Being aroace is so cool, but so, so hard sometimes. Watching all the persons you hold dear finding *their* person. Grieving the idea of an allo relationship. Realizing that, maybe, somehow, you're the second choice fo everyone. Because friends are great, but **lovers** are the goal in our society.
Most of the time, i am sooo happy to be aroace. And then, when im alone in bed, at 3 am, i find myself crying by fear of being alone.
And I think it's normal. It's grieving a certain way of thinking. And it's hard, especially when you were raised this way, and that everyone keeps doubting your identity.
So yeah. Shout-out to all the aroace people, wanting a deeper connection, without wanting romantic love.
I love y'all
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Trans men and women tend to get viewed as either disgusting male freaks or perfect feminine female goddesses based entirely on identity and vibes alone, forcing trans men to either detranstion to talk about the issues faced, or shut up and hate themselves and grovel at the feet of their "betters", and trans women are forced to preform the highest standards of femininity or be shunned and live in fear of being cast out and not being "woman enough" facing the constant need to prove themselves to avoid being seen as interlopers.
these things are similar, these problems overlap, and yet people go on to pretend that one is the most victimized victim and the other is the "subjector and oppressor" (Interchangeable) and neither can truly understand the other. these ideas being perpetuated by others within and outside of these groups. It drives me up the wall that there are people pretending this helps anyone, that either benefits from the others oppression in anyway.
Personally, from what I've seen a lot of it comes out as like gender insecurity, from the inside groups, which is pretty sad, but also extremely frustrating to be lashed out at for being unwilling to accept this gender essentialist false binary
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Batman goes into the Infinite Realms to speak with the dead Lord of Time-he leaves with more than he realizes.
He feels...off. Hungrier than normal. Moodier.
If he's not in Gotham he actually starts to feel faint.
But if he's fighting crime in Gotham he tires more easily, like he's doing three times the amount of work than normal.
And then there's feeling like the city itself is...helping him?
Arkham hasn't been more secure. Joker keeps trying to escape but every attempt is foiled. Major players can't do big schemes, as something always goes wrong.
Harley catches up to him one day as he's catching his breath, and eyeballs him.
"...Huh. You too huh?"
Batman doesn't understand.
"Like with Canary. Like with me. Didn't know you was trans, but I guess it's your turn to be up the duff."
Batman wishes he still didn't understand.
But he'd gone to an impossible place before this happened, and he calls up the closest magic user he can.
And yup.
In his chest, there's three Cores-the integral heart of a being from the Infinite Realms.
Zatanna says that they're gathering strength, energy; enough to manifest physical forms.
The triplets are due in two months. Apparently, they'll just pop into existence in front of him.
Batman...is actually prepared, this was contingency 74-51-A-2.84. He has contingencies for everything.
It's amazing how few people understand that.
His family, less prepared.
With the exception of Tim, they are...well. They're freaking the fuck out.
@simplestoryteller
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