There’s people who think aromanticism isn’t real but my brother in christ i’m not even sure if romance is real but you don’t see me bugging people about it
i feel like disability advocacy and homeless advocacy go hand in hand. like overlap aside, if you can’t be normal about homeless people then you probably can’t be normal about disabled people either
i know there’s an overlap in these demographics btw but like. both groups:
- difficulty getting healthcare (if not denied all together)
- treated like shit when visibly disabled/homeless
- may have the police called on them for being in public
- ignored + not looked at + not talked to. as if ppl are afraid to acknowledge these ppl as ppl.
- difficulty accessing public spaces for various reasons
- treated like they have no value to society as living breathing people
- often thought of as inherently drug seeking
etc etc. and being disabled can make you homeless and being homeless can make you disabled and society is a pit for people who are considered to be at the bottom of it
sometimes being aromantic is like. i cant imagine myself sharing my life intimately with anyone the way i am supposed to. but i think of you and i wonder if i can find my own way to do it. would you be okay with living in one of the atriums of my heart?
because the truth is. i do want to be held and i do want to be loved. and i want to hold and love too. find me someone who will understand this and choose to be with me anyways. let me pour myself into them.
i just love that when barbie is truly observing humanity for the first time, she doesn’t see all these extraordinary ordeals. she’s just sitting on a bench on a random sunny day and she sees children playing and couples fighting and normal people enjoying each other’s company and a sad man having a moment and an old lady waiting for the bus. and it’s all so ordinary. and it’s complicated and sometimes terrible but also bright and beautiful and oh so human. and it’s so worth it. all of it.
