You go to a bakery you order pie. The baker gives you cake. You start to tell the baker they made a mistake that you don’t even like cake, then you realize, you love cake. You do not enjoy its flavor or consistency but you love it. You have always loved cake.
A is not for allies. There are no allies. This is war and we intend to win.
You are walking down the street, you think you see yourself in the distance. Weird. You continue walking down the street. Throughout the day you keep seeing yourself out the corner of your eye. Then you realize. They are your clones. The ignorant jokers are right you do reproduce asexually.
You tell someone you are asexual. They say that when you’re older you’ll see. Little do they know that you will never get older. Not since you met the man at the crossroads.
You visit AVEN. You know it is meant for you. But who are you? You are white, cis and nuerotypical, at least that’s what they tell you you are.
“Sex is part of human nature” says a pompous voice attached to an asshole you call “Steve”. “Steve” does not consider that you are not human at all. But it would be too late for “Steve” any ways . “Steven” never had a chance.
You realize that there is so little representation in fiction. But the old dove hunting you in the night knows that you are fiction and the real world wishes you had more asexual representation.
You log into Tumblr. You get a message. Asexuality doesn’t exist. You laugh it off but feel a tingling sensation of impending doom all over. You go to the mirror and do not see a reflection. Your family pictures no longer include you, you do not exist.