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A Message to Demisexuals and Grey-asexuals

You are ace enough.

No matter what anyone tells you, there is a place for you at the table.

Your voice matters. We want to hear you talk with us about ace-related issues. We want to hear you talk about your experiences in the community.

We should all gather together as the family we are, whether demisexual, grey-asexual, or anywhere else under the ace umbrella.

Remember: You are loved.

*inhales, ready to go on a rant* 

Okay so this brings back two memories. 

The Good one: I decided to put myself out there and start showing my art to my family when I was 11. Best decision in a while, and I’m so glad I still practice it.

The Bad one: 

Those.

Two.

Fricking.

ELEMENTARY TEACHERS.

So

I’m talkin the 4th and 6th grade ones. Let’s call them Mrs. Trashcan and Mrs. Micromanage, respectively. 

So 4th grade was a rough year for me. I was still adjusting to a lower dosage of my ADHD perscription (Which btw was making me near starve myself for lack of appetite), dealing with plenty of bullies, and seriously struggling with schoolwork.  

So, one of my problems that I continually had, throughout the year, was a simple choice my teachers had to make. They could either: 

A. Let me doodle on the margins of my papers. (healthy)

B. Let me destroy my school supplies. (unhealthy)

Guess which one Mrs. Trashcan AND Mrs. Micromanage chose??

B. 

My parents chose this too, seeing as I was brought up by my mother (Long story. She was also trying to rid herself of a toxic relationship at the time).

So, Mrs. Trashcan’s solution? 

Anytime she, or any of the 4 or so bullies in the classroom, caught me doodling, the assignment I was working on was grabbed out of my hand and shoved into the garbage can. Hence the nickname.

This made me so stressed that during assignments I would end up ripping the paper to shreds, over and over again. Missing assignments piled up, until I had a mountain of 49 missing assignments on that stupid missing paper. My grandma (who I stayed with bc my mom was trying to find work) sat me down and made me do them all in an afternoon. 

I enjoyed talking to her, but GAWD did I hate that part. 

That part of my life was when I was writing the most things about my story. Mainly the elementals, who were the first ones. Who knows if I missed out on some character that I created back then? Or if I lost a piece of the lore on one of my characters? 

Ugh...

And then there’s Mrs. Micromanage. 

So, as you all would probably guess, I’m not the most organized person. Far from it. XD

My desk in 6th grade definitely reflected that. 

Other desks were neat and orderly with maybe a few papers in a neat little stack in the middle. Writing utensils on the left. Chromebook on the right. 

My desk seemed normal until you looked inside it. 

It was nothing but a fluff of pencil-stained, two-week-old papers that almost always had something missing lost inside of it. Can’t find a pencil? Probably in the desk. Have a missing assignment from two months ago? It’s a pile of strips in the back of the desk, I bet.  My most proud accomplishment? 

The three-headed dragon.

At the time I was WAY into Percy Jackson / Heroes of Olympus.

And while reading it, I decided to draw a three-headed dragon representing the Big Three Manchildren Gods. Poseidon, as a blue dragon with webbed sails, on the left, Zeus, a yellow head with a crest shaped like lightning bolts, and Hades, a red dragon with hallows under its eyes and gems inlaid into its scales. While I drew it, the other kids in my class watched over my shoulder. I showed it to them, and they all were cheering me on while I drew it. During one of Mrs. Micromanage’s history lessons, I made a fatal mistake, and pulled out the drawing to work on it.  And, 

SURPRISE SURPRISE

 It ended up in the garbage. 

This, however, hasn’t stopped my love of art. I still draw. I still act. I’m still loud, and I still sing. So, a public message to Trashcan and Micromanage, along with any other people who diss my or your doodling:

Me, an ADHD demisexual: :> hapi

Demi-aspec people: *exist*

Me: 💖💖💘💕💖💗💘💖💗💞💗💕💖💗

Gray-aspec people: *exist*

Me: 💖💓💖💘💕💘💕💖💓💕💓💗💘💓💖💓

Asexual people: *exist*

Me:💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Aromantic people: *exist*

Me: 💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚

Aspecs of color, neurodivergent aspecs, aspec survivors: *exist*

Me: 👏💕💞💓💖💓💘💕💖💓👏

how it be sometimes when you’re demisexual