Trapped inside a straight couple’s bodies…
(Giggles)
It’s not funny to everyone else in the community.
“You two are not fucking struggling. There is no struggle here. There is no story.”
…
It’s true. We have to acknowledge our privilege in this context.
We are labelled as allies. We cannot identify. It’d be a misrepresentation.
There are real struggles, and we are not struggling.
…
Rewinding the tapes now…
…
“So you’re not gay? You’re not even bi?”
“No. I’m sorry I misled you about that. I just wanted you to feel comfortable to talk to me more and open up to me and get to know me.”
“So you like women. You’re a straight guy.”
“Normally I’m not attracted to anybody. I always thought I was Asexual. You’re the first person I’ve been attracted to. I’m only attracted to you. I’m a you-sexual.”
(Scoffs) “So it’s the big boobs. You like big titties.”
“Yes. It’s so fun,” grabs them. “No. I’m just kidding! It’s not that. If you had to cut them off, I’d still love you. It’s your mind. I can’t read your mind. I can read everyone’s minds. I can’t read yours. It drives me crazy. You drive me crazy! I love everything about you.”
… You can’t read my mind… how can I control that? How do I know when I’m letting you read my mind and when I’m not? I don’t understand this statement about mind reading.
Also, aren’t we kind of telepathic? So you can’t read my mind… but we’re also telepathic?
I’m thinking… you just like me for my boobs and you’ll say anything to get to “own” this body as a boyfriend…
Not sure if I even believe that he’s generally Asexual… I haven’t met any other Asexuals, I don’t think? Wouldn’t they be like monks? He’s such a horny devil!!!
I don’t know…
“You could be saying those words to many girls at the same time. I don’t know if I believe it. They’re just words…”
I need something more tangible than words.
…
Now.
I can decipher the energies of what I am hearing, what I am observing.
I can know, usually, if someone’s words are sincere.
I didn’t at the time… still so young… so hesitant… overthinking… Not understanding…
I think you can read my mind but you second guess yourself because you are clouded by your attraction to me. That’s what trips you up. You can read it. We are telepathically connected… You can hear me even when I’m not making any content whatsoever.
You can hear me.
You can hear my thoughts and musings without me needing to spell it out.
You can feel me. You can embrace me energetically.
You can astral project into my bedroom and fuck me like a ghost.
Anywhere you are in the world, at any time. You can tap in.
…
That is our queerness.
The telepathy.
People will be like, “What are these two weirdos on about?! This is ridiculous! It’s all science fiction.”
Yep… but we could represent… a tiny percentage of other couples. Who are reading this, and feeling like, “Ahah… we’re not that weird… there’s more of us out there. Just a small percentage.”
Maybe they are all also “allies” who get it.
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