He closed his eyes, and was seated at a beach, right at the low tide mark. The water chilled the sand, and seeped into his shorts. With each inhale, the waves flowed in. With each exhale, they ebbed ever so slightly. Each inhale brought the water in higher and higher until he was completely surrounded, nearly overwhelmed by the ocean. The beach was far, out of sight and out of easy reach.
One time I saw a post accusing asexuals of forcing their sexuality into other people’s faces
and I feel like there should be a blog of aces doing that
Asexually doing laundry in public
Casually leaning against a wall in a non-sexual manner
So much asexuality right out there for everyone to see holy shit
Aces in yo’ faces