Anyone Who Says Teens Can't Be Aspec Is A Fucking Idiot.

Anyone who says teens can't be aspec is a fucking idiot.

"Sex is what makes us human!" Bitch, no it don't. However! Cooking is one thing that DOES, as we are, like, the only species THAT CAN.

Literally, anything WE can do that no other species can (or we had discovered first) is what makes us human, not attraction of any kind or the pressure to reproduce. Period.

I'm sure cooking isn't the only thing that was only documented in our species, but it's the one thing that comes to mind.

HOWEVER! My definition of "cooking" might be a little broad, considering I even count heating shit up in the microwave—even if only slightly—under cooking, considering I know the limits of some people as I am a disabled demiromantic asexual person myself.

Because we discovered fire (or at least discovered how to use it), and no other species has been documented to cook their food, I have the stance that heating up a hot pocket in the microwave counts as it's heating up the food and no other species (or at least mammal) has been documented to do that.

So yeah, sex and romance don't make us human; cooking is one thing that does.

There are some fandoms meant for older audiences I'm a part of just because I like the media, though they are both shows with great writing imo (hell, one is heavily based on a D&D campaign). Though I haven't gone for adult books because of two factors:

1.) it's kinda difficult for me to sit down and read a book for hours nowadays

2.) From other asexual and aromantic people's experiences, many Adult books contain either romance or sex.

While I am 100% for romance, sex in stories I definitely would 100% not read.

Reason being is that I am HEAVILY sex-repulsed, and while innuendos I can tolerate to a certain extent (and also the word is fine), I cannot tolerate described sex or a literal sex scene in anything (if it cuts off before anything actually happens, it's fine). It grosses me out, so I rather not find it.

i promise its not ableist when people say you should try things that arent kids shows and fanfiction

I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD

You know that feeling when you listen to an artist and then decide to look them up on Google just to understand them better so you enjoy their music more then BAM!

It turns out they have a diagnosis you also have?

Cause that's happened to me a little bit ago when I looked up Will Wood (the guy who made the Normal Album which included two of my favorite songs: "BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA" and "Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)" among others) and found out he was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, a disorder I also have.

Now, the thing is, due to how Bipolar works in the brain, it falls under neurodivergency.

Will Wood is one of us. Holy. Shit.

This makes "Outliars and Hippocrates: a Fun Fact About Apples" way more fucking meaningful to me. My god.

So the tire-eating potholes in my neighborhood finally killed both my rear tires and I had to get that dealt with, but while they were getting replaced, I put the dogs in puppy daycare and upon picking them up early, the attendant literally sprinted to the front desk, grabbed me by the shoulders and breathlessly exclaimed "YOUNEEDTOCOMESEEWHATYOURDOGSAREDOING"

While she escorted me back to the play yards, she explained that every time they have more than three Corgi, they have to put all the Corgs in a separate play yard because they turn into a little gang and bully the Very Large dogs by playing Cow Herding Simulator 5000 with them, and especially if Herschel is there, because corgis are bossy-pants dogs, and Herschel has the bossiest pants of them all and acts as leader.

Despite being a little Don Corgleone to the short bitch mafia, Hershcel is also a Huge Baby and will apparently cry and cry and try to climb the fence and cry and eat people's shoelaces and cry if he is separated from Charlie during playtime, so this means any time that "Corgi Party" is happening, Charlie also has to go to Corgi party, despite being full-height, running cat software and a senior citizen. he copes with being Gulliver amongst the Liliputians by climbing onto the roof of the playskool castle they have for a climbing structure in the yard, kicking the ladder down behind him, and stretching out to nap in the sun while the corgi frolic and gambol around him.

Corgi are dogs that make up and play games with secret rules, like kindergartners. "Everyone bark in sync" is a popular game, as is "follow the leader" and it's companion game "March in a circle around a tall structure like ants caught in a death loop".

So what I was greeted with, when the attendant and I snuck out to the play yard, was the sight of Charlie, sound asleep and flat on his back with his paws crossed over his chest because sighthounds sleep in the stupidest fucking positions, on top of a faux-medieval castle with gargoyles on the corners, surrounded by approximately seven Corgi, all trotting in a circle around him, barking in sync.

"They look like they're preforming some kind of ritual!" giggled the attendant as attempted to get my phone to focus.

"Yeah, they're gonna summon Corgtulhu." I said.

Unfortunately, this made the attendant literally fall on her ass laughing, and distracted Herschel and his compatriots, so they didn't get to complete the summons, and I didn't get the pic.

The attendant kept laughing because apparently she's new to puns, and had mostly gotten it under control by the time we got everyone's leashes on and back out to the front.

The manager was watching the front desk, bemused. Did you get to see them doing the ritual?"

"YEAH!" shrieks the attendant, still excitable with merriment. "THEY'RE- THEY WERE-" The attendant ends up giggling on the floor.

"You okay there Katie?" asked the manager with minimal concern.

"We think they were trying to summon Corgthulhu." I eplain, and Katie screams from the floor. "Wasn't gonna work though, you need a virgin sacrifice and Charlie had an STD when we got him."

It was the manager's turn to shriek. and for Charlie and Herschel to start barking in solidarity.

"That's right Charlie! Your sluttiness saved the world!" I told him, as he jumped up and kicked me in the face.

Anyway, that's why Charlie's nickname at daycare is now "Superman(whore)"

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