Buon lunedì, prodi seguaci!❄️
Siete sepolt* dalla neve? Qui ha nevicato, ma non si è attaccata granché (infatti, oggi è quasi tutta sciolta): in compenso fa un freddo cane…⛄️Insomma si starebbe benissimo tutto il giorno sotto le coperte al calduccio a leggere…📖
E mi farebbe bene, visto che questo mese, tra raffreddori, mal di testa, influenza e chi più ne ha più ne metta ho letto pochissimo… sto ancora a metà di Let’s talk about love di Claire Kann per la 2018 RHC, quindi eccovene una citazione!💜
«But you know!» she said. «You get it. I’m not trying to trivialize anyone else and what they have to do, but if I go to my parents and say I’m a lesbian, they would know what I meant. If I went to my siblings and said I’m bisexual, they would know what I meant. If I tell anyone I’m asexual, they’re going to look at me like there’s something wrong. They’re going to tell me to go to a doctor. They’re going to tell me I’m too young to know what I want or I’m still developing. Or they’ll tell me how important sex is to finding a good man. Or they’ll think they can fix me, that I’m lying because I don’t want to sleep with them. It’s hard enough trying to explain that word, so how in the hell am I going to explain I’m biromantic asexual? They’re really going to think I’m making this shit up.»
«You’re worried whomever you choose to tell won’t believe you. That’s important to you?»
«Of course it is. How would you feel if you exposed your identity and the world pointed, laughed, and called you a liar to your face? Would you ever want to do that again? How am I supposed to have any kind of romantic relationship with someone if I feel like I can’t tell them the truth?
«My girlfriend broke up with me because she thought that since I didn’t desire her, I wouldn’t be able to love her, which is not true at all. I am very loving. I cry at the end of romcoms. My favorite movie is Splash. I want someone to give me flowers and take me on dates. I want to fall in love and wear a giant princess dress at my wedding. I want to have a happy ending, too, and all that other magical stuff. I want what books and TV and the world has promised me. It’s not fair that I should have to want sex to have it.»
Dr. Burris passed her a tissue box. «It would seem we’ve gotten to the root of the stuff.»
«Well, I like to take the scenic route.» Alice sniffled, wiping her eyes. «It’s cuter.»
«Not to mention far more informative. Have you come out to anyone, either before or after your discovery?»
«My best friends know. That’s it.»
«I’m afraid I don’t have the kind of answer you’re looking for.» He folded his hands, placing them in his lap. Calm. Serene. «This isn’t something where I can tell you to go read a book and it will methodically list the steps of how to come out. It is a personal and individualized experience. My advice to you is to be prepared to educate. It may feel unfair that the onus of that responsibility will fall on you, but when most people think the A stands for Ally, you will have to speak louder, with bravery and dignity, to be heard. You will have to be willing to inform and to educate. And you will have to know when it is time to remove yourself from situations and disconnect from those who either do not understand or are unwilling to. You have to do what is right for you.»
Alice had her whole summer planned. Non-stop all-you-can-eat buffets while marathoning her favorite TV shows (best friends totally included) with the smallest dash of adulting–working at the library to pay her share of the rent. The only thing missing from her perfect plan? Her girlfriend (who ended things when Alice confessed she’s asexual). Alice is done with dating–no thank you, do not pass go, stick a fork in her, done.
But then Alice meets Takumi and she can’t stop thinking about him or the rom com-grade romance feels she did not ask for (uncertainty, butterflies, and swoons, oh my!).
When her blissful summer takes an unexpected turn, and Takumi becomes her knight with a shiny library employee badge (close enough), Alice has to decide if she’s willing to risk their friendship for a love that might not be reciprocated—or understood.