mesotablar: Aromantic flag as text (Aromantic)
This is my entry for Carnival of Aros January 2022. This month's topic is In-Between Spaces and I was inspired by the prompts: How do your romantic orientation, sexuality, and gender play off of each other? How do these interact with other facets of your identity, such as neurodivergence, disability, race, ethnicity or body size?


Ripple Effects

Dwelling on what could have been is an exercise in pain and futility, but it is also where my mind goes when I think of intersectionality. I think the interaction between my different aspects of identity allowed me to fall into the in-between spaces, so I never fit anywhere (until recently).  

I worked out I was ‘other’ at the time crushes became the topic of choice between girls. For a while answering ‘no one’ was accepted but after a few years the denial became noticeable, and socially unacceptable.

Yet when I found out about asexuality I rejected it. What was described by those few early brave asexuals who put themselves out there didn’t describe my experience. In hindsight I realise my nebulous sexuality and raging aromanticism actually cut me off from a community that could have probably helped me with my sense of place in the world.

Being diagnosed with a chronic condition didn’t help with my sense of belonging, but it did give me an excuse to avoid all questions about myself that I could not answer.

Why don’t you date? illness.

Why don’t you like anyone? Too tired from illness.

Do you have a crush on a celebrity? Too distracted by illness.

Inflating the effect my condition had on my life made it take up more room in my head, gave it more importance and influence than it probably deserved (well, at least after it was controlled, stable, and I stopped having hallucinations).

My self-esteem took many hits in the following years. Taken advantage of and belittled, made to feel broken and purposely provoked. Like the butterfly effect, I have no idea how those things have spiralled to change who I grew into.

And I was grown. I was mid-20s when I discovered a community I felt I belonged to.

If my aromanticism hadn’t been so strong I might have found a place in the talking-about-love asexual community of the time. If my sexuality had been less ‘active’ in my teens (I totally blame hormones) I might have discovered aromanticism earlier.

If I’d found a community for support I believe I would have been able to protect my vulnerable questioning side from the attacks it suffered from peers in those ensuing years. Or at least realised enough to stop putting myself in those situations.

I am probably quieter, less trusting, more of a reader, more self-aware and self-reflective than I might otherwise have been. I’m also now very good at seeing red-flags and microagressions. I am scarred but stronger, my romantic orientation and sexuality were my weaknesses but now they are my strength.    

mesotablar: Aromantic flag as text (Aromantic)
I have been watching and listening to quite a bit of true crime shows and podcasts recently.  Mostly just because it is there and other people seem to be consuming it too which means more articles pointing me at it and it is higher on entertainment rating lists. One common theme that pops up fairly frequently at least in serial killers and cult leaders is repressed sexuality. Why repressed? well parents and society was and is super harsh on stuff they don't like. It just so happens that homophobic male-fixated male serial killers get shows made about them. Lots of shows. 

Repressing things does warp you inside. I thought I was broken for over a decade because I negatively reacted to dates and I didn't actively seek them out. I am SURE that being aromantic but not knowing what aromantic is did contribute to low self esteem and my sense of belonging and community. If I lived in a more dictatorial society (Aka my family 90 years ago) I would have been married off at 19, and even as a theoretical I have no idea how I would have survived....though at least I can take comfort in the fact that with my health I wouldn't have lived to 16. How warped is that? I find it comforting that theoretical me would never have been married. But to know of Aromanticism and be told it is bad and wrong?

I wonder how many people broke under the strain of internalised hate, of feeling isolated, of feeling wrong.
I wonder how many people would make different choices if they knew about Aromanticism and Asexuality.
I wonder how many domestic violence victims and survivors are aromantic or asexual. 
I wonder how many domestic violence perpetrators are aromantic or asexual. 
I wonder how many pick-up artists are aromantic or asexual. 
I wonder how many incels are aromantic or asexual.
mesotablar: Aromantic flag as text (Aromantic)
Recently I have gone through emotional changes and this past week I seem to keep finding the same topics popping up again and again, which I choose to take as a sign that I should try to work through some of my feelings. 

I grew up in an environment of conservative and progressive influences, I'm sure many people have but all in our own unique recipe of the two. Since the deaths in my family I have found I am more body confident than I had been in years. I am also feeling much more settled inside myself as a person. For the first time in forever I feel like my internal storm has truly abated and I can see the internal scene and all the accumulated debris. Which lead about the terrible realisation that much of the dissatisfaction was actually external input. Semi-regular flippant comments about hair and weight, dating and boys, physical ability and life goals, that I thought I had ignored actually cut me deeply. Now those thoughts which were not my own are now literally in the grave with the persons who made them.  

