The aroace egg experience

I think it's cool

Damn, looks like I need to cut out the MEAT (PIGEON) and MEAT (FROG).

Shame.

I have a 2004 Honda element, the windshield attracts bugs like craz. In the summer I can go through a gallon of fluid in a few weeks. I also have a 2008 Outback, which is the one I usually take across state lines to see family. It's better at keeping them off the glass, but the washer line is busted and the tank is cracked, so I still end up having to use gas station squeegee a couple times per trip.

I can't win.

I mean it's generally bad form to attempt to explain why someone is of a particular orientation. You don't say "well you're only gay because you have trauma," because that's fucked up and overtly reductive of a key aspect of their personality.

I don't experience sexual attraction. I still get horny. Orgasms feel great. I get lonely all the time, and still need social interaction. My experience is far from unique amongst asexual people. I don't think it's as simple as a single chemical imbalance.

At the same time, I am scientifically-minded, and understand that my mind arises as a product of the processes of my brain and body. I don't disagree that hormones play as a factor in my orientation, but not everyone in the ace community shares that sentiment, and of course having your orientation chalked up to a specific medical or phychological "quirk" generally feels bad.

HVAC tech. My hands would be banana peels.

1992; I'm two years old, and having an absolute blast running through the sheets my mom had put up out on the clothesline.

About a decade ago my mom and I were talking about early memories. It turns out she happened to have a disposable camera on her at the time, and there's pictures of me, joyfully forming my earliest memory as a toddler.

Oh my god, they were roommates.

Yeah, I guess it reads weird. I think I intended it as a early barometer to his character, but didn't expand or lampshade it properly. Oh well. It's a lemmy comment, not a graded CW essay.

Worked for a small business which did electronics repair, and which had recently picked up e-waste recycling. Our boss, the owner, was known for getting baked out of his mind and imagining things which he needed to tell his staff, and would think the next day that he had actually told that thing to his staff. Just to give you an idea of the kind of guy the owner is, we had two company-wide group texts for the 11 people on payroll. One had everyone, and the other had everyone except the owner. The owner never knew about that one, and honestly that arrangement was a necessity to keep turnover low and by extension the business from running aground.

Anyway, my coworker is talking to a customer at the counter, who is dropping off an old television to be recycled. The customers leave, and the owner walks in.

Owner: "Wait, is this a plasma? We can't take this!"

Coworker: "why not?"

Owner: "We can't do plasmas! We've never done plasmas!" sees the stack of plasma screen televisions "What the fuck?! Who accepted these?"

Me: "Dude, you've never mentioned that we can't do anything with plasmas before."

Owner: "Yeah! It was in the class on e-waste recycling."

Coworker: "You were the only one who took that because you didn't want to fly anyone else to Vegas for a four day conference."

At this point I think the owner started to realize he hadn't actually disseminated anything other than the logistical aspects of the e-waste business to the employees.

Owner: "So, what, no one knows what we actually accept for e-waste?"

Me: "I don't think so, man."

The owner looks at me with obvious anger and with that look that says he's about to blame me for something.

Owner: "So, what y'all want a fucking list or something?"

Coworker: "Yeah, that would be great, actually."

The owner turned red, looked about ready to angry-cry, and walked out. Went home and got baked. I don't think he ever actually put a list together. The e-waste thing fell through a few months later after I left because the warehouse he was renting and illegally living out of was like a quarter the size needed, and there wasn't any money left for processing equipment. He franchised a corporate brand like a year later.

Fuck you, Matt, you goddamn moron.

Oh I get it, you're just in denial about modern gender theory. Good luck with your rocks. The trick is to bang them together.

We literally made up Ms., Mrs., and Mr.

That's how language works, we get to make it up as we go along.

How do you think we got here??