   Orange Dreamsicle. Sweet and delicious. I originally wanted a blueberry drink but they were out. This was recommended to me and was a wonderful drink. 28/04/2025 - 01:41 AM |
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I was thinking back on my childhood, and I find it amusing just how formative it was, and the foreshadowing it had into who I would be in the present. Primarily in my fictophilia (or fictoromance, or fictosexuality, or whatever whichever term you prefer for such a thing. As a child my crushes were preserved for the fictional over the flesh-and-blood. My infatuation toward a character was because of their fictional existence. On and on for years and years, it went. I mistook aesthetic attraction for real attraction, because to be normal is to be attracted to "real people". My fictional love only intensified, projecting myself onto relationships in media that I wished I could have. I discovered the meaning of asexual in 2015, and accepted I was such in 2018. Going down the rabbithole of the asexual spectrum is when I learned of fictophilia. After so much denial, it is relieving to accept this part of myself. And it is so humorous that I look that other people and think they are the strange ones. This love I have for the fictional, the two-dimensional, and the unreal is immense and eternal. It has always been a part of me. To all the fictional individuals I have loved before, and all the ones I love currently, and will in the future, I hold their hands and I cherish them all dearly. Wonderful, beautiful individuals. The past ones have led me to who I am today. I'm not "out and proud" about such a thing, but if people were to ask me, I would answer honestly. I hope there is more discussion and acceptance of asexuals and the asexual spectrum in the future. I also hope to one day find asexual spaces where I am comfortable. |