akinindrasutomo:

every time i tell someone that i’m asexual, they always tell me

“you’re not 18 yet, i don’t think you sure about your sexuality.”

i mean, come on, there are a lot of people who are under-18-LGBT, and people believe their sexuality.

just because i’m not 18 yet, doesn’t mean i don’t know what i want and i don’t want.

even my mom still often forget that i’m asexual.

I like how people assume that, at 18, you’ll magically develop a need to have sex.  I’m always hesitant to believe people who are 12-14, because at that age putting yourself in a box might be a self-fulfilling prophecy, but anywhere past there is way past the “normal” age for people to want sex.  I’d just ignore the haters.

transtoons:

Inconsistent 08 by PatchworkDollDotCom

Some day?

whenobamaendorsed:

… I was all:

<3

lord-kitschener:

oceanixie:

omFG

If I had facial hair, I’d totally do it.

Epic Rainbowbeard (or rainbeard).  I approve.

So, at that time I thought for sure I would be kicked out of the house in the next few days.  So far, that hasn’t happened yet, and I’m very grateful for that.  I’ve been given more time to get a job before getting kicked out of the house, assuming someone in the valley will hire me.

If I get kicked out, I have a plan though.  I’m going to move to Salt Lake City, where I already have job connections.  I have much better connections there than here, where my only connections are “I work for a phone place…maybe you could apply or something.”  I love my friends dearly, and I’m grateful that they put out a good word for me, but so far none of the places where I have “connections” have hired me, and one place even gave me a return email informing me that that company doesn’t exist, which still confuses me.

Anyway, I’m still here, at my dad’s house, after he evicted me from my apartment for not having a job.  I’ll either get a job soon and move back into my apartment and carry out my plans on having an awesome roommate (a good friend of mine wants to room with me) or I’ll get kicked out, be homeless for a while but have a job and start saving money toward an apartment or something.

Until then, keep being awesome, everyone. :D

factsaboutqueers:

The same rule applies to aromantics, though they tend to blog less frequently.

And so it is written.

asexyderp:

How can I have direction in my life without my spooning addiction? This is bad + uber sadness. 

Now I’m going to have to change the name of my ace meetup group too. Asexy Utah Spooners is now spoonless. 

[spoon me = hipster all natural ice cream shop that serves stuff that doesn’t make me feel ill afterwards; they have closed to go to more relevant places like california. This makes me the sadness. I may have wailed like a grieving widow in the first moments of grief.]

Spoon Me.  In memoriam.

I was recently made to move back in with my dad, and he gave me until the week after finals to find a job or I’m kicked out.  next week marks a week since my last final.  My dad thinks I’m going to get on a bus to Oklahoma, but I have other plans.  More later.