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HAPPY NEW YEAR

Ace / Aro visibility in Bojack Horseman! It’s great to not only see an ace main character in the show, but an entire ace community filled with people with different ace experiences. I like how the writers included a scene that explained some of the nuances of asexuality / aromanticism, as it helps break the stereotype that no ace would ever want to enter a relationship. One thing I would comment on is that asexual means “not experiencing sexual attraction” over “not interested in sex.” It’s possible to be a sex-positive asexual!

I just found out that today was International Asexuality Day so I had to quickly scribble this down!! Hope all my fellow aces out there are having a lovely day! ~<3

Happy Pride Month

thoughts on the friendzone

when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors.  we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards.  he wasn’t the only one.  there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was

in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face.  we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time.  one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.

in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly.  everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.

when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it.  people didn’t like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly.  he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us.  he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.

in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga.  he’d ask me personal invasive questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked attention.  i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day.  i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole?  but whenever i asked him, he just told me, “girls only date assholes.  there’s no room for nice guys like me.”

i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?

he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know.  being friendly.  i thought we were friends.  but then, how many times had i thought that before?

how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?

how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”

there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams.  beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.

when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.

i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk about all my favourite games with me.  he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly.  but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.

“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back?  don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”

when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to just say

when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill.  and i’m 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.

but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”

they were

“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”

so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:

put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex.  that he just wanted her for a relationship.  a girl who was just an object to win, a prize.  a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.

maybe she friendzoned you.  but you girlfriendzoned her, first.

(Image description: 10 images with a white background and floral borders in the colors of the asexual pride flag along the top and bottom, every image has a paragraph of text in the center and the words "Ace Week" below.

1) "October 25th - 31st, 2020 is the 10th annual Asexual Awareness Week, also called Ace Week"

2) "Asexuality is a sexual orientation where a person experiences little or no sexual attraction. An asexual person may experience no sexual attraction, rarely experience sexual attraction, or only experience sexual attraction under certain circumstances."

3) "Asexuality is a spectrum and every asexual spectrum person is different. Some asexual spectrum people may identify as gray asexual or graysexual. A gray asexual person is someone who identifies with asexuality but may also experience sexual attraction very rarely."

4) "Demisexuality is another sexual orientation and asexual spectrum identity. A demisexual person is someone who will only experience sexual attraction to a person after a close emotional bond has been formed."

5) "Some asexual spectrum people also identify as aceflux. An aceflux person is someone whose asexual identity feels more fluid over time. Some aceflux people "flux" between asexual spectrum identities, while others feel asexual at certain points during their lives and and allosexual at other times."

6) "Acevague is an asexual spectrum identity where a neurodivergent person experiences their asexuality as influenced by their neurology. An acevague person may have difficulty determining whether or not they experience sexual attraction due to their neurodivergence."

7) "Many other terms have been created within the asexual community to describe asexual experiences. There are as many ways to be asexual as there are asexual people. Respect asexual people, our lived experiences, and our right to define our own identities."

8) "While some asexual people are also aromantic, many asexual people do experience forms of attraction other than sexual attraction--for example, romantic, platonic, or alterous attraction. Asexual people can also identify with other labels, such as panromantic, bi, or lesbian."

9) "Asexuality is not a choice and asexuality is not celibacy. Asexual people can have relationships, be polyamorous, get married, have sex, and be parents. And some asexual people don't want relationships, are sex-replused, are childfree, and never want to marry. All asexual people are valid."

10) "Support asexual people and respect the asexual community. Amplify the voices of marginalized people within the asexual community. Listen to asexual people of color, disabled asexual people, and transgender asexual people. Asexual communities matter. Asexual visibility matters.")

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Emotional Abuse can turn every day interactions into problems.

I have had a recent experience while in training for my new job and I thought I might express some thoughts about it.

The woman who has been training me is sweet and I like her, but her methods of critique and helping me get things correct is a bit…harsh from my perspective. And she’s not trying to be at all. She is really trying to help.

However, emotional abuse taints the perception and actions of a victim even years after abuse. And the worst part is that each victim’s experience is varied. The stereotypes of abuse we see in our media is just that: a stereotype. Abuse comes in many forms and each individual will have different triggers. However, abusers do have some commonalities, usually by being controlling or will get violent over little, silly or normal things.

I figured it would help to re-frame the way she approached it and maybe some people out there will consider this in the future. We obviously can’t know someone’s history and often you can’t pick out an abuse victim from a crowd. But to help avoid triggering emotional distress and protective behaviors, I think people aught to at least be aware and maybe avoid the following approaches when teaching or instructing someone else. ____________________________________________________

Over correcting a former victim can come off as a bit over-bearing, especially when their abuser was extremely controlling. Mine (who happened to be my mother) was not a very nurturing type. So when she would try to teach me how to do something, if I did it wrong during the first try she would often just take over. And it wasn’t like, “Oh sweetie let me do it.” No, I was more shoved out of the way by an agitated/angry parent who complained that I was unable to complete the task.

Behaviors over correcting caused: -Hesitating to help someone with a task unless they give permission. -Emotional distress and agitation when being corrected on every task, shot etc.

Things to change: -Correct when things need to be early on in training, gently. Let the person training do the task so they learn it properly. -If possible, let a few oopsie’s slide and inform the person of their mistake and NEXT time try to correct it (as long as this is applicable.) Don’t correct too much in front of customers or clients unless it’s important to do so.

While my co-worker was well meaning, she would often ask me to stop and look at the picture I had just taken (I am a photographer) and to think about what was wrong with it.

“Now stop here, and look at that picture. Think about it. What’s wrong with it?” Is a pretty close phrasing to what she used. To someone who had a healthy upbringing or no exposure to abuse would never consider how that might affect someone who has.

Growing up in an emotionally abusive household where being wrong was met with agitation, yelling or screaming, this means that phrase creates a deer in the headlights reaction from me. I won’t think because the only thing I know in that moment is that I did something wrong. While I know now I won’t face violent tantrums in response, that reaction is still ingrained in my head. So instead of getting a productive response, it reinforces the negative one.

Behaviors caused by not allowing the victim to be wrong sometimes: -Victim will freeze up when confronted about doing something wrong and shut down. -May bring back a defensive persona and/or victim will shut down or experience severe emotional distress.

Things to change: -When a person in training gets something wrong, inform them in a gentle manner. “Ope, looks like you have a stray collar there. Let’s do that one more time.” Or “We can’t see her arm in the shot. Bring that back around.” Avoid asking them to point out the mistake if you can as this puts the spotlight on their them and reinforces the negative reaction and can cause an emotional shut down.