Despite the aromanticism of it all, these days this just makes me ordinary, I think. Often, I am met with a chilling uncertainty in my life. And all of those things (visibility, history, representation) are still things we have to build for ourselves, and ARE building for ourselves, step by step.īut I am four years older and four years wiser and two years fist-deep in "graduating into a pandemic" early-twenties life and I also know this to be true: For all that aro adulthood is often weird and difficult, it is also deeply, deeply freeing. Yes, our representation in media and in the public eye still leaves very much to be desired.
Yes, we are still relatively invisible and don't have much documentation on our history (after all, it's not as though a generation has passed). Yes, the aro community is still relatively small and fledgling compared to other queer communities. Many truths from 2018 remain truths in 2022. I was a whole baby in my freshman year of college, and in some ways I am still a whole baby which is going to make this next post seem really disingenuous and retroactively funny in four more years, but things are a lot different now and I want people who see that post of mine to know that hey!! It isn't all bad and scary and confusing forever!!! And ironically I've been making much more deeply personal posts lately, so I thought I might as well. This post of mine is suddenly blowing up for whatever reason, and I had honestly forgotten I wrote it waaay back in February 2018.