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the fact that I realized that I am ace during the height of the ace exclusionist movement is both tragic and empowering (cause I'm still here)
I found this "masterpost" of aphobic posts and I remember this. It might have contributed to not wanting to be ace, not ever saying that I'm ace because then I would know it is the truth.
Things are better now. but I'm scared that they're just lurking, waiting to strike again, when we have rebuilt our community and culture after the exclusionists raided our spaces.
I was personally told that asexuality is inherently homophobic. Though she isn't an "exclusionist" I constantly have to deal with my mother's disappointment and snide remarks about me (and my brother, who I still feel such sorrow over also being ace, though I love him and am happy that he is ace, I wish he didn't have to feel this pain) being ace, and one of the exclusionist talking points is how aces aren't oppressed (not realizing the irony in literally oppressing us).
I love being ace. I love being me, and I am ace. But I also fear being ace, because of all the acephobia I've seen. I still have trouble with the term "cishet" due to how it was constantly used to invalidate us.
I don't know what I want to say. just... learn from our recent history, I don't want to go through this again.
We're here, ace is queer, get over it.