Well, let’s yak about somethin’ called asexual characters, whatever that means. I ain’t no scholar, but I’ll tell ya what I reckon.
So, what’s this asexual thing all about? From what I gather, it’s about folks who don’t feel the hots for other folks, ya know, like in that way. They ain’t lookin’ to get jiggy with nobody. It’s like they got no itch to scratch down there, if ya catch my drift. They call ’em “Aces” for short, like them playing cards.
Now, they say it’s normal to have a thing for them picture show actors, even if you’re an Ace. Some of ’em, they might even think about doin’ the deed, but they ain’t never gonna do it in real life. It’s all in their head, like dreamin’ ’bout a big ol’ chicken dinner but never actually cookin’ one.
- Aces want lovey-dovey stuff, just not the bed stuff. They wanna cuddle and hold hands, maybe even get hitched, but they ain’t interested in the rollin’ around part. It’s like wantin’ the cake but not the bakin’.
- Some folks ain’t never heard of this. Can ya believe it? They go through life not knowin’ there’s people who ain’t interested in that kinda thing. It’s like livin’ in a barn and never seein’ a cow.
Now, why is it important to have these Ace characters in the picture shows and stories? Well, it’s like this, if ya don’t see it, ya don’t know it exists. It’s like them city slickers who ain’t never seen a real chicken lay an egg. They need to see it to understand it.
Representation, they call it. It means showin’ all kinds of folks in the stories we tell. Fat ones, skinny ones, tall ones, short ones, and yes, even them Aces. If ya don’t see yourself in the stories, ya start thinkin’ somethin’s wrong with ya, like a crooked fence post that just don’t fit in.
Think about it. If all ya ever see on that TV box is folks gettin’ all hot and bothered, you might start thinkin’ that’s the only way to be. But if ya see some folks who are happy just holdin’ hands and lovin’ each other without all that fuss, well, then ya know it’s okay to be that way too. It’s like seein’ a hen layin’ a brown egg instead of a white one – still an egg, just a different color.
There ain’t many Ace characters out there, though. It’s a shame, really. Like lookin’ for a needle in a haystack. They say there was this fella named Isaac in a show this year, always readin’ a book and wearin’ one of them sweater vests. He’s one of them Aces, they say. Good for him, I say. Someone’s gotta stand up and be counted, like a prize-winning rooster at the county fair.
There were a few others before him, too. Pioneers, I guess you could call ’em. They paved the way, like them folks who first crossed the prairie in them covered wagons. They showed folks it’s alright to be different, that there’s more to life than just chasin’ after skirts or trousers, whichever way you swing.
It’s important for them Ace folks to see themselves in stories, ya know? It makes ’em feel like they belong, like they ain’t some kinda freak show oddity. It’s like findin’ your own flock of chickens after wanderin’ around the farmyard all alone. It helps everyone learn somethin’, too. It shows the world that there’s more than one way to love and be loved. It’s like learnin’ that there’s more than one way to skin a cat, not that I’d ever do such a thing, mind you.
So, next time you’re watchin’ your picture shows or readin’ your stories, keep an eye out for them Ace characters. They’re out there, even if they’re a bit hard to find. And remember, it’s okay to be different. It’s what makes the world an interestin’ place, like a garden with all sorts of flowers bloomin’. Just like them Aces, they’re bloomin’ in their own way, and that’s just fine.
It’s all about bein’ who ya are, plain and simple. And ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. Just like a good ol’ apple pie, it don’t matter if it’s made with Granny Smiths or Honeycrisps, it’s still an apple pie and it’s still gonna be good.
