My little aromantic valentines

I’m dating myself tonight, lol.

I’m re-creating old faves from a shitty past relationship: rum, cola, churros, nasi goreng. I’m sat in a local cafe-bar.

I’m in love with study. With the individual members of my inner world (plurality is an odd phenomenon, and no I will never be naming any of those parts of self openly). My family, my future pets, my future adopted kiddos – I have so much love to give those little ones, honestly.

I’m full of love for Cardiff, the first time I ever felt “at home”, but sensible enough to remain where I am right now – because having a place to live is a reason to love life.

I’m not in love with every aspect of everything, and never will be. But reasons to live are reason enough!

It’s interesting being aromantic on Valentine’s day. It’s a “holiday” I never saw the point of: socially prescribed romance day ughhhhh. I’ve never celebrated it with a partner, never ever wanted to. It’s actually quite nice sitting here typing away on a “break the norms” valentines self-date.

Here’s to queer platonic relationships, and one dedicated nesting partner – all to be found yet. Here’s to kitties, and dogs, and homes, and work, and PDA and NAUGHTINESS! Here’s to the disobedience that PDAers live and breathe – I exhort you: disobey (the rules, the guidance, the social norms!)