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#Grey-Ace
aroaceconfessions · 11 months
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I’m Arospec in a complicated way and acespec in an even more complicated way and I wish someday we could see more characters who aren’t just aroace, but on the spectrums in their own unique way, like so many of us are.
Submitted May 25, 2023
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Gray Stripe Asexual Pride Flag
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Gray Stripe Asexual: acespec individuals represented by the grey stripe in the asexual flag.
This may overlap with greysexuality or mesi asexuality.
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transenbyconfessions · 11 months
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My friend, who I was working with last week, is really lovely, but absolutely hopeless with pronouns. Because we've known each other so long he struggles to see me as anything but male and he seemed surprised that most people now see me as a woman. Though he always gets my name right, he constantly referred to me as 'he' last time we worked together — much to our customers' confusion, because most of them instinctively referred to me as 'she'! One customer who I had met a few times before didn't even recognise me and thought I was a cis woman! Massive gender euphoria.
Submitted May 12, 2023
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bloompawz · 2 months
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Alternative Greysexual Flag
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I've identified as greysexual off and on. I'm not asexual, but I'm not necessarily allosexual either, though I relate to aspects of both asexuality and allosexuality. I'm still debating whether the term "greysexual" is right for me, or whether I should just leave the "how" of my sexuality neutral/unlabeled, but I feel like greysexual is applicable.
Edit: I've decided that I'm primarily sticking with neu aro, but I'm greysexual if it's brought up. I resonate with greysexuality in a "not asexual, but not necessarily allosexual either" way. I engage with and relate to both communities, but neither feels entirely right. If I were forced to place myself into an ace-allosexual binary for whatever reason, I'd go with allosexual, but greysexual feels most accurate. My sexuality exists in its own grey area. As for which spectra I fall under, I'd say greysexual-spec first, allosexual-spec second, and ace-spec last. Preferably just neu aro though.
I like the common greysexual flag, but I feel like it represents a very specific version of greysexuality. Purple represents asexuality, grey represents a transition between asexuality and allosexuality, and white represents allosexuality. The flag conveys the experience of being asexual, then experiencing brief allosexuality, then going back to asexuality once again. I wanted to make something that felt more broad, and better encompassing of different greysexual experiences, including my own.
So, here's what I made:
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Stripes get thinner towards the center to represent how it can be difficult to pin point where one falls on this spectrum, and how identities/experiences can blur together. You can think of this as a flag in which the stripes overlapped so much that they started to take up the same space.
The stripes are desaturated, representing greysexuality and the various "shades of grey" in the greysexual spectrum. This desaturation can also convey a sense of fuzziness, unclearness, or blurriness that some greysexuals experience.
Purple represents asexuality, and red/pink represents allosexuality. Some stripes are tinted with purple or red/pink to represent greysexual people who identify as ace-spec and/or allo-spec, respectively. Other stripes have no tint, representing greysexual people who identify as neither ace-spec nor allo-spec. The placement of these colors is not important to the symbolism; greysexuality is not a clean line from ace to allo.
I don't really expect people to use this flag, but you're welcome to if you wish! It's public domain, and credit is not needed.
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i’m so incredibly tired of human relationships being transactional, and of me trying to constantly figure out what it is that people want from me so that they don’t leave me.
it is always the same. an intense connection, hours talking, opening up, getting closer; the other person wants more (which in almost each and every case means: something physical) and i open up and say i cannot give them that, after which they close off and suddenly are no longer interested in nurturing the connection. their care for me is always conditional.
so i always have to walk this thin line between wanting for them to stay, wanting for this connection to be genuine, wanting to actually for once in my fucking miserable existence have a meaningful human connection, and knowing that if i don’t give them what they want, then our connection will mean nothing.
i’m just honestly so drained, so so tired of this. sometimes i wish i was still a child and sex was not expected of me. i wish i was a child who could make friends and deeply connect and share things and spend time and wonder and ponder about the universe and watch tv shows and laugh and joke and just have that true connection with someone. no transactions. no conditions. 
i’m really starting to believe this doesn’t exist at all, and i’m the only fool that will open up, let you in, share with you, want to spend time with you, while expecting nothing in return.
i’m tired of being abandoned because i’m not useful enough.
