holy shit there is a name for it
Well damn. Explains a lot.
Suddenly I understand some of my fan base a LOT better. That is Awesome.
"holy shit there is a name for it" was my reaction before I even scrolled down to the comments.
I just need to keep reblogging this because I cannot even begin to tell you how profound a feeling of YES and THIS and THERE IS A WORD FOR ME OMG I get every time I see this, and I hope it helps others too.
seriously, anytime you see a post with a comment saying “theres a name for it?!” reblog that post because even if it doesnt apply to you any of your followers could be waiting for that revelation.
THERE IS A WORD
i don’t like calling myself asexual because i’m SUPER sexual - IN MY HEAD. like, i’ll talk all day about how i’d fuck the skin off of [hot person], but if [hot person] were to appear, i’d be like…eh. no thank you. how about a nice game of chess?
THERE IS A WORD FOR THAT FEEL.
Oh, I know I have it better than a lot of would-be comics buyers, and that’s what worries me. I’ve had it with the self-appointed gatekeepers in comics.
I don’t have a lot of experience with grief. I haven’t had any people close to me die except grandparents and in all those cases they were old and sick and it was more a relief that their pain was over than a feeling of loss. Up until now I didn’t know what it felt like to truly grieve.
A friend of mine died this past Saturday. Suddenly, and incredibly unexpectadly. I had only met her and gotten to know her over the past year and I was looking forward to seeing her again on the very night she passed away…
I feel robbed. She was my age, she was a delight, she was outspoken, generous, supportive, inclusive and warm. She had a 100 watt smile and you couldn’t help but be lit up by her…
She was a pillar in the Toronto Comics community and I dont hesitate to say she made any space better just by being in it.
I feel like someone has punched a hole in me and it will never be filled again because it was the space she made in my heart, in my life. I thought I had more time, to get to know her more, to get to be closer with her, to shre stories and laughs and wine, just to count her as my friend as the years passed by.
But mostly I feel selfish, because all I can think is how much this is affecting me when in reality all the people who knew her longer, who saw her on a daily basis, who had her touch their lives so much more than me, all her close friends and family and loved ones must be absolutely torn apart with grief. If the short time I had with her could affect me this much I can barely imagine what they must be going through. And still it keeps hitting me that I’ll never get to see that smile or hear that laugh again…
Debra Jane Shelly you were an amazing person and you left the world a better place in the short time we had you. Rest in peace and I will always be greatful to have called you my friend…
I only knew her online, but I’m going to miss her too…