I am not a good self-critic. I can only analyse things in hindsight if I am prompted to do so. Basically much of the time I flail and hope I come across other people who give me ideas to make sense of my reactions and life. 

I have discovered I do in fact have quite a lot of internalised misogyny linked to a sense of inferiority related to my disability (Internalised Ableism Alert!). I don't even know if misogyny is really the right word, a more apt term might be Toxic Femininity. I push back against amatonormativity a lot. I feel that expectations of romantic love force themselves on me all the time, but might I be letting them in to torment me? My last post 'Females Love' talked about this. I have internal expectations of what women are, very traditional European ideals. If I write them out specifically I see how silly they are and can rebuke them but there is still this deep vague sense that they are correct. 

Being in Queer spaces has exposed me to many people of different genders and many different journeys those people have made to get there. I have no gender journey, do I? How am I female then? How do I know? up rises the 28 year old monster of memories of comments, expectations and traditions (this monster it seems has always been present lurking beneath the surface and informing my experiences, but it lets itself be seen every so often). I have no role models who are aromantic or disabled in the same way I am, let alone both. Truthfully I was never really interested finding any. One group I am intrinsicly connected to is my bloodline, so they sort of became my 'best fit' role models for certain things, and it certainly makes sense when it comes to health history. But what of the rest of history?

Half of my family migrated to Australia after WWII, and they kept almost nothing of their old home countries, very little sense of culture was passed down. So I, wanting some sort of anchor clasped whatever I could. Much of that is from a time almost unrecognisable, but I absorbed it and in many ways I thought it applicable to me. Deep inside I still think it is applicable to me, but that is just causing me pain, but is it worse to keep pushing against external factors I invite in or to remove all the internalised issues themselves?
Here is a list of some which I abstractly know are not true to my experience but they are specific to my sense of who my family is and in turn who I am. 
(TL;DR I've had this list of stuff subtly reinforced in me for 28 years, now I'm deciding to try to purge it. I'm so screwed) 
  • Love can grow from passion
  • Certainty-of-marriage-partner at first sight/Love at first sight is real
  • a long-term relationship is the most significant relationship you will have outside of children (Sometimes not even children)
  • a partner gives you better social status
  • families arrange suitable suitors 
  • family approval is of the upmost importance
  • you must master the duties of a housewife
  • sacrificing everything for love may improve your future
  • Being submissive is better
  • being slightly masochistic will serve you well because life/love is painful
  • get married as a young virgin 
mesotablar: Aromantic flag as text (Aromantic)
This is my entry for aromagni.tumblr.com/post/611540309244018688/carnival-of-aros-call-for-submissions-march using the prompt: How does your experience of gender intersect with romance and/or amatonormativity?
I always seem to end up talking about amatonormativity...



Females Love

My gender matches my biology. Because I had no conflict or dysphoria I just accepted it when I was young and grew with it. I take it for granted most of the time. Specifically: ‘my gender’ is barely ever in the forefront of my mind as it is so fused with my own sense of self.

However there have been many moments where I was forced to feel less than female. From about the age of 8 love changes its meaning from describing family connections to budding romantic hopes. The experience of growing up as a girl is like swimming in a river, where all the solid ground is ‘love’. People start expecting you to show interest, and assume it is a forgone conclusion that you will eventually find yourself washed ashore into first love. Loving family is taken for granted as everyone, parents, teachers, friends, all start anticipating that you will begin making tentative steps in making romantic connections.

Love becomes a constant presence bordering life. Love is the topic of many conversations. Girls pester each other with questions about romantic interest. Parents begin setting out rules of engagement to control the access boys have to their daughters. Celebrity crushes become a way of judging and sorting classmates. The popular media; books, shows, music, movies, is generally centred on love, and popular media is the centre of at least half of all the conversations.   

Sure there are those that reject certain mainstream influences, like me, but there was no escaping the flow of my cohort or the expectation of my own inevitable falling in love. As more and more girls around me fulfilled those expectations I was left more isolated. Love is what girls seemed to do, so what are you if you don’t fall in love? Not a girl? Not growing up as you should? Not human?

Media had told me over and over again that romantic love is intrinsic to the female experience. Yes, it is all terribly binary, girls love and boys fight….though the binary assumption after puberty for boys becomes a different four letter F-word. That was just the environment I was raised in. Feminism and strong female role models were present, women can do the same jobs as men for the same wage, women don’t need to become baby machines, women don’t have to cook. All good stuff, but underlying gender and human stereotypes were not contradicted, they weren't even thought of. Girls love, it is just what happens after you hit puberty. First the growing pains that keep you from sleeping, you grow an inches in your sleep. Then your chest swells and you start wearing training bras, preparing you for the torture device underwire bras. Then the period arrives with very little warning, expected yet unexpected. Then boom! First love. Okay, maybe not immediately but definitely within 10 years. Definitely.  

