Think of Me—A Story about the Beauty of Silence
It’s Ace Week, and as such I am finally getting around to talking about one of my favorite stories from this year’s DC Pride special. Specifically, Connor Hawke’s story.
First of all, I love how they tied Connor’s Relationship with his dad to his struggles with sexuality. It was done beautifully. And it’s accurate: he grew up thinking of simplistic answers to simple desires. He was isolated from much of the world, and that kept him from learning about a lot of the more complex things in regards to relationships. Of all kinds.
The creators of this comic artfully tell a story that I have been trying to convey for years.
But this here is the part that really means a lot to me. Talking about sexuality by way of music.
A fact that almost no one knows about me is that I write music for myself. It’s a way for me to interact with my emotions meaningfully. When I am overwhelmed with emotion, I scribble it down, I scream it out, and I give it space to exist. I have never written a song about my sexuality.
When I read these panels, I cried. I had never seen it conveyed this way. I had always thought of it this way. I had never put it together. It’s the kind of story that talks to a thought in the back of your mind, that tells you it’s true and that you were right.
My sexuality is a silence. I have never been able to turn it into song. And for a long time, I thought that was a problem with me. But it isn’t. It’s not a problem at all.
There are times when metaphors don’t work. Mostly there are metaphors that work for some people and not for others. I’m not always so good with metaphors, but this one is me. It’s a metaphor and it’s literal and it’s a story that I can look at and go “This is me. This is what it’s like. Look at this, look at me.”
I’ve spent a lot of time in the past few months thinking about this. About just what I want to with and for and about this story specifically. It means so much to me, and I know it means a lot to others, too.
I also spent several of these months scared to put it into words. To liken myself to a hero who is like me because his tag was flooded with people saying it was wrong.
But it’s not wrong. And this is who Connor is. It’s who I am. And I am so grateful to everyone who filled the Connor Hawke tag with edits and positivity despite all of that.
I’m Asexual. And I’m proud of who I am, I’m proud of who we are, now that I can hear it.
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Tide Pool Adventures
“You cannot eat a raw jellyfish.” Evie says firmly. “We share one bathroom, and I am not skipping my skincare routine just because you decided to eat the ocean and gave yourself food poisoning.”
“Maybe the jellyfish should be your new skincare routine,” Mal says thoughtfully. “It looks soft and slimy enough.”
“Gross. I don’t want to put things you pulled out of the ocean on my face.”
“Or in your mouth, apparently.” Mal teases. She’s in an unexpectedly good mood. The beach, which she’d expected to be bright and sunny and full of cheery tourists, is instead slightly overcast and full of interesting things that have washed up right by the edge of the water. There’s an intriguing amount of slime in a series of pools that’ve formed under the wooden dock, and she’s got a plastic bucket that was definitely intended for children and a vague plan to gather a bunch of slime to dump on the boys later.
“I don’t want to put anything you haven’t cleaned with soap in my mouth.” Evie says, wrinkling her nose at the thought. “And that includes you, M. We really need to stay somewhere with a shower soon.”
“Aww, you don’t love my natural scent?” Mal says brightly. She’s still got the dead jellyfish in one hand. It’s really fun to touch. Maybe if she can put some sort of preservation spell on it, they’ll be able to fit it somewhere in the truck.
Evie takes a subtle step away from Mal’s jellyfish hand. “I love so many things about you, and the fact that you sweat more than most grown men I know is not one of them.”
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