This piece represents a part of my journey in coming out as asexual...
‘But do you know?’ ‘Are you certain?’ ‘You’ll figure it out eventually’.
This photography came to my mind during one of my ceramics classes.
Two years later, the comfort I was searching for has revealed itself.
Don’t only love your aro/ace/agender-ness, but the unknown capabilities of what they will become.
I’m reminded of how cruel Cupid was to both of us.
comparing myself to other gays
This piece plays with the idea of brokenness and needing "fixing," two themes that (unfortunately) show up in both disabled and aroace experiences and perceptions.
Realizing that I don't feel any sort of attraction towards people was a tough pill to swallow, I spent a long time thinking that I was some heartless robot and part of me still believes that.