It seemed all the adults in my live automatically assumed love would be part of my teenage years so there was a watchful anticipation in the background of most conversation and interaction. It was continuous and unpleasant. My lack of interest in love connection singled me out amongst my friends. It made me feel sub-optimal. I wasn't fulfilling one of the core essentials of being of the female gender. I was a failing, I was less than truly female.

The many uses of the word ‘love’ helped confuse matters. I love that show. I love that band. I love that actor. Love your body. Love your neighbour. I love what you are wearing. I love your hair. I love you.

There was a disconnect somewhere for me and the (only partially effective) outlet I found was being a tomboy. I rejected femininity even though that is what I am most comfortable with just because the feminine package seemed to be soaked with love. Tomboyishness did not last long. I always felt too female to be constrained in those clothes and I didn't fit in with the other tomboys. So I didn't fit with the girly girls, I didn't fit with the tomboys, and as the years rolled by and the cliques were all corrupted by dating couples I was left further and further outside my own understanding of what it is to be female.

I've lied to make my history fit more along the lines of a standard female experience. I've been given reassurances about dating. I am older now and the expectant eyes have gotten bored, and after finding out about aromanticism I am much more comfortable in my own skin. Before aromanticism no one had ever said it is okay not to date. No one ever said it is okay to remain single. No one ever told me friends are enough for some people. No one ever said that romance is not intrinsic to the female gender.

Well, it is okay not to date. It is okay to remain single. Friends can be enough. I am female. I am aromantic. Aromantic women are legitimately female.

mesotablar: Aromantic flag as text (Aromantic)
Hello all! This is my entry for May 2019 Carnival of Aros! I was trying to fill the prompt How aromanticism influences your views on religion but I may have gone somewhere else with this...



Amatonormativity Made Vows Attractive

As a generalisation I would like to say that I grew up on a street with a church at each end, and my family ignored both.
My views on religions are inconsistent, vague or undefined. 

 

But I always found something alluring about nuns.

 

I grew up with the usual pop culture influences of children born in the 90s. Barbie and Ken were still a big thing. There were few strong solo female role models, let alone ones not interested in romance (were there even any?). I bought into the whole idea of partnering up and getting married.

Because of my entire family’s ‘lapsed catholic’ status I never saw marriage as a religious thing, it was a life thing.

You are alive, so you breathe and eat, move and sneeze, blink and fart, sleep and get married.

Even if you didn’t ‘get married’ you sure had to get engaged for at least 5 years. Long engagements or a shotgun wedding are the only practices found in my family history. Remaining single is a privilege of those who die young.

 

So I figured I had to get engaged and/or married. As I grew I found the idea of marriage more and more distasteful. Then I found out about nuns. Women married to Christ. I had found an out. I could get married and fulfil that life expectation yet not be romantically linked to another human!

Luckily I grew up about a 10 minute walk from a convent (and a 5 minute drive from a monastery) so I could investigate and actually talk to Sisters. I met some great people and the idea of dedicating my life to love and helping others is very alluring.

Being a greysexual the vow of chastity would be no issue. Vows of poverty might have been more of a sacrifice because I was raised on stories of how much my family lost in WWII so from an early age I became obsessively protective of the few family heirlooms we have (incidentally most of them are religious in nature) and the vow of obedience is in itself not much of an obstacle. I happily live within defined boundaries, my willingness to live within a box is proving itself as I contemplate this form of consecrated life as a way to fulfil the expectation of life: born, marry, die.

But

I grew up outside the church. Jesus is just a name to me. God can be plural. My holy trinity is the Rainbow Serpent, Tiddalik and Tjirbruki. Maybe if there had been an indigenous Sister I would have been reconciled, but there wasn’t so I wasn’t.

I am more aware now that at that time I was trying to find a loophole to expectations, but now I am knowledgeable enough to just reject the expectations. I have the greatest respect for women who take the vows and I think I will also always have a tiny curious envy of their contemplative, helpful, spiritually love filled lives. 

mesotablar: Aromantic flag as text (Aromantic)
Picture post this time because I am lazy.

I am aromantic. I don't get crushes. I don't even get squishes. It was always so hard to keep remembering who I was supposed to like. I used to pick singers but then I would only be able to remember the band names. Then one day I was caught out and my mouth moved faster than my brain and out popped John Malkovich. Who is an awesome actor. But it creeped my friends out a bit. They stopped asking me 'who I liked' for a while after that. So all in all, John Malkovich was the best and most useful (not) crush I ever had.

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