fuzzybluemonkeys: fuzzy blue monkey (Default)
And I don't necessarily feel comfortable replying to individual posts by strangers on tumblr, but I do want to write up my general thoughts.

The main issue I was encountering was the idea that asexuals are not LGBT and shouldn't be foisting themselves into LGBT spaces. Which I certainly agree with as I am neither Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, nor Transgender.
(However, if someone is using one of the longer alphabet soups, like LGBTQIA, I am going to assume I'm included because the 'A' does stand for 'Asexual' and not 'Ally'.)

Another point of contention was the split attraction model, which on the one hand, I am not inclined to disparage because obviously a lot of people find it helpful, but on the other evil hand, it would be kind of nice to have asexual be defined the same way the other prefix-sexual words are, which is to say encompassing sexual and romantic attraction.
(It's not that it's some big imposition to say aromantic asexual, so much as that it doesn't follow the established rules for what a prefix-sexuality is, and that makes things more confusing and potentially more difficult to mainstream?)

And then the above concerns kind of dovetail into a repeated assertion that I saw multiple people express that if you're not an LGBT ace, you are therefore a cishet ace. And I feel the need for like, a stage-whispered, "AHEM, There Is An Option You Are Forgetting." Because I may not be LGBT, and I am cis, but I'm not hetero-anything.
(And probably part of my frustration with this is that at one point in my life I defaulted myself into the heteronormativity category because despite my reasonably liberal upbringing, I was not exposed to not-being-attracted-to-anyone-of-any-gender-at-all-ever as an option.)
fuzzybluemonkeys: Rufus/Bucket of Sunshine (oh the humanity)
And wondering if they're not just doomed to be sort of awkward.

Because there are certain things that need to happen (and are thus unsurprising), and then there are other things that can't happen (which sorta kills the suspense). And inevitably there's going to be a continuity error.
And sometimes, you wind up in this sort of limbo state where X needs to happen, but it can't happen yet, so they wind up resetting themselves.
fuzzybluemonkeys: Meg living in captivity. (one girl revolution)
So I made the mistake of reading a bunch of articles about reproductive rights and the contraception debate and then listening to the Little Mermaid soundtrack, and now my brain has busted out this bizarre feminist meta wherein Mermaid choosing to become Human = [bright young] Women [sick of swimmin'] choosing to become Sexually Active, but how in so doing they are expected to give up their voice in regards to the consequences.

Yeah, I don't know either. My brain hurts.

(Betcha on land, they understand, bet they don't reprimand their daughters.)
fuzzybluemonkeys: Evil Hand (zombies)
So, I'm coming up with prompts to leave at [community profile] spn_bitesized's current theme of Death, and I'm about to put "Death dances" as a prompt when this happens:

Death dances, Death sings,
"Mortals kill all the things
that they hold dear
as they clutch them in fear
of the unknown that awaits
at the gates
of their inevitable fates.
For all mortals must die
and that's when I,
Oh I,
an eternal sleep I bring them
with the lullaby I sing them."
Death Sings, Death Dances
for all of the chances,
for the hours and minutes and days
that might have been spent in other ways.
Death dances to the beat
of endless defeat
for no one can escape,
not the highest power now the lowliest ape.
Every microbe and cell
one day ceases to dwell
on this Earth that we know
we are part of Death's show.
Death dances with us.

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And then I didn't entirely like that, so I grabbed the last line and started over:

Death dances with us
Though we do not know the steps
[Death Knows]
So we balance our toes on his shoes
As he shuffles about
We cling to his waist
As he turns and bows
To each of us
We know the Dance is done
But there are always others
Death dances with them.

---

More modifications:

Death dances with us
Though we don't know the steps
[Death Knows]
So we balance our toes on the tops of his shoes
As he shuffles about
We cling to his waist
Till he pries off our embrace
And we are forced to return to solid ground
[Lost and now Found]
The Dance is over.

---

And I'm still not happy with it, so I think I'll leave the prompt after all and see what someone else comes up with (if anyone responds, anyway).

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