My identity may be of no interest, but I am the old world’s runner-up, the best dresser that died like a dog, Mihael Keehl. I once called myself Mello and was addressed by that name, but that was a long time ago. Good memories and nightmares.
the reason this blog kinda died is bc the 2 people i use to brainstorm headcanons w/ kinda dont talk to me anymore.
one by choice, one… i dont know?? im trying to get back in contact with them because ive been worried fr years now.
regardless, im gonna try to mildly do some random things? see if any of my current friends would wanna get involved w/ headcanons and stuff.. etcetc i might remake the WHOLE blog at some point because, foxy isnt really the fist character i think of when i think about the au anymore so iDK
Honestly the whole “Uhm! Ace people shouldn’t be using up
all the LGBT resources! There’s a finite amount and it should be save for LBGT
people.” Is so fucking exhausting because it’s such a fake argument over a non-issue.
Something like <1% of the population is on the
acespectrum (That’s including LGBT aces), there’s not like a fucking horde of
ace people breaking down the homeless LGBT youth center to take up all the
fucking beds. It’s such a bullshit excuse to justify the vitriol.
I’ll be honest, idgaf where people wanna categorize
asexuals. I’ve personally never really felt like a part of the LBGT group, I’ve
never felt straight either, my aro ace ass has really only ever ‘felt’ like
asexual fit. But it seemed like the ace label was getting lumped in to increase
visibility and to make clear it was different from celibate and straight. W/e.
I don’t particularly care one way or the other.
I start giving a fuck when the same people who’ve ALWAYS
said asexual isn’t real are just prudish straight people or straight people
with sexual issue, KEEP doing what they’ve always done but now try to justify
it with this new pseudointellectual “ace-discourse” nonsense.
The whole thing is such an internet exclusive non-issue.
There’s not an army of aces out there stealing the fucking LGBT spaghetti dinner,
there’s not long lines of asexuals, taking up…idek the psych resources? What are
all these resources the incredibly noble and necessary gate guardians worried
about the aces scooping up? Where is all this evidence of the asexual masses
overwhelming the LGBT counseling centers?
Louis wiped at his nose as he went through yet another box of tissues, the ice cream bowl open and half eaten to the right of him as he scrolled through his phone contact list, trying to find the one person who he knew would be there for him. He let the phone ring twice before he heard the person pick up the phone. “N-Niall, I um…H-Harry broke up with me. I don’t know w-what to do.” Louis took another bite of ice cream, crying into his phone.