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Car seat headrest doodle I did a while ago ^_^
Played twin fantasy WAY too loud in my headphones on repeat cause I was really feelin it and now my ears have been ringing LOUD for the past like 10 minutes
hi I haven't posted here in over a year
I offer you this
Anyone else seeing the Mortis Jackrabbit/Glass Beach show 2nite?
i have been (at points): bisexual, homosexual, pansexual, polyamorous, heterosexual. with no words for what i really was, i was everything else. it was like shopping in the kid's section for shirts and trying them all on and just feeling horrible because none of them fit me right. nobody told me there were sections for adults. sex ed came and went with no mention of those who were celibate for any other reason than to not get an STD.
to this day, i still resonate heavily with the stupid car seat headrest lyric -
"but i don't care about hundreds of hypothetical people / and their hypothetical sex deals / i care about me, and my sex deal / what about my problems?"
(i used to think he was saying "sex feels", and even after looking up the real lyrics, i like my version better.)
to this day, every time i make a friend and become close enough with them, i think that maybe i've developed romantic feelings, because everybody says that when characters in media are this close, they're "in love". i was one of those good omens readers who felt that maybe book aziraphale and crowley WERE just amazing friends or in a queer platonic relationship, because why does every good love have to be romantic??
anywho. vent post over.
Valid. With or without validation. (A before there was an A.)
Asexuals, aromantics, and everyone else on the aspec are valid, and were valid even before we had a name for what we were.
In May of 1971, I was born different. There wasnāt a name for it. (The committee who wrote the Asexual Manifesto wouldnāt even form for another year and four months.) I was valid, but there wasnāt even a way to say what about me was valid.
In June of 1989, I graduated from High School. I was barely 18. I was still different. But in all those years, Iād never encountered the words aromantic or asexual. (Instead, I heard words like frigid, weird, secret f-g, psycho, virgin, and sheltered). In Career And Life Management class, where sex education was a brief module, they didnāt even mention X on the Kinsey Scale. We were told it was 1 to 6. Period. (I didnāt check, because I was X on the Kinsey Scale, which meant I didnāt care about things like the Kinsey Scale.) They managed to find a way to invalidate me without even naming the things they were invalidating!
By April of 1993, I graduated from college, still different. Now I was hearing kinder guess-names for what I was: Busy, focused, fussy, pure, a late-bloomer, and undecided. But I still hadnāt heard words like aromantic or asexual. I was at an art school. I heard all the other words. I saw people living all the other words. I saw bi couples, I had gay and lesbian friends and instructors, I had a pansexual classmate, and knew someone who was almost certainly pre-transition trans. I was aromantic and asexual but I had no way of finding those words, or being rescued from my confusion by those words. By this point, I didnāt even need validation, anymore. I just wanted understanding.
But I got sent out into the world, to go start my career, and figure out apartments, cars, taxes, utilities, setting up a business, and a million other adult things that took āhoused-or-homelessā priority over āfiguring out what was āwrongā with meā. So, even though there were murmurs on the right talk shows, or screeds in the right ink-and-paper offline zines about asexuality and aromanticism, they werenāt in mainstream or sidestream discourse. I had to settle for ādifferent, busy, and single-minded about his careerā.
It would take until late 2022āover 29 years after I left college and 51 years after I was bornābefore I started noticing social media posts about āaroaceā characters who didnāt feel love.
Now I had a name for my difference.
I knew exactly what I was, because everything I read about asexuality and aromanticism perfectly matched and explained the experiences Iād had, and the feelings Iād felt, since I first noticed I was different at age 12!
Iād been valid all that time. I saw the other posts saying we didnāt belong in this or that community, and the names should be broken up into more categories, and we were taking up space at pride festivals, and this was a made up thing that didnāt exist prior toā¦ oh, fuck it, it didnāt matter. I was aromantic and asexual on the day I was born in 1971; before those two words were available to ordinary people. I was real, I was who I was, and I was valid, and even though I wasnāt allowed to know what I was for another five decades full of trauma and loss and hurt, I always was who I was, and so I always was valid, regardless of whether or not anyone else agreed.
And so are you.
them.
iāve listened to car seat headrest so much recently and iāve drawn the gay dogs so many times. i really like the design
edit: holy shit thank you for all the likes and reblogs
another csh drawing? wowie
perspective is a little messed up but yk what thatās okay
also please excuse my handwriting
maybe the real pain stars are the friends we made along the way :)
songs and high fives and . weird sex!
what's with this dog motif?
drunk drivers/killer whales, the ballad of the costa concordia - car seat headrest / the beginner's guide - davey wreden
Never really understood why swifties would cry at Taylors shows until I found myself nearly crying while listening to car seat headrest covers and live performances once so I feel like I have to apologise.
Relapsed
Never really understood why swifties would cry at Taylors shows until I found myself nearly crying while listening to car seat headrest covers and live performances once so I feel like I have to apologise.
Why the fuck did mr will toledo remove all of āDisjecta Membraā from like every platform ever
