform.
To outmoded convention
Of What “always has been”
Ignoring the wings that
Circle freely, unseen.
Others purples have entered
The kaleidoscope dance
In harmonic singularity
Meeting only by chance
While the bonded wings dance
Their coupling operation
Their solitary companions
Fear no infatuation
Instead they dance together
A gamble of kinship
Purple dragonflies happy
No desire for courtship.
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Im aroace, but i crave another persons body heat next to me when i lay down in bed.
Im aroace, but i want someone i trust so much that we can have whole-body skin to skin contact without fearing that we will be harmed or advanced upon.
Im aroace, but i dont want to live in a house with just myself.
Im aroace, but i want to wake up to somebody i care for immensely every day.
Im aroace, but i want to bring another person along with me through this adventure called life.
Im aroace, but i want to feel loved and cared for and love and care for them in return.
Im aroace, but i want this all without romance; just closeness.
Im aroace, but i want a life partner that i trust above anyone else.
Im aroace, but i want to love with all of my heart. Just not the way others think i should.
Im aroace, but i have so much love to give.
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For some reason I relate to aroallos more than alloaces but I guess it's simply because while I understand why people enjoy sex I just straight up don't understand romance. Also aromanticism feels more central to my identity so maybe that's why
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you sit at the piano bench. there are a few easels scattered around the room, with canvases on them, paintings left finished and unfinished alike. the sun catches on the prism you and your housemate put in the window, scattering rainbows across the room. plants spill over everything, vines and leaves swaying.
your housemate is in the kitchen, humming as they sway their way through some cake batter. there's flour on their nose. the radio is on, and quiet chatter fills the room.
you don't talk. you don't need to.
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"Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me
Not to take me home
It was simple, it was sweetness
It was good to know
You look perfect, you look different
I don't wonder about your indifference
If I said you could never touch me
You'd come over and say I looked lovely"
- We'll Never Have Sex by Leith Ross
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