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tangle of rainbows

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just an enby in new york . . . agender, 29, it/itself
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Another part of it too is that gay people have been on the receiving end of a lot of hate along the lines of:

  • “You’re disgusting licentious animals”
  • “Have some self control and stop putting your sex drive before decency”
  • “Why can’t you just be abstinent?”
  • “Why are you so obsessed with sex?” 
  • Direct quote from an anti-gay evangelist I remember hearing in a documentary as a kid: “Why can’t two women just share love without genitalizing?”
  • “Sex between a man and a woman is about love. Gay people are just hedonists who can’t be bothered to love anyone.”

For most sexual people, sexuality is really, really important, and being told to disregard it is degrading and dehumanizing on a level it’s hard to describe. Gay people, lesbian people, bisexual people… tend to really, really need space to celebrate their sexuality as an essential part of their humanity.

The asexual community needs space to downplay the importance of sex, to emphasize that sexual attraction isn’t part of everyone’s experience, that it’s ok not to have sex or be interested in sex, and so on. (And I’m sure any number of other things that I don’t understand)

I think that, often, those need to be different spaces. Not always, but often. 

Not because asexuals are unimportant; asexuals matter and face some really awful things and need and deserve support and solidarity. The issue is that there are often diametrically opposed needs. (And often, equal and opposite triggers).

There are things like, you know, gay people might say things like “sexuality is human; all humans are sexual and that needs to be respected”; and asexual people might say things like, “why is the queer community so obsessed with sex?”, and those things are both being said for reasons and they’re both really, really hurtful to some people who come to community to have who they are recognized and celebrated. (Because there can be a visceral reaction of “Are you saying I’m not a person?” or “Are you saying the people who said I should just suppress my sexuality and be alone forever are right?”)

Which is a reason that I also see the LGBTQ space and the Gender and Sexuality center really, really differently. 

It’s definitely more complicated than that, and sometimes there’s overlap (especially for homoromantic or biromantic asexual people), and any number of other things… But I think this is important context to understand. 

This is a lot of stuff that’s been going through my head for the last couple years and that I really do agree with.  Thank you for summing this up in a way that I had not yet managed to put together so coherently!

All of this can also be difficult to articulate and think about because asexuality tends to get lumped in with LGBTQ as an “other” sexuality (which… *headdesk*) and there ARE a lot of correlations in those respects (as well as LGBTQI people on the ace spectrum!)  So there’s the assumption of crossover when, as you say above, sometimes those spaces need to not be the same. Especially with new members of various communities who are still learning and figuring themselves and these new spaces out.

You’re very right in the concept of equal and opposite triggers.  In the same way that you mentioned that there are concepts and things you can’t understand about asexuality, there are absolutely things that I’ve had to confront and make myself say “I don’t understand this.  I will never understand this.  That is FINE, as long as I listen to the people who are saying this and do understand this.  Listen, and trust the people sharing their own experience, and believe them.”

So, again!  Thank you not only for the original post/history lesson, but also the follow up.  Education and mindfulness are worth their weight in gold.

I think it boils down to: you don’t have to think that everyone is the same to think that everyone matters.

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holy shit there is a name for it

Well damn. Explains a lot.

Suddenly I understand some of my fan base a LOT better.  That is Awesome. 

"holy shit there is a name for it" was my reaction before I even scrolled down to the comments.

I just need to keep reblogging this because I cannot even begin to tell you how profound a feeling of YES and THIS and THERE IS A WORD FOR ME OMG I get every time I see this, and I hope it helps others too.

seriously, anytime you see a post with a comment saying “theres a name for it?!” reblog that post because even if it doesnt apply to you any of your followers could be waiting for that revelation.

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some post-college sexuality thoughts

i've meen meaning to write up this post for a while, but things kind of got away from me, so i'm only getting around to it now. as you can cleverly deduce from the title, this is going to talk about my sexuality and sex life, so i'm putting it under a read more b/c i know not everyone wants to read about that. (don't feel invasive, i don't have a problem with any of you reading this, hence, you know, posting it on the internet . . . )

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[this post talks a bit about my sex life and orientation and other things like that. if you're uncomfortable with or uninterested in such things, you should probably give this one a miss. . .]

[also: evidently you can't put a "read more" break when sharing links, which is frustrating. apologies for the wall of text.]

so i am not quite comfortable signing on to absolutely every word of this (b/c lbr the chances of me agreeing 100% with anyone else on something this intimately personal are effectively zero), but a lot of it resonates with me on a deep and fundamental level. 

i've been thinking about this a lot recently, now that i have a bit more time to sift thru my thoughts and look for patterns in the noise of experience. recent developments with ACI, BMM, and a couple of other people definitely spurred some of this, but a lot of it has been brewing for much longer, since my first sexual experiences in january of last year. 

it seems very clear that form strong emotional attachments to people in my life, on a level that runs deeper than what i'd consider "mere" friendship. i tend to think of this as love — it has a lot of the hallmarks of that emotion, at least as i've gotten a sense of it thru the media and culture i've grown up with and in. i feel joy at their joys and sorrow for their sorrows; when i'm feeling together and strong, i want to wrap them in my wings, to offer them warmth and comfort, to be a solid place to land, a safe thing to lean on; and when the breath goes out of my lungs, i know that i can curl up in a ball at their feet instead. we eat together, we laugh together, we stay up until all hours of the night outrageously geeking out about the passions we share.

