We are expected to accept their apologies with grace and forgiveness, as if the damage can be swept away with the benevolence of our queer absolution.
I didn't want to be asexual. I didn't realise that I didn't have to relinquish my beloved bisexual identity in order to make some space for this little bit of ace.
I often hold my queerness hand in hand with my autism. They are what make me beautiful and unique. They are also what paints a target on my head.