#allosexual aro
Something I’ve been seeing a lot in posts including aros lately is this: its positivity most of the time, but then they say “aros and alloaros!” And that’s fine, I guess. But why do people separate aros and alloaros as if, at their core, they’re not the same thing? They’re not doing that for aces (although please correct me if I’m wrong, as I’m not ace and not immersed in the ace community) aromantic (aro, not ace) people ARE alloaro. When people differentiate between aro and alloaro as if they’re two different identities, it feels like theyre saying aros are also ace at their core unless stated otherwise. And that is NOT the case. If you’re saying aro when you mean aroace, then you need to re-educate yourself on the aro identity. I’m tired of
Alloaro Ask Game!
I haven’t seen any of these for alloaros so I decided to make my own! You can rb if you aren’t alloaro but please put somewhere on your reblog that this is for your alloaro followers. Rebloggers have the right to not answer any questions they aren’t comfortable with.
1. Favorite thing about being alloaro
2. Green or gold?
3. Favorite alloaro flag?
4. Have any alloaro headcanons?
5. Are you interested in any sort of relationship?
6. Favorite alloaro symbol, or something you think should be an alloaro symbol
7. A song thar you relate to in terms of being an alloaro
8. What type of representation do you want to see of alloaros in media?
9. Do you feel your gender identity influences how you think about your alloaro-ness?
10. [Blank] is better than amatanormativity
11. Are you out to anyone as alloaro? Do you want to come out as alloaro to anyone?
12. Something you wish people who aren’t alloaro understood about our community
13. Do you have any advice for younger alloaros/people who havent ID’d as alloaro for a long time?
14. What do you want to see more of in the alloaro community?
15. Asker writes the question!
She learns from a young age that sex is a bad word. They call it making love instead.
She doesn’t tell them that the idea of sex is exciting, and the idea of making love makes her stomach curdle with confused repulsion.
They tell her that to desire is wrong, that to know the boundaries and curves of her own body is sinful, to know another in this way is cheap. To feel love is the only way to feel pleasure.
She grows up uncomfortable in her skin. She doesn’t like to be touched by others; they told her affection is the mark of romance. She doesn’t like to be friends with boys; they told her boys and girls can never be just friends.
She never talks about her own desires. As her friends grow up they talk about their crushes, how cute they are; “aren’t they just so attractive?” She doesn’t know how to answer. She doesn’t know how to define this thing called attraction. The give you butterflies, they tell her, you just want to be around them. You feel all shakey when you talk to them.
She never feels this. But she knows she feels something. Something that lies within the silences of her friends words, in the bitten lips and fluttering gazes.
Even after she finds the word for the thing that she is not, she struggles to define what she is.
They tell her that this part of herself is secondary. It doesn’t matter in the face of her Not. To Have is to be normal, these things are only worth defining if you Have Not.
Is it really normal? She thinks, To struggle with this thing that others seem to find so comfortable.
Sometimes it seems like she has two parts of a puzzle living within her, wholly incompatible and forced to fit together anyway. A Frankenstein’s monster of this thing they call attraction.
But even Frankenstein’s monster wanted love, so what does that make her?
They tell her that this part of herself is secondary. It doesn’t matter in the face of her Not. To Have is to be normal, these things are only worth defining if you Have Not.
If this doesn’t epitomise the allo-aro experience, I don’t know what does! All the feels at this piece!
