comics, essays, and more from an anxious, androgynous, aromantic, atheist asexual with adhd

Tagged: perpetual loneliness

In shades of grey, the artist - a young woman with short hair, wearing a purple t-shirt - stands with one hand on her hip, facing a middle-aged blonde woman with a bouffant hairdo. The title above them says, "Shit People Say to Asexuals." The woman is wearing a black dress and says, "Honey, you're going to die alone." The artist responds, "Who isn't?"

October 9, 2024

Sticks and Stones, Cont.

Telling people you’re asexual is the gift that keeps on giving.

See Something, Say Something, Do Something
A few years ago, when the world shut down and we all spent time getting more introspective than was strictly healthy, I started saving relatable anecdotes I found online to a Pinterest board. It wasn't long before I noticed the algorithm had picked up a theme. But surely, I argued to myself, it was just a coincidence that I found those tales of ADHD so relatable.
Would You, Could You, Eat a Dragon?
When food is the central love language that binds people together, what place is there for those of us who don’t want to be fed? If “eating is[…]the exclusive privilege of the living,” does that make me simply the walking dead? You can’t be a picky eater in the dungeon. Okay, but – hear me out – what if you are?
Matters of Representation (Because Representation Matters)
It's no small thing to see yourself positively reflected in something someone else has made. It's proof that you're not alone, that you're not broken, or wrong, or any of the other things we tell ourselves when we grow up and don't see a friendly face in society's mirror.