I hear it's some asexuality pride day, and I'm sick and bored so a brief ace story time.
Something like 10 years ago, when I was fresh in my early 20s, high on living independent and individual life, I wanted to experiment with being visibly queer and bought myself an ace ring.
I don't know if those are still a thing, but back then it was a black ring worn on some specific finger and it was meant to be this kinda secret signal of being asexual. So, I searched high and low for an adult-size black ring and finally found one in a gem shop, made from some sort of mineral and very affordable.
Put it on with pride every morning, fully ready and prepared to explain to anyone asking that why yes it's an asexual pride ring are you familiar with our lord and savior Ace of Sexuality if not I can explaaaaaiinn. Like a goddamn brand ambassador of my own life, I was so ready.
Less than a week in, I slapped my hand against a table a bit harded than usual and the cheap bastard ring broke into a thousand pieces.
Threw it away like the traitor it was, didn't buy a new one and slid back into my comfy life of obscurity. No-one had paid any attention to the ring anyway.
And that's the first and last time I tried being out all loud and proud.
Anyway, have a good one acey lads.