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Question for all the grey-ace/demi-sexual folk out there. Do you ever feel like your too ace for Allo folk and too Allo for ace folk? This is something that's been on my mind for a while now
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cowboylikeghost · 2 years
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Here have some headcanons of toh <3
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I love that luz have purple in each of her flag !! 💜
My little confort squad i love them so much.
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insipid-drivel · 9 months
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Intimacy is a very strange, yet wonderful, thing to experience.
I’m very asexual and sex-neutral. My partner, who just moved in, is demi. We met all the way back in 2005 (neither of us can remember the exact moment we met anymore; there’s before we met, and after we met as far as we’re concerned), and while we’ve only been living together for a few days now, it’s been wonderful. I’m a writer with a crappy musculoskeletal system, and he’s a retired veteran that’s taken a lot of combat-related damage.
I get chronic pain a lot, particularly when I’m stressed. My tendons suck and tend to seize up from ankle to shoulder and sometimes triggers nasty muscle spasms that race up and down my back and even around my ribcage. Sort of like Lucifer’s corset, except I know Lucifer is nicer that. They suck, but I’ve had them for so long that I really don’t comment on them anymore.
This morning I had a bad one. You know how chronic pain can compound into epic amounts of fatigue? Yeah. While sharing a home with someone I’ve known, loved, and adored on varying levels and scales across the past 17-18 years has been great, it doesn’t mean it can’t be stressful and catch up with me before I can start to relax into the new swing of things.
But this one was really bad. I was so exhausted from fighting the pain in my crappy, crappy sleep my eyes were practically welded shut when I woke up this morning. My partner was right beside me and is a prolific cuddler, as well as a sufferer of chronic pain himself from old bullet wounds and a shoulder that was nearly blown apart by a mortar blast. I very vaguely, as I was feeling the real bite of the pain hitting, felt him touch along my shoulders and back. Assuming it was nothing more than affectionate good-morning caresses, I just tried to let myself go back to sleep.
Suddenly, I’m being rotated to lie down flat on my stomach. I made a noise of complaint, and received a tut in response before I heard the miniature jackhammer of a motor in a (genuine) therapeutic massager.
It wasn’t sexy at all. This wasn’t the kind of massager that is just labeled “massager” to avoid marketing restrictions online. He found one of the worst knots in my hamstrings and dug the jackhammering head of it into the back of my thigh. 
I practically shouted with pain as the sensation knocked the wind out of me. He gently told me to hang in there and to remember to breathe - which I had forgotten to do. He gave me his free hand to squeeze as each godawful knot I didn’t even know I had in places I had never thought were relevant to my back pains was almost literally hammered out of my muscle and connective tissue.
After almost half an hour of half-excruciating, half-soothing deep tissue massage, he got up and ran me a bath and told me to get up and soak while he made breakfast. By the time I wobbled out of the bathroom and slumped onto the couch in the living room, I had a plate of eggs, toast, and hashbrowns in front of me.
Then he dragged me out for another half hour, minimum, of walking. The entire time, he kept hold of my hand. Even when I cursed under my breath at being so tired and tender all over, he nonetheless encouraged me to walk with him up steeper inclines than I would’ve liked. By the time we got back to our door, he asked me if my back still hurt.
When I hesitated to answer, he cheerfully said, “Seems like you’re starting to feel better! That means it’s time for another lap!”
“Damn you,” I grumbled, but walk we did, and I nearly fell asleep sitting upright when we got back inside at last.
He immediately began planning a high-protein meal for later while I remained doughy and sleepy. “You’re fatigued. You need protein,” he kept saying, and then motioned back toward the hallway to our room with a mixing spoon and instructed me to lie down and rest a little more.
By the time he came back to our bedroom to have a shower of his own, my back felt better and I had perked up rather than nodded off to sleep like I expected. As he left the bathroom and got dressed, it finally registered, and I had to ask:
“Wait... I never said I was hurting. How could you tell?”
He shrugged at me. “You were holding yourself really tensely in your sleep, and then you were struggling to wake up with me when we always wake up at the same time together. You were in pain. It’s my job to fix that.”
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pronoun-laboratory · 4 months
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Grey-asexual Gomamon icons ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
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luaminesce · 10 months
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Okay, at some points, I do wonder if I'm a demi/greysexual lesbian? Because I rarely feel sexual attraction, but when I do, it's at those (women) I know well...?
