A little while ago, I wrote a post titled “Ace of Hearts.” It was about coming to terms with being on the asexual and aromantic spectrums. I was very shy; I didn’t say too much, and I certainly didn’t speak in absolutes. I was not-so-firmly on the spectrums, but not entirely, aroace. Now, though, I’m a lot more sure of myself, so I think it’s time for an updated aroace post. I’ve actually identified as at least somewhat aroace since I was about 17 or 18. Suck it, all the anonymous askers who insist I’m holding my girlfriend hostage. I had a stint of identifying as strictly aroace at about 19, but hated myself quite a lot over it, and forced myself into relationships to “prove to myself” I wasn’t really aroace. It worked for a while, and I trudged through the world of relationships somewhat happily, somewhat less-so. Something just didn’t quite click for me like it seemed to for others. When I got into my current relationship, I was identifying as aroace-flux, so fluctuating along...