Trigger Warning: Mentions of sexual themes and provided examples of asexual/romantic erasure. Hello, my wonderful readers! I am delighted to, once again, be providing you with insight on my spectacular asexual existence! The true question: is it really that spectacular? I’ll get back with you on that!  Once again, I thank each and every one of ...

Trigger Warning: Mentions of sexual themes. Hello, my darling readers! I am happy to be returning to all of you after a long few weeks and…a very delightful weekend! Having done much traveling and exhausting myself with a total of 16 hours on the road in the span of 4 days, I am content to ...

Hello, dear reader! Once again, I have returned to continue my saga of The Asexual Handbook. Throughout the weeks I’ve spent on this series, I have come to learn more about myself and my personal experiences with being an asexual member of society. In addition, the handbook has been eye-opening for my capabilities as a writer, ...

An individual’s lifestyle can sometimes hold great frustrations when involving the field of romance. No matter your inclination, romantic endeavors and all their expectations can be, well, rather complex. This fact holds true for all orientations, for defining exactly how one’s feelings shift into different degrees of affection might sometimes be quite the mystery (I mean, ...

Forming an identity is a lifetime effort. It entails the art of becoming and claiming something as one’s own, which is quite beautiful in contrast to the topics of conformity and (what I consider) the “hivemind” of society. An identity, regardless of what aspect that may classify for you, is used to develop a definition ...

Along with tens of thousands of other Activists across the country, I attended my local Women’s March on Saturday, January 20, 2018. Women, men, and children from all walks of life were there, donning their pink, “pussy” hats, while exercising their first amendment rights. They came using canes. They came riding in strollers. They came ...

Dear Mom Who Has It All Together, I see you. I see your well-behaved children. I envy  you. Or at least your trips to the grocery store. You haven’t even broke a sweat immediately upon entering the grocery store. Your kids are sitting still, patiently and lovingly waiting for the grocery trip to be over. ...