I hosted the September 2019 Carnival of Aces on the theme “Telling Our Stories“. Here are the submissions. Thank you to all who participated!
Para wrote about how ace representation makes them feel.
strangeperspectivesonstuff wrote Stories Untold about the stories they don’t see and the stories they want to see.
Perfect Number talks about how we need to see more than one story to know who we are.
EldenInger wrote about future stories he hopes to write.
Mark tells his story and mentions why stories are important.
Coyote brings you The Glossary and the Gristmill, about how we need to tell our stories, how our stories can be misused by the community, and how we need to be able to control who our audience is.
Siggy talks about telling your second (and third and fourth) story.
I wrote about being an Ambassador from Aceland and how that leads to self-censorship. And to be super-meta, I also wrote about why I chose this topic. And as a side-quest, I tried to make #sixwordacestories a thing on the Twitterer doo-hickey.
And thank you to all of you who tell your stories, whatever form they may take!
(If your entry didn’t show up here, that means I didn’t see it. Please drop me a message or a comment and I’ll include it! Also, if you’re running a few days past the end of the month, that’s completely fine. Just send me a note and I’ll add you. And if I’ve misrepresented/missummarized any of your submitted posts, please let me know and I’ll fix that up.)
The October Carnival of Aces is being hosted by Ace Week, on the theme of “Reaching In, Reaching Out“.
I’m sorry, I missed the entry date. But I’ve told my story on another page in your web site. I’ve always felt awkward &out of place. I knew I was different, so it was no surprise to me when my brother asked me if I was asexual. The only thing was, I didn’t really know what it meant. It’s not like I ever learned about it in sex ed class. It was a few years later when I read a magazine article about people who called themselves asexual. That was the term my brother used to describe me. After reading the article, I was sure I finally had the answer.
I came out soon after finding out about myself. I was too excited to keep it all in. After years of being confused, I finally knew why. That’s all I really wanted to know. I didn’t mind whatever the answer was, I just wanted to know why I was different.
I didn’t throw a big coming out party or anything. I just told my brother he was right all along. I stared awkwardly at a wreath hanging on the closet door, as I spoke to him about it. And I sent the magazine article to my mother. I have no idea if she still had it, but I should have kept it as my own memory.
It’s been 15 years. I sort of wish I had thrown a coming out party back then. I actually hadn’t thought about it. I didn’t even know I was coming out. But now, looking back, I think it’s funny that I was staring at a closet door as I came out to my brother. Too bad I don’t remember the exact date, but the wreath hanging on the door indicates that it was December.
Now for my birthday party this year, I’m going to celebrate as if I’m having a coming out party. And I’ll post on this web site again, in the cake section.