Hellboy was one of those series I always liked even though I didn’t read it for myself until I was older. My parents showed me bits and pieces of it as a kid and I loved what little I saw. Somewhere in my room, I still have drawings of this guy that I asked my mom to do when I was six. It’s funny what things stick with you before you’ve even gotten to know them that well.
Hellboy was one of those series I always liked even though I didn’t read it for myself until I was older. My parents showed me bits and pieces of it as a kid and I loved what little I saw. Somewhere in my room, I still have drawings of this guy that I asked my mom to do when I was six. It’s funny what things stick with you before you’ve even gotten to know them that well.
This isn’t particularly good but whatever. I learned what asexuality was when I was a teenager and I identified with it immediately. I was skeptical because of the whole “late bloomer” possibility, but having a word for what I felt made such a difference, and it’s one part of me that I’ve felt a rare amount of certainty about.
I’m grateful I was able to learn about it before I became an adult, but I sometimes feel sad knowing how much difference it would have made to learn about when I was much younger. As a kid, I figured picking someone to crush on was just a weird mandatory thing, and by the time I figured out it wasn’t necessary, all the other kids my age were starting to pair off. I’m glad asexuality and aromanticism are slowly becoming part of the conversation along with any other health talk.
