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Here’s a silly little metaphor for my aroace experience, as someone who grew up with romcoms and shipping and “romanticised” romance. Because I can’t express my emotions in a non-jokey way.
CW: kind of a vent so it’s a bit depressing
It’s like someone who really wants to eat meat, has to be vegan. Not by choice, but because they physically can’t eat meat. Let’s say they’re allergic or something.
Sure, there’s vegan substitutes for meat and milk etc, like facon (fake bacon) and vegan cheese. And sometimes, it tastes good, maybe even better than the real deal.
But they’ve heard of how great meat tastes, and to such details that they can imagine the exact sensation. Though they’ve never had a bite, they’ve always thought that one day, they’d be able to eat all the meat in the world.
Recently, it dawned on them that they can never take a bite. And they’re fine with that, they have to be. Eventually, they move on with their life. They try to avoid thinking of meat as much.
They see people eating meat, everywhere. And it’s much more noticeable, now that you know you’ll never be able to taste it. And you get more curious, and jealous. You want to ignore it, but people eating meat is all around you, it can’t be ignored.
And the way people describe the taste is so glorious that you can’t help but feel happy seeing other people enjoy their meat. You feel happy thinking about the unattainable. But at the end of the day, that only makes you feel more miserable and empty inside
I made this a while after pride month and finally decided to post it! Don’t mind me making my faves say aspec rights. I also decided to add plushies of the others because why not! 💜🤍🖤
If you can’t tell: Lion= Roman, Owl= Logan, disturbing looking frog= Patton, spider= Virgil, snake= ...Thomas and finally Octupus= Remus 💚🤍🖤