demisexual-dryad

[demisexual-dryad]

For all you fellow demisexuals out there, I want you to remember this pride that:

Your means of attraction isn’t wrong.

You’re not broken just because you happen to love differently.

You are real, your sexuality is valid, and people aren’t required to understand that for you to exist the way you are.

It’s okay to have a partner and also feel sexual attraction to them- you’re still demisexual as long as you indentifying that way.

You ARE a member of the LGBTQIA+ community. Anyone who says otherwise is ignorant and doesn’t want to understand.

People are not entitled to explanation of your existence; Give it only if you wish to.

Your gender preferences or lack of preferences is valid.

A healthy relationship is possible for those of us who desire one, and you don’t need it to be happy for those of you out there who don’t. There are other ways to lead a fulfilling life.

Don’t let anyone try to tell you you’re “normal” or that “you don’t count as a member of the queer community”- you aren’t the same as being straight or allosexual, and you do count. The whole point of our community is that you don’t quite fit into a cisgender heteronormative society- don’t discount yourself because of another’s words.

Don’t let people try to tell you that you are not real. Don’t let them compare who you are to personal preferences either. That’s not what we are. It never has been. You are not like a ‘saipiosexual’. You are truly acespec. You are real. Your sexuality is not based on a subjective characteristic but how you feel towards the people around you.

No one is entitled to your love or body because a certain amount of time has passed- that is decided by the attraction you may or may not feel.

Be strong. Because you are real. And you are here. And you exist, and that is wonderful.

You aren’t broken because you don’t adhere to a status quo. You are beautiful for it. Be proud of it. Find your pride in yourself this June.

With love,

Someone who’s been identifying as demisexual for nine years and counting. 💜🩶🤍🖤

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I have to reblog this. It’s in the name.

For my ace buddies and fellow demis.

(I'm gonna add alt text in a few hours - I'm currently on mobile with a shitty Internet signal)

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My ninth grade bio teacher handing us a packet to complete and not elaborating but putting far too much emphasis on the fact that penises produce cum twice.

I was extremely uncomfortable. I wish I could’ve just walked out. Her saying that once would’ve been enough. She did not need to describe it and specify multiple times. Almost obsessively so. Filling out my packet on consent and STDs and types of birthcontrol appropriate for each scenario (as if there was a correct answer for any of that on god that shit was graded) wasn’t enough really, but it would’ve been fine if I no longer had to listen to her, a married woman, talk about her experience with penis in a room full of 14 year old boys with the maturity of toddlers. Especially as a recovering victim of rape and sexual assault that never got addressed, having to read scenarios about consent not being respected in those packets already made me very uneasy. Her going on a dick tangent? Yeah no. I was 100% not comfortable.

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Childhood

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And food! They eat each other too. :)

My body is already an inhospitable environment, there’s no way a friggin baby would be able to survive in it

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I got zarude. Ain’t no way. I’m not fighting anything remotely like an ape fuck that they’re menaces

spin this wheel of all the pokemon. you now have to fight this pokemon. just you and it, bare-knuckle

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Get that yaoi my man

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(These are the more common ones i can name off the top of my head, just curious)

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I’m pretty sure the quartering act makes this illegal, no? Same shit British soldiers did to us I believe. Entered your home without consent and just took whatever they felt like. In search of rebellion weapons and whatnot.

What has this country come to.

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I was an athlete and I fucking hated it.

Something that’s not widely spoken on is how dysmorphic you can feel in your own body when you’ve been doing sports from a young age. I felt like I looked masculine. I felt I had too much muscle tone. I didn’t feel like a woman at all, much less myself. For better context, I was a competitive swimmer for four almost five years straight. Starting in fourth grade, ending around the beginning of highschool. My body had no softness or curves. I was stick thin in some areas and bulking in others (think inverted dorito with a flat tummy and like a-cups because I couldn’t manage to keep on enough fat for tits att). I was always hungry. And I���ve never been physically competitive in my life. Practices that I once enjoyed (because they were for children and had fun games like sharks and minnows) and eventually tired of went from one hour almost immediately after school, to an hour and a half and two hours on weekends, and then to two hours everyday for the entire week. Recall: I didn’t choose this sport. My step sister did. I wanted to try other things, was told “no this will help you get into college you’re good at this.” I was not good at that, I was OK at it. The other part of that: I would likely have to swim in college if it did help me, and I wanted to GTFO not swim for a college team. I fought with my mom a lot as a result. I was already in a bad spot mentally. There were many practices where I just got so upset I would swim and cry because I didn’t fucking want to be there, and I would backtalk my coaches if they pissed me off, and then my mom would get mad at me for making the coaches mad and making her look bad. Fun fact about swimming in Florida! THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS AN OFF SEASON!

