First: Introduce yourself

[capri0mni]

Name: Ann

Age: mid-50s

Pronouns: She/her/hers, They/them/theirs

Identities: Cis woman, White, congenitally physically disabled, Asexual/demisexual, aromantic, Pan-Platonic, Queer

Other accounts:aegipan-omnicorn, capriuni (my YouTube channel is mostly empty of videos, but I leave comments on others' videos occasionally)

My interests: (specifically regarding the focus of this community) Disability Rights and representation, and how ableism and disableism feed into other bigotries, especially sexual and gender expression. (more general interests: writing (poetry and original fiction in the "fairy tale" genre), laymen-level science and environmentalism, following pop culture through fandom discussions for movies and shows I will probably never watch (does this make me a meta-fan, or a para-fan?), leftist politics and philosophy, doodling/casual art

Comments

[soc_puppet]

W00t, older queers represent!

[capri0mni]

And yet, I feel like a Baby-Ace. because I didn't learn there was such a thing until three years ago.

"Queer studies" didn't even exist as a college curriculum until after I'd left grad school (I went for a MFA in Creative Writing, but failed to get the official paperwork, for reasons). If it had existed when I was a senior in high school, I probably would have signed up to at least one class, just for fun, and realized so much earlier that I was some form of "not straight," and wouldn't have wasted so much time trying to find life partners in all the wrong places in all the wrong ways.

(and yet, back even when I assumed I was vanilla het, by default, a majority of my social circle belonged somewhere in the QUILTBAG alphabet soup ... Gee.. I wonder why... ;-P)

[soc_puppet]

LOL, we do tend to gravitate together, don't we? ;)

[capri0mni]

Indeed.

I find it particularly impressive how we congregate even when each of us are either A) still in the closet, or B) Don't even realize there is a closet (as in my case, not even knowing asexuality/aromanticism was a "thing" until I was in my 50s).

I mean, it's not like fans of Star Trek finding each other because they carry an Enterprise lunch box to work, every day.... Although (thankfully) it may be getting more like that, these days.