Music is so weird because it makes you feel weird things, like,
some times I feel like listening to the kind that lives in my lungs and weaves fierce winds through my hair. Some times the kind that shoots through my spine and wings and behind me leaves a trail of cascading fire. Some times I just want to feel like I sleep at the bottom of a deep deep pond. Some times I listen to the sci-fi train tracks at the end of my brain, busy with a quiet purpose. Some times the music is scribbling ancient writings down my arms.

I don’t know, it’s almost as if different music lives in different places of the body when you hear it


White Aces, Listen to Aces of Colour


If we want our community to be inclusive, you need to listen to our points of view. 

There is no homogenous experiences in the ace community. What aces of colour deal with is not the same as what white aces deal with. 

Asexuality does not exist in a vacuum, and must be examined and talked about in a critical fashion. 

You must understand that there are groups of people who have had asexuality (different than our understanding of it but still the same word) forced on them or have been hypersexualized beyond compare and cannot access asexual spaces in the same way due to racism. 

Asexuality (and things like it) have an old history in certain groups, and it is vital to understand that. 

You can’t approach the experiences of aces of colour from a white perspective; you can’t. Because you won’t understand. 

Our community is multicultural, and it is important that our discourse reflects it. 

I’m reminded of what I was talking about at the International Asexuality Conference at the Asexuality and Ethnicity panel I was asked to be apart of: “You cannot parse my asexuality from my race. They are not separate. You cannot fully understand my experiences if you break them apart.” 

We are apart of this community

If asexuality discourse does not actively include aces of colour or have our voices dominate in discussions of our experiences with racism and the impact it has had on our asexuality, then it will be inaccurate. 

So there was this person I kept seeing around randomly some times I went into the city, right, who was pretty recognizable and who I had a feeling of having met before. Then I started vaguely remembering someone introducing himself as “a box of oranges” to me once long ago, and I started wondering if hey. Wasn’t that him. But I had no intentions of asking a stranger if he was a box of oranges, you know? So I just let it be. But then! I ran into him at uni! And he had a survey corps tee! So my brain went all “yeah you can’t not friend him now” and then I contacted him and today we had lunch and he has totally introduced himself as a box of oranges at several occasions and tHATS THE STORY OF HOW I MAKE FRIENDS OUTSIDE OF INTERNET.