That’s right. I was swimming in pools and attending practice year round, no fucking breaks to be a kid. Everyday. Middle of the afternoon. Yippee. I had no friends at practice, some kids would claw at anything they could grab and yank you backwards. FUN! Everyone was always so about it and very competitive. (Recall: I am not a physically competitive person unless we’re talking hide and seek or cops and robbers back when I was like 7 and I couldn’t go home till the streetlight came on). Everyone judged me for my lack of enthusiasm. I didn’t really care because I genuinely didn’t want to be there. My mother made me attend every meet. I almost got hypothermia at one meet, my coach had to force my mother to take me home because my muscles locked up and I had to start forcing myself to shiver. (For context; yes this was in Florida, it was a December morning that was devoid of sun, strong winds, grey sky no sunlight all day, slightly rainy, 40° F ambient temperature, outdoor pool with a shitty pool heater, and opposing teams had used all the hot water left in the showers. All my gear was soaked through and wouldn’t dry— remember no sun, it was cold and rainy— so I just stayed wet in-between events. Events that were very delayed and had hours of gap time between them. This is not even including windchill. I had been there since seven in the morning. My mom just told me to do laps before my events to warm up- my body was no longer producing heat I’m pretty sure, because I would jump on my toes, and I was so terribly cold in my damp parka that the cement felt like it was bending under my feet. I didn’t leave until just after twelve I think). There were meets like once or twice a month and unless I made plans and begged (recall: no friends on the team, very few irl) I was going regardless of whether I wanted to attend or not.

I had five panic attacks while at that pool :) each on separate occasions due to stress from homework and all the other shit I had waiting for me at home.

I was once sexual harassed by a group of girls who thought it was funny and chased for a short while by them while walking to my practice once. Didn’t tell my mom or the school, they wouldn’t have believed me or done anything anyways so I didn’t see a point.

Towards the end of my swimming career I was skipping practices whenever I could get away with it. I really hated it by then. My mom actually once told me people were judging me for my excoriation disorder from my step sisters team, and that I should just stop picking my skin, because it was making my step sister look bad because our parents were dating and I have ocd from trauma. :)

Anyways. Yeah. I wore glasses, had braces and exertion induced asthma, so I literally do not like most sports. I usually ended up with a ball hitting me in the face because some jock kicked it without looking while I walked the track. I now work around a pool and that was the best thing to ever come from my swimming career, and I mean that with complete sincerity.

Feel free to talk about your experiences in tags/replies/ect, and reblog if you'd like. I've been quite curious about this lately

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Shout out to the USA for pissing Canadians off so bad it flipped an entire election that was supposed to be a landslide for the center-right, forever in your debt o7

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Slept like a child who insisted they stay up past their bedtime at a party and not even five minutes later is found in a dead sleep on the couch.

Why do we say “slept like a baby” when babies literally wake up screaming every two hours?

I want to sleep like a middle-aged dad who “rests his eyes” during a Marvel movie and wakes up refreshed, confused, and ready to barbecue.

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One day this is going to be applied to like, a meteor about to collide with the sun or something, and people will somehow make an act of doomsday into a love poem about a doomed romance wherein both parties inevitably collide and their lives literally crumble as a result of their union. A union of death and utter destruction and one that is inevitable in that its temptation is too great to bear.

Humans can romanticize anything. And not like the fear of nature romanticism. We just want everything to kiss, I think.

well have you considered that maybe the unstoppable force is in love with the immovable object

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Have pie

reblog to give this to your mutual

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uUUUUHHHHHHH LISTEN I GOT MUSCLES BUT NOT ENOUGH MUSCLE TO DUAL WIELD BLADES AND TAKE DOWN MONSTERS MANY TIMES MY OWN SIZE. YEAH I’M A LITTLE FUCKED.

Isn’t it like physically impossible to dual blade in real life unless you’re using light swords/daggers/axes? Unless there’s like mega magical protein In my food I’m cooked. The gravios is gonna see me and fuck my shit uppppppp…

Not to mention my old soft tissue injuries- I sprained my ankles real bad and it still aches- it’s been almost two years. My shit still clicks when I roll it in a circle. My shoulder too. Dislocated that in January. That clicks too now.

I could probably handle desert heat though. Florida is a mix of desert and swamp, so at least the exposure won’t do me in.