No yesterdays on the road

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

“So how do you know that you’re asexual? Not being asexual myself, it’s hard for me to say for sure, but I think it’s probably analogous to how someone “knows” that they’re gay. Occasionally, less-than-open-minded individuals will say things like, “But how can you be certain that you wouldn’t like sex with a man?” or “Maybe it will change when you meet the right woman.” Which, Okay, sure, maybe. Maybe I’m really a cowboy, but I just don’t know it yet because I’ve never been on a horse. Still, I can be confident enough in my preferences to name them based on what they feel like to me (i.e. queer, non-cowboy). If you’re pretty sure you don’t want to have sex with anybody, you don’t have to wait until you’re looking back from your deathbed to say, “Yep, I never did bone anyone, guess I was asexual!” You can call yourself asexual if it feels right. If the day ever comes when it doesn’t feel right, maybe you’ll start calling yourself something else.”

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Lindsay Miller, Racist Girlfriends, Plush Closets, and Sufficient Queerness

So I’m just going to keep posting quotes from it. 

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