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“Oh, this is new,” the succubus said, tilting their head. Their perfect face gleamed with a demented, inhuman interest. “You see, usually, you humans are putty in my hands. And I’ve encountered a few who are immune to me. But you . . . you’re something different.” A smile snaked on their lips. “You’re struggling.”
The protagonist pressed back against the kitchen shelf – eyes wide, limbs trembling. They were not leaping into the succubus’s arms, but they couldn’t run for the door either. Some innate force was holding them back.
They’d been questioning lately, if they were grey-ace. What a hell of a way to have it confirmed.
“Come on, sweetness.” The succubus waltzed closer. “Just give in to me. You know you want to.” Their eyes were a gorgeous sky-after-sunset purple. The protagonist’s favorite color.
They had watched their friends fall, one after the other, to these monsters. None of them had even been able to put up a fight. And, now that the protagonist was cornered, they understood. Even with this newfound layer of protection, it was hard to look anywhere but those eyes.
They tried, fingers straining, to reach for the clay sugar jar on the shelf.
Two years ago, the succubi hordes had descended upon the world. Grotesque monsters hidden beneath a beautiful veneer, they seduced humans to breed their demonic offspring, or otherwise just to eat people’s souls. But really, they could do anything they wanted with the people under their control.
Including force them to reveal the location of the other survivors.
The succubus was right in front of them, now. “I’ll make it good for you, promise. Gentle.” They grinned. “Or rough. However you like.” They put a hand on the protagonist’s arm, making them half shiver, half flinch. “Just tell me where that human colony of yours is, and you can have all of me.”
“F-fuck,” it was hard to get the words out, “a cactus.”
The succubus grabbed the back of the protagonist’s head, and rammed their faces together in a kiss.
The protagonist’s mind flashed white, and for a second, they were sure they were gone.
Then they smashed the jar against the succubus’s head.
Still reeling, they tripped and stumbled over the creature’s body, and fled off into the wilderness.
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A/N -- It’s kinda hard to write about succubi in a gender neutral way, since, in the mythology, succubi are female and incubi are male. It seems a little silly to me to make this distinction, especially when a lot of the lore basically portrays them as genderfluid shape-shifters. So, even though I used the gendered word “succubus” here, picture the character however you’d like
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aroaceconfessions · 1 year
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Tw- Bodily functions
I only feel sexual attraction before and during menstruation.
Submitted May 3, 2023
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anbu-legacy · 1 year
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Minato and Kakashi both some form of demisexual/demiromatic? 👀
Kakashi and Minato both some form of demisexual/demiromantic/grey-Ace/etc, yes!
(You might also enjoy this character-ask from the archives: Minato, would you ever play matchmaker for Kakashi?)
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kpopgirl1234bl · 2 years
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HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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custom-pronoun-pins · 2 years
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[ID: Ten circular designs with a solid colored background and a pride flag inside the circle.
Each pin reads, "Valued memeber of the Global Trans Werewolf Pack".
The flags are, in order:
Gay, with stripes in a gradient from green to white to blue.
Genderfaer, with pastel stripes of: green-blue, green, yellow, white, pink, purple, and blue-purple.
Genderfluid, with stripes of pink, white, purple, black, and royal blue.
Genderflux, with stripes of dark pink, pale pink, grey, cyan, sky blue, and pale yellow.
Genderqueer, with stripes of purple, white, and dark green.
Girl but not a woman, with diagonal stripes of sky blue, gold, white, and purple.
A golden-silk spider gender flag wit hstripes of dark orange, dark gold, pale yellow, grey, dark berry-red, and black.
Grey-ace, with stripes of purple, grey, white, grey, and purple.
Grey-aro, with stripes of green, grey, white, grey, and green.
The hea/ler/(lers)/lerself pronoun flag, with stripes of different widths: Thick pale peach, thin peach, thin pale green, light brown, thin pale green, thin peach, and thivk pale peach.
End ID.]
To see all the posts on tumblr, you can click here to see the tag for them all, which is “Valued member of the Global Trans Werewolf Pack pins”.
These can be used for anything you'd like, headers, icons, moodboards ect, no credit needed!
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Designs are no longer available on Redbubble as of April 2023, as they've started actively stealing money from artists. Sorry for the inconvenience. You are, as always, encouraged to save these designs to use as icons or in other art, and you are encouraged to print them out and make your own shirts or buttons if you're able to.
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kpopgirl1234blr · 2 years
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HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!
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