Asexuality Acceptance Bitch part 2- or, finally getting around to that title

All right, then, it's time that I got around to finally drawing the title to my rather large bitch (sssh, it's my blog and I shall do what I like). Now that I've fixed the issue of safe-ish and secure Internet that I can blog from (blog in your pocket! I'm waiting for a robot manservant now, hehe) I even have some meta/bitches/posts queued up, which is a massive luxury.

As I have said before, I'm currently having trouble with a second wave of ignorance. It's been over a year since I came out to basically the entire school, and I foolishly thought that, what with the unexpected allies and my conversations, I was all okay. Although I'd been told that people would forget, would stop the ether hurtful gossip, I didn't think that it would be quite so... Cold-shouldered.

I also, foolishly, thought that I had for the most part escape the ruder responses, but apparently I haven't - apart from the various unsavoury comparisons to all sorts of things, it's almost as if people have been affronted by my other-ness and retaliated the only way they know how, by determinedly ignoring me when I despair of being told to find a nice man, or just outright using a thinly veiled metaphor to tell me I'm fucked up; passive aggressive aggression at its British best.

There, that ties the title in nicely to my whole whiny mess, doesn't it?


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone, because my Internet isn't safe anymore. Please excuse typos, but feel free to point them out for correction.