me not wanting to have kids
me not feeling attraction
me not understanding what all the fuss is about
me failing to express myself
why do I have to reproduce?
why do I need to fall in love?
why do I want to exchange bodily fluids?
me failing to understand expectations
me finding words
me finding support
me finding resources
me finally able to talk
me knowing I don't need to do anything
me knowing there are others like me
me knowing that I can contribute
me feeling proud to be asexual
sometimes
I feel lost
and lonely
like I'm all alone
out there
sometimes
I feel the joy
of the whole world
resonating
within me
sometimes
I feel the burden
of being me
among
others
sometimes
I don't care
what others
think or say
about me
sometimes
I feel to much
and I do care
what others
do and say
to me
sometimes
the world is
a cruel place
to live in
sometimes
I want peace
and quiet
without
fighting
sometimes
I want
belonging
without
outing
sometimes
I wish
sometimes
could be
every time
sometimes
maybe
all of us
could be
a little bit
more inclusive
for all of us
.. .. _@_°
This is a snail.
.. .. (° °) .. _@_°
Now the snail has slimed so much it produced a slime.
But slimes are creatures like you and me ... and like snails. They come in different varieties.
| (° °) round slime | (^ ^) happy slime | (- -) sleeping slime |
| [° °] box slime | /` ´\ angry slime | {~ ~} sick slime |
| I° °I column slime | |” “| frightened slime | <= => watchful slime |
Wikipedia: Slime (monster)
in cooperation with a rhyming snail
Si'ar Siyu's Webplace 