Love without Sex
I’m doing a Philosophy paper on Asexuality. Please reblog if you think Love without Sex is possible! I really need the data. Like if you think love has to have sex.
I am in a perfectly happy asexual relationship without sex. And it works fine for both of us, in fact it has been the best relationship I’ve been in.
So I have a bit of a problem. Today at work I was talking to one of my friends and we were talking about gender and he told me that he thinks that I’m pretty feminine. This bothers me a lot for some reason. For those who don’t know, I am a genderqueer and I prefer to be as androgynous as possible. This is why I like my nickname “Sasha” because it can be masculine or feminine. Given that at work I can’t wear the clothes I would like to in fear of ruining them. I just don’t know what to do to make myself more genderless or at least make them think before just assuming to call me “she”.
Or is it just better that everyone think I’m cisgendered? I’m tired of guys hitting on me. Does it even matter if I’m openly queer or not? I feel uncomfortable in my own skin and I don’t know what to do about it. Help me my queer friends!
The life wall is back! The best part is it’s constantly growing and changing like the universe.
Yey mental breakdowns at work!
Just because I’m young does not mean I am impervious to being tired.
My new raven buddy. He needs a name.
Since I can never win one of MissMonsterMel’s cute raven dolls and owning a raven is kinda out of the question right now, I found this guy. I made him a necklace with shiny things, because birds love shiny things.
So….this sucks. I can’t go back to work until I see a doctor they can do an evaluation to tell Amazon that I can work again. There is nothing they can do about it, it’s a birth defect and there isn’t much preventing it. I hate having to explain it to everyone a billion times and I hate when everyone gawks at me when it does happen. It’s a condition I’ve just learned to live with.
…It was either that or give up and spend my life in a wheelchair.
Frankly, it’s going to take more than my bummed knees to stop me from doing what I want.
This is what I like to call "Living is Fucking Expensive."
This is just a basic estimate of what it will cost to live in the apartment I am now. Good lord. I can’t live here by myself. I would definitely need help. It would be possible but tough. Given that a lot of it is over estimated for cushion room but still…
Have I mentioned that being an adult is hard? Because it is. And fuck, I forgot my car insurance biannual payments…Probably forgot some other things too.