It’s Asexual Week
This is police business because…………….what?
Raise your hands everybody who wants the police explaining you about AsxUal Idenninies.
You’re a tough crowd.
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This is police business because…………….what?
Raise your hands everybody who wants the police explaining you about AsxUal Idenninies.
You’re a tough crowd.
They can teach the world about ace rings! A black ring on your right middle finger. Here are the rules: https://www.asexualityarchive.com/black-rings/
People need to be educated on this so they aren’t confused:
There are alloramantic aces, with *their* own flag, and I am sure they will protest not being singled out here by the police unless they get their own day.
https://lgbta.wikia.org/wiki/Alloromantic_Asexual
I don’t care if anyone “Okay, Boomer”s me. I think that this is just stupider than when we put patches on our jeans and grew hair over our eyes. Kids today…
Just a thought, is this the same NI Police Force that has been tasked with interviewing Ceri Black under caution because D**** P****** is afraid of her tweets from Scotland?
Why yes, it has to be, since there’s only the one.
What’s there to be aware of? If you try to set up your friend on a date a few times and they don’t seem interested, then stop. If you ask them about their romantic life and they never have anything to report and don’t seem interested, then stop. That about covers it, I think.
Oh, and apparently everyone should know a black ring on the middle finger means don’t bother them about romance. Fine. Duly noted.
Maybe this is regional, but I think it’s kind of funny that they’re pushing the “ace” name since I’ve almost exclusively heard that as sarcastic praise: “Good going, Ace!”
I want a Men In Their Sixties Who Like Dark Chocolate Week. Some men in their sixties, like their chocolate dark, you know. If we can’t have our own week, it’s like our very existence is denied. It would be a slap in the face, literally.
It’s offensive that you didn’t include Men In Their Sixties Who Like Dark Chocolate With Almonds, who will now have to have their own week, to make up for this horrifying exclusion and erasure and violation of rights.
As a man in his fifties who likes dark chocolate without almonds, and who is allergic to peanuts, I find these proposals ageist, allergist, and just generally exclusionary. Do you know how many people die each year of peanut allergies? You are literally committing violence against me.
And, as usual, the only winner is the flag industry.
I was thinking earlier about how NASA’s plans to put more people on the moon are doomed before they begin: there’s no way they’re getting all the flags up there.
As a Man in My Sixties Who Likes Dark Chocolate, I need to make sure that my desire for sweet chocolate on occasion is still reccognized, but not for a full week because midweek because I may want a dark chocoloate that week also. With salt caramel.
What bothers me; well, let’s be honest and note that this is one thing among a great many that bother me:
I feel a certain way, and I scour the internet and interact with influencers, er, friends who help me find the right terms and definitions to describe the way I feel. I try out a bunch of definitions to see if they feel just perfectly right, if they fit me, and then I’m ready. I declare the One True Term, I adopt the style of clothing and jewelry that are officially declared to go with that Term, never mind if I actually like it, I fly the Official Flag that goes along with that Term, a make sure everyone I know and then some is aware of Term Awareness Week, I march proudly in the Pride Parade behind the Official Flag. Everyone is impressed by those who have adopted a Term for themselves.
And then I have doubts. I change my mind. I think maybe Term doesn’t apply so well to me. Maybe a different Term, maybe no Term, maybe I just don’t know anymore.
I can’t drop my affiliation with the One True Term, though. It’s innate, right? It’s unchangeable, right? All my Term friends and colleagues will disown me, will claim I never was Term, will say I was a fraud, a pretender. Not only them, but all the people at Pride who insist that Term is innate will reject me. No, I have to hang onto the One True Term, even if it doesn’t really apply; I need to act as if it does. I don’t define the Term, it defines me.
Why the heck can’t people just have personalities? Why can’t people grow and develop and change? Why does taxonomy govern people’s behaviors and views so much?
I get why asexuals would want a little in-group support. It can be hard to socialize if you’re not interested in/looking for a romantic relationship, which in the modern world is also assumed to include a desire for sex. However, and this is important, if your co-workers are pestering you to have sex, then you already should be able to go to your HR to complain about that if they fail to stop when you say no (thanks, Feminism!). WHY you don’t want to have sex isn’t your co-worker’s business, and so these nitwits in uniforms are hosting a completely worthless seminar (not literally a seminar, but that’s how these reminders/links to resources come across).
My eyes have officially rolled completely out of my head. We need another recognition week for another tiny demographic of narcissists like we need a good dose of the stomach flu.
Also, I don’t like chocolate at all, in any form. Where’s MY support group? We are arguably much more oppressed than anyone else by all you chocolate fiends!
And where is the week for broccoli lovers? You think people who don’t like chocolate are oppressed? You should try liking broccoli! Everyone…I mean EVERYONE…treats you like you are not to be socialized with. Maybe for fear you will hold them down and stuff broccoli down their throat. I tried that once…my son bit me.
I like broccoli.
I even liked it when I was a kid.
How about a week for brussels sprouts lovers?
Another thing I liked as a kid. (and still do)
Ops, please ban James. I don’t feel safe around chocolate haters.
@11 ‘And then I have doubts. I change my mind. I think maybe Term doesn’t apply so well to me. Maybe a different Term, maybe no Term, maybe I just don’t know anymore.’
