The other day it kind of hit me how there are some pathways of perspective and feeling that I’m not sure I will ever understand because I’m asexual. I see a lot of reference points in art, culture, etc. and when I hear a group of allosexual people talk about it, oftentimes it seems they can understand it in a way that I just can’t. They bring up sex as though it’s this glowing force inside everyone that they can tap into and apply to looking at the world. But when I look inside me, that force isn’t there.
I’ve come to embrace this lack of something - or rather, the presence of something else. That discovery that, oh, there’s something else in me that isn’t quite the same as it seems to be for the apparent majority, to really be seeing this and feeling this very presently in the world, it’s strange.
That’s okay, though. It’s so very okay.
I just made the first prints of my thesis project and I’d post them here but it’s like… almost impossible to take a photo of them? I made a photo project that can’t be photographed lololol