I'm glad to read stuff about aces, but that whole thing really put me off. First of all, I assumed it was written by a man until about halfway through. But no, it was a woman (who I'm not sure is asexual) writing about how *hard* it is for a man to be asexual compared to a woman.
From way back, because it pissed me off THAT MUCH. At no point did I think it was a man, because apparently, unlike a lot of early-20s fandom asexuals, I've actually read the studies (there are some) on the emotional states and experiences of self-identified asexuals. Shockingly enough (in the way that is NOT AT ALL SHOCKING), the mens ain't bovvered. The womens, they has the angst and concern. The mens? They're cushioned by their position in the kyriarchy. Fucking dumbshit twit writer. Stop trying to justify your stupid fucking story that fails my ability to suspend my disbelief.
And newsflash: ain't bovvered is a more likely explanation for why there appear to be fewer self-identified male asexuals, demi-sexuals, and grey-As. Hell, even them what acknowledges that, yep, the shoe fits, they MAY NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE FUCKING LABEL. OCCAM SEZ U R A DUMBASS.
Ahem.
Hey, I discovered how to make wine bubble. I am tipsy enough to not have filters.
That kind of essay pisses me the fuck off, because there is NO FUCKING SCIENTIFIC, SOFT-SCIENTIFIC, OR OTHER EVIDENCE FOR IT, SO STOP THINKING ABOUT THE MENS, YOU NAIVE TWERP. AND GOING TO AVEN AS YOUR ONLY SOURCE OF INFORMATION OR FACTS IS AS STUPID AS GOING TO PETA TO LEARN ABOUT VEGETARIANS.
Also, sorry, but heteroromantic and aromantic asexuals can step the fuck off of my LGBT lawn. You are sexuality cousins, you are potential allies, but you are not legally oppressed, and no, it's really not the same thing. Homoromantic? Bi-or-panromantic? Yeah, pumpkin, c'mon and get a cuddle, and I'll fight for your right to marry the person you want to smush on forever.
Shit. This has been building for, umm, a while. About as long as it's been making my back button burn from repeated pressing, really.
Meara, good luck. I left mine outside and someone called Paul's cell, so we had a happy ending. May your cell be found!