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Anyway… even though there are times when overt hostility just makes me avoidant (see: aces & sga being a contentious subject), it’s odd to me how (and this has happened with multiple things) I can have so much build-up of handwringing and identification anxiety and authenticity anxiety over whether my experiences fit under X umbrella & not wanting to shoehorn myself in where I don’t belong or hurt or mislead anyone more valid than me — and then see some clown spouting off on the subject and drop all equivocation on account of being personally enraged.

Thanks for the unintentional validation, I guess?

tapping on the glass

At this point, I’ve gotta ask myself why.  Why keep trying to get your foot in the door with this stuff?

(a post about kink)

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thanks, gatekeepers

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Less food analogies. More poop analogies.

I’ve been low on the juice that fuels these posts as of late, but here’s something I’ve been thinking: it probably would have benefited me (and would still benefit me) to be told more often that there’s no one way to be sex-repulsed.

What I’ve seen a lot of, when people talk about sex-repulsion at all, is emphasis on not wanting to personally have sex or disgust at the thought of personally being in a sexual situation, sometimes with the caveat “but as long as it doesn’t involve me personally, I’m fine with it.”  And while that’s a valid experience… I don’t know how much it would take, but I haven’t seen enough “I’m repulsed with sex, beyond just the immediate and personal, oh please don’t talk about it around me at all” to counterbalance that in my head and to dislodge the anxiety of being, ostensibly, even more sex-repulsed than the other sex-repulsed people.  There’s still this grain of “Being Uncomfortable with Sex is Bad” lodged in an old wound, irritating it and not allowing it to heal.  There’s still this shame that I tried to articulate here but is also well-expressed here.

And with that in mind… I wish talking about sex were treated more like talking about poop.

Not exactly the same, since defecation is a medical necessity in a way that sex isn’t, but more similar than they are.  It wouldn’t need to be completely forbidden; I just wish I could feel entitled to react with disgust when a person brings it up in conversation.

If someone tries to tell you about their experience in the bathroom and you give them a weird look and say, “that’s gross, don’t talk to me about that,” no one thinks that you’re the one being rude.  No one assumes you’re anti-poop or want that person to never poop again.  No one even assumes you don’t think pooping can be a pleasurable experience sometimes.  It’s just that, for a lot of people, it’s a gross thing to think about another person doing, and it’s easy to understand and respect that.

So add that to the list of reasons why a lot of food analogies fall flat for me.  Even setting aside the assumption that everyone respects different food preferences, I and plenty others can’t easily relate to a person who just “doesn’t have an urge to eat the donut.”  Not that it’s impossible to imagine, just that it doesn’t have the same emotional immediacy.  But a lot of people can relate to not wanting to hear about other people pooping, without any moralizing element associated.

I expect this comparison would raise more hackles than the food analogies, though.  Perhaps for some valid reasons.  Oppressed bodies (and by extension, their sexualities) are already targets of devaluation and disgust.  I don’t know how to account for that.  But at the same time, I don’t think I’m oppressing anyone by trying to feel less ashamed of myself — and by not always consenting to listening to people talk about sex.

And yet, for all I’ve been mulling this over, I can’t shed this nagging feeling that it might be wrong for me to say that.  As if — sure, you can be sex-repulsed sometimes, that’s fine, as long as you’re not actually repulsed by sex.  Or as long as you don’t talk about it.  Or as long as you don’t express that sentiment in any way.  Even abstractly, even anonymously, even directed at no one in particular.

Am I missing something?


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I wouldn’t have listened to myself

just a personal post on abuse stuff, nothing to see here

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in reference to my previous post

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[cw for self-loathing or something]

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Romantic Orientation: N/A

Several parts of Queenie’s recent post on greyromanticism (and the comment section beneath it) were highly relateable and helpful to me in putting words to my own experience.  So then why is it, then, that I don’t identify as greyromantic?

In this post, I navel gaze, discuss semantics, get distracted, ramble, talk in circles, and contrast having a sexual orientation of gray-ace with having a romantic orientation of divide by zero.

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Reflections on Multidirectional Touch

A post in which the blogger thinks too hard about tapping someone on the shoulder while being tapped on the shoulder.

Content note: this is a sex-free and kink-free application of the concept of paper mache/monodirectionality (based off of the concept of a stone identity).  Complex conditional touch aversion ahoy.

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