This was my concern when my friend informed me that her son was asexual. He was 16. I think it’s probably OK to be asexual at 16…but if you attach your entire identity to your Term, and then…maybe…mature a little and in the fullness of time find yourself sexually attracted to someone…what do you do? There is actually a good book about ‘locking yourself into your identity’ before you’ve fully matured and had some life experience:
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2008/dec/13/society-sennett-disorder-review
@15 I used to know a woman who craved broccoli the way normal women crave chocolate. As in leaving the house at 2am (fortunately we lived somewhere that had an all-night farmers’ market) to get her broccoli fix.
My mother used to claim to hate chocolate, till the dementia set in and she forgot.
Can we all agree that WCINC (white chocolate is not chocolate)?
(Also, I like broccoli, and now I’m wondering if chocolate-covered broccoli is a thing.)
There definitely is need for asexuals to have support groups. It’s extremely hard to date and make romantic relationships when the first thing on your profile is “I don’t want any sex, ever”, and in many cases also “no cuddling, ever”, but you’re looking for someone to love and with whom to build a life and household.
Well, the thing about it is, GW, like all things trans there’s fluidity to it all. Some Aces will want sex and cuddling and may change their mind on it occasionally. That’s what makes them special. I know it sounds like all of us, but, remember we don’t all have our own flags for it.
WaM, covering broccoli with chocolate is a real violence! Shame on you. Yes, I am a CEBL (Chocolate Exclusive Broccoli Lover), and I also love brussels sprouts, so I’m with you, Karen. They must be separate weeks, though. We mustn’t assume that all cruciferous vegetables are the same.
iknklast,
Why should it matter to you what goes on between consenting foodstuffs? This is a recipe-positive space; there’s no room for your kink-shaming here.
I should have known that B&W was a secret hive of broccoli-coddling chocolate-hater-excluding radfems. (BCCHERFs)
Also, too, MODS, Mike Haubrich is oppressin’ me! Come see the violence inherent in the system!
Ophelia, did a comment from me on this topic vanish into the ether?
Also, who is “D**** P******” from Michael Haubrich’s #3?
Holms – well if it did I won’t be able to tell, so maybe yes? I looked in the spam folder and nothing with your name on it today.
I searched for you via two different terms and didn’t find a stray comment so I guess it did.
@21: That’s why the labels and “identities” and flags are trivial, but there still has to be a way for people to meet other people that are interested in intimate relationships and domestic partnerships that don’t involve sex.
Why this should be relevant to the police, I have no idea.
Maroon @19, “Can we all agree that WCINC (white chocolate is not chocolate)?”
ALL CHOCOLATE MATTERS!
Well then. My comment, finely crafted and perfectly worded, was killed by your blog. This causes me distress, as now I have to bear the thought of my precious wisdom vanishing forever, as I forgot what I wrote, and as we know, distress is equivalent to murder. You have murdered my words!
I need a flag and week in which to wave it to properly commemorate the psychic murder of my very thoughts.
You jest, but it does pain me. I hope it wasn’t a long complicated high-effort one!
Oh, please.
If you’re not interested in sex, so what? There’s a million billion other things to spend your time on. A very few people might notice, but most won’t, and nobody cares. What a relief, to not worry about an issue that is so fraught with difficulty for everyone else. Live your life, and be happy.
Congratulations Sackbutt! You’re Term Fluid! The beauty of Terms is that they allow for contradiction and incoherence. Hell, it’s practically expected. Terms are innate and fluid. They’re obvious to the Term-bearer from birth and something that takes years for you to discover. Terms are intensely private or personal and something to declare and make known to all and sundry. The important thing is that Terms give you the attention you deserve and the power to demand that attention. Welcome to the expansive, loving, infinitely elastic arms of the Term Umbrella!
Stomach Flu Awareness Week! We should get right on that. (You really don’t want to see the flag, though.)
I believe this is actor David Paisley, who, fearing for his life, reported Marion Millar for tweeting an image of Suffragette ribbons, which he claimed was supposed to be a noose, meant to threaten him. Also apparently responsible for having NI Police Services go after Ceri Black. I believe he’s the one she says “capers and cavorts and feigns terror” while she and other women are subjected to police scrutiny for tweets he doesn’t like. Very Yanivesque.
OB: No, it was about three lines long. Still, any amount of text going up in smoke is similar to a book burning, because I tied them together with the ‘up in smoke’ turn of phrase in my head. Which means it is exactly a book burning. Nazi.
YNNB: oh yes, that charmer.
re: chocolate-covered broccoli
I haven’t heard of any. There are sauces that have chocolate in them. I don’t know if they’ve ever been used on broccoli. (I’ve been watching Bizarre Foods: Delicious Destinations and The Zimmern List.)
I’ve had chocolate-covered bacon and chocolate-covered potato chips. Yum.
Years ago (at least a decade now, I think), Gail Ambrosius had dark chocolate (or was it cocoa?) covered corn nuts. I remember liking those.
As to people not liking chocolate, fine by me. More chocolate for me. ;-)
White chocolate definitely does not matter.
You people are weird, but because you’re my weird I love each and every one of you as you are. Even those who ruin two wonderful things by mixing dark chocolate with broccoli.
As for people getting upset because they don’t get the recognition they deserve for being uninterested in sex, FFS. Do I get the recognition I deserve for being a non-knitter? A non-BMX rider? Not burning coal? Not being a a Trump loving fuckwit? As someone said above, be glad you’re not interested in something that uses up a huge amount of potentially productive time, makes most of us unhappy for a chance of our lives and is almost but not quite simply not worth it. Move on and do whatever you’re passionate about.