So I'm asexual.
You all know that from my vlogs. And my tweets. And my instagram, But that's not enough. How many aces do you know? How many did you even hear of?
Exactly.
This is why I am always bringing it up. Because there aren't many of us. There are a lot of people out there who think they're broken though, People who could be Ace, but no one talks about asexuality, so they don't know it exists.
I felt broken.
For years.
For the majority of my life. And it wasn't until I accidentally stumbled upon asexuality on tumblr that I started feeling better about myself.
I spent days looking up everything I could find on asexuality. I started trying to find other aces on social media. I try to follow every ace that I can on twitter, so if I'm not following you, message me.
As I was discovering my asexuality, I began to re-evaluate my life. I began to look at past events and see them for what they were: a lost person trying to find meaning. Trying to find purpose. It was a hard time for me. I had a lot of pressures on me, and this sudden enlightenment/re-evaluation didn't precisely make things easier.
I started having mood swings and everything. I was pretty hard to be around and I didn't know how to tell people yet. I was working in a small town and living in a smaller one, surrounded by super religious people, close-minded people, and just all around ignorant people. I was scared.
Even now that I'm out publicly, I'm still scared of people finding out and hating me. Or blackmailing me somehow.
That's just the world we live in though.
And I am fucking tired of hearing that as some kind of excuse.
I shouldn't be scared of my co-workers finding out about me. I shouldn't be scared to wear a scarf outside of the city.
Because I look hella good in a scarf.
But I have this rationally irrational fear that's sort of rational.
As a country we're very open-minded, but within the small towns we're just like the rest of the world.
It's time for me to take a more visible stand. Time for me to fight for what I am.
I know my friends will stand with me, but it's easier for them. They're mostly straight and they look the part.
But I'm not, and when I go full-out, I look no where near straight. Scarves, leggings, lip gloss: I look good.
Guess it's time for me to slay.
This was just supposed to be about asexuality. Now it's a call to arms.
For myself.
For you,
For everyone that reads this.
Let's take a fucking stand.
Signed,
Zak Hiscock, October 10, 2015.
You all know that from my vlogs. And my tweets. And my instagram, But that's not enough. How many aces do you know? How many did you even hear of?
Exactly.
This is why I am always bringing it up. Because there aren't many of us. There are a lot of people out there who think they're broken though, People who could be Ace, but no one talks about asexuality, so they don't know it exists.
I felt broken.
For years.
For the majority of my life. And it wasn't until I accidentally stumbled upon asexuality on tumblr that I started feeling better about myself.
I spent days looking up everything I could find on asexuality. I started trying to find other aces on social media. I try to follow every ace that I can on twitter, so if I'm not following you, message me.
As I was discovering my asexuality, I began to re-evaluate my life. I began to look at past events and see them for what they were: a lost person trying to find meaning. Trying to find purpose. It was a hard time for me. I had a lot of pressures on me, and this sudden enlightenment/re-evaluation didn't precisely make things easier.
I started having mood swings and everything. I was pretty hard to be around and I didn't know how to tell people yet. I was working in a small town and living in a smaller one, surrounded by super religious people, close-minded people, and just all around ignorant people. I was scared.
Even now that I'm out publicly, I'm still scared of people finding out and hating me. Or blackmailing me somehow.
That's just the world we live in though.
And I am fucking tired of hearing that as some kind of excuse.
I shouldn't be scared of my co-workers finding out about me. I shouldn't be scared to wear a scarf outside of the city.
Because I look hella good in a scarf.
But I have this rationally irrational fear that's sort of rational.
As a country we're very open-minded, but within the small towns we're just like the rest of the world.
It's time for me to take a more visible stand. Time for me to fight for what I am.
I know my friends will stand with me, but it's easier for them. They're mostly straight and they look the part.
But I'm not, and when I go full-out, I look no where near straight. Scarves, leggings, lip gloss: I look good.
Guess it's time for me to slay.
This was just supposed to be about asexuality. Now it's a call to arms.
For myself.
For you,
For everyone that reads this.
Let's take a fucking stand.
Signed,
Zak Hiscock, October 10, 2015.
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