and none of this has anything to do with sex. i haven't had sex with any of the people i currently feel this way about, and i would turn down many of them if they asked. (not that most of them ever would, for a variety of valid and unremarkable reasons.)

sex just doesn't inherently matter to me. it has no intrinsic meaning, and it isn't always a Major Life Event. either thru apathy, orientation, or sheer force of intellectual bludgeoning, i just don't have all the associational baggage that our culture more broadly hangs on sexual encounters.

in the grand tradition of Talking About Other Things When We Want To Talk About Sex, i think about it a lot like chamber music: i've played in chamber ensembles where every measure felt like a desperate and sacred attempt to breathe beauty into an uncaring world, and i've played in groups where everything was perfunctory and bland, a rote regurgitation of splotches on the page. there are a few people in my life that i'd actively like to make music with, many more where i'd say yes if they asked first, and quite a few where i'd flatly refuse — maybe they don't play music, maybe i always strongly disagree with their interpretive choices, maybe there are just too many memories of that time the reicha went up in flames. maybe they live in a different state, maybe their schedule just doesn't mesh with mine, maybe all the suitable repertoire is terrible.

sex is like that for me. i've had beautiful, intimate, deeply connective sex, sex that felt like two lost and lonely souls trying to comfort one another on a bitter afternoon in defiance of the biting wind outside. i've had sex where my strongest emotion has been mind-numbing boredom, where we've just been going thru the motions to get to the end. (pro tip: the first kind is a lot better.) there are a few people in my life where i really would like to have sex with them, a much larger number where i probably wouldn't say no if they asked, and a smaller number where i probably would. (again, for a variety of reasons, not always involving anatomy.) i'm very comfortable with the idea of close friendships spilling over into the physical domain, with no more meaning than "hey, this is a potentially fun and pleasurable thing we could do together if we both felt like it". i am loath to put emotional bonds in jeopardy, but i can drop sexual ones without a qualm.

i wish our culture had a conveniently compact way to express this. i wish there were a broadly active trope that i could tap into and say "hey, i think it'd be really fun to have sex with you, but no pressure at all if you don't want to, and i promise i won't get all weird and mopey and awkward if you say no, b/c this is legit not a thing that's any more significant to me than if you have no interest in going to plays with me, since there are so many things that friends can do that don't involve naked bodies/theatres.". i wish i could get tidy, explicit answers so that i didn't have to spend so much time treading around awkwardly in innuendo. (i am very adept at reading between the lines, but only in the sense that for any given ambiguous statement, i can usually find at least three conflicting things it might "really" mean. i tend to err on the side of assuming a negative implication, because the alternative leads to nasty places v quickly, but it would be nice to be able to go off something firmer than intuition.)

i've also been trying to figure out what this means in the long term with regard to future relationships. it's not hard for me to imagine being sexually exclusive with someone — i feel like the convenience factor alone would be more than enough to keep me from extra-pair liaisons, but the above also makes me think that sex isn't exactly going to be the foundation of any long-term partnership i wind up getting involved in. 

and emotional exclusivity seems both harder to define and not exactly healthy. because for all that stuff i wrote earlier about feeling love for my closest friends, none of it seems congruent with the kind of romantic love that crops up in fiction wherever couples appear. i've never felt anything like that. i'm not sure i'm capable of feeling anything like that. individuals are desperately special and precious to me, but not in an exclusive, limited way. i seem to be able to develop that friend-love (or whatever you want to call it) towards an unlimited number of people.

and i don't want it any other way. i need multiple close confidantes. storm gives different advice from squidlet gives different advice from tequilla. if i want to vent some DMAB rage, i'm going to go to ineedtothinkofatitle, but not if i've hit a technical snag in my compositional process. my friends are not identical, and i don't get identical things from all of them, nor would i want to. i want a life full of people, not cookie-cutter automata. 

i'm not sure where i'm going with this, other than to say that i'm deeply dissatisfied with my culture's relationship categories and limits, and that i'm still trying to figure out what that means for me and my future. and also, i guess, that i have a lot of hot friends and wish i had more clarity on whether they wanted makeouts too?

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so just found out that CHD did indeed have a thing briefly with OGC at the end of last term (not by stalking or anything; he just mentioned it casually at dinner.) and i think more than anything i'm ironically amused. Repetitive pattern repeats itself much? but also, like, not sure whether i'm over him slash not sure whether i was ever actually attracted to CHD as opposed to just really enjoyed talking about art with him. none of which is helped by the fact that i'm feeling particularly hard-swung towards the asexual end of things recently. my brain is all like "SHOULDN'T YOU BE PINING AWAY OVER SOMEBODY OR OTHER RIGHT ABOUT NOW" and i'm like "OK, brain, but who? b/c i can totes ask them out" and my brain is just like "welp, beats me. aren't you supposed to be in charge of this division?" and this is not helpful.

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