Sometimes I’ll read some well-written literary fiction, often even written by a woman, and there’s still all this sex and desire and wanting and stuff in it. In this case, it’s The Lady and the Unicorn. Not a bad book. But there’s all this burning and longing and wanting and moisture and hiding and bad decision-making based on hormones and young people risking their lives just to rub body parts together and I just really have to wonder, as an ace person, do y’all honestly have to live with all that??? Because holy shit, no wonder y’all are so distracted and confusing.
Me every time I’m driving somewhere with people and they tell me about their love woes. I listen and I nod and I just…have to tell them at some point, hey, I am totally attentive and appreciating that you have these feelings and that you wanna get home ASAP so you can get it on with that special person but be aware my friend I am nowhere NEAR knowing what you mean.
Alexander Hamilton, about Maria Reynolds: Lord, show me how to say no to this!
Me, an ace in the audience: Just tell her to GTFO, it’s literally that simple.