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Romance positive Aro Culture is that you feel awkward for liking valentine's day, because apparently all the other aros hate it, and you understand why, but for some reason you don't hate.
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✨💚Happy Tuesday💚✨
Happy Tuesday to romance repulsed aros
Happy Tuesday to romance indifferent aros
Happy Tuesday ro romance favorable aros
Happy Tuesday to aroaces
Happy Tuesday to aroallos
Happy Tuesday to loveless aros
Happy Tuesday to lovequeer aros
Happy Tuesday to aros who love being aro
Happy Tuesday to aros who haven't accepted themselves yet
Happy Tuesday to people who are questioning
Happy Tuesday to everyone on the aromantic spectrum who have a complicated relationship with romance
And of course, Happy Tuesday to people who aren't arospec but are currently single
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I've been battling my whole life with trying to find a place for myself that didn't hurt. I would dress up real pretty to go to church and smile while adults touched me when I did not want them to and gave me hugs and kisses on the cheek and told me how proud they were of me. Stale smelling older men who stood just a bit too close and held on a bit too long to a little girl. I was just a doll to all of them, and if it wasn't for them knowing my mama, they never would have cared about me.
My job as a little Christian girl was to look nice, act nice, listen to my parents no matter what, serve God, and most importantly: shut the fuck up. If I wasn't being talked to or cooed at, I was to sit there quietly, looking pretty and waiting until I was useful again as a prop.
I grew up constantly afraid and always more excited to find a new cozy hiding spot in my home than to see my dad back from work. 4pm, every day, I knew where to be, and it was nowhere near the front door, just in case he had a bad day and came in with itchy fists.
I always had my nose in a book from the time I was able to read at age 4 to when I finally learned to live in my actual reality. I wanted nothing but to escape. All the adults around me found it cute that I was so studious and smart and encouraged my escapism, for which I am grateful.
I clawed my way, alone, out of addiction to things that would have eventually killed me and away from the thought that that was taking too long and I should get it over with. I quietly went through an identity crisis every other day before deciding it wasn't worth trying to find a label that fit for sure. I stood my ground when my parents found pictures of me kissing my girlfriend at a school dance that I had forgotten to hide away on my phone. I protected my older brother from my parents' ridicule as he was dying in a hospital bed after trying to kill himself with me, a child, in the same room. I will never be able to forget that as long as I live, the sound my father made when he came into the room and the sight of so much blood.
I've been through hell my whole life, things that could have been prevented if only several horrible people and horrible institutions had been told what they were doing was wrong. If they had been forced to fix the way they thought and forced to put away their fists, most of the horrible things I had to go through would never have had to happen in the first place.
And I will not stand by after I have finally found a place I belong, with people who understand me, while we are being told we don't belong anywhere but with ourselves and told we don't exist in the first place. Even worse when so much of this hate is coming from communities that little me looked up to with stars in their eyes; feminists who fight against the very things that had made my life hell! The LGBTQ+ community itself, where I'd been told that everyone who didn't belong at least belonged there!
Why the fuck is this an issue worth sending teenagers and well-meaning regular joes death threats over and deciding that the authority over other people's identities should come down to popular vote? Who the fuck cares if I don't look at a person most people find hot and want to have sex with them? Who the fuck cares that it takes me a very very very long time to fall in love with someone, if I ever do, and that I don't care much at all for dating or romance for myself?
Why is this such a big issue that deserves negative attention? Am I hurting anyone? Am I risking someone's life I don't know about? Because to my knowledge, all I've been doing is reblogging funny memes on my phone, hanging out with my friends, going to class when necessary, drinking too much tea, and just generally living a normal, boring life!
If you think trying to scare me and mine off the internet and earth for good after all the shit I've been through will be worth your time, you are wrong. We did nothing wrong. We aren't hurting anyone, and last I checked, it seems a stupid waste of time to go boo-hooing around the internet about people who don't have the same relationship with love and sex as you do. I can guarantee that there are plenty of people who aren't aromantic or asexual and also have an irregular relationship with one or both of those things.
Get the fuck over yourself and go do something that makes you happy instead of being a cyberbully and a bigot.
And let me sip my tea in fuckin peace.