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I'm not sure if I wrote this "correctly", for lack of better term.
I want advice on how to write asexuality, so if you could help me, that would be nice.
Here's what I got down thus far:
They were at Allison's house, for some reason. Today was pride week, and the pride parade was going to happen. Everyone was in Allison's kitchen
"I'm ready for the pride parade!" Said Allison, holding her bisexual flag. "You got your flag, Azzie?"
"Sure do!' Azrael said, holding up her lesbian flag.
"Hey, Vozreal, wanna come to Pride with us?" Allison asked.
"Heh, no thanks. Pride's not my vice, dear. Besides, I don't have a flag…" Vozreal said, sounding like a rather relaxing 1930s radio. He was swishing some wine around in a wine glass.
"That's okay! You can come-" Azrael coughed, as in to say shut up, Allison, "with us as our straight ally!" A loud static noise filled the air as Vozreal broke the wineglass. Azrael grabbed Allison and went to the closet.
"Why are we in the closet?" Allison asked, confused
"We're not, Vozreal is." Azrael said. Allison gasped.
"Not like that. He's asexual. But he doesn't think he's allowed to use that term. He's had millenia of people telling him it's a disease, that it can be cured, the intermixing of sex and romance, corrective rape, aphobia… You tell me if you're wanting to come out after all that…"
"But it's not a disease!!"
"You tell him that!"
"I will!" Allison grabbed out a asexual flag and went off.
"I didn't mean-" Azrael followed
They came out of the closet.
"Hey, Talk Show!" Allison said.
"Hm?" Vozreal said
"You're fucking valid!!" Vozreal was taken back.
"W-what?" He said, confused
"You. Are. Valid!" She handed him an asexual flag.
"What is this?" He asked, confused.
"It's the asexual flag, asshole!"
"Thanks-" He began to take it, but Allison took it away.
"Let's make a deal." She said, confidently, sticking her and
"Cruel, but fair. What's the condition?"
"You don't give another fuck about what people say!"
He thought about it.
"Deal." He made a yellow light appear as he shook her hand. He turned the handshake into a hug, which he almost never did.
"Thanks." He shed a tear.
"Are you crying?" Allison asked
"No… there's just a dumb angel in my eye."
And so they went, proud of who they were.