I was halfway through an excessively heated response to you when I took a shower and came back to realize that it was a stupid idea. So I wrote this instead.
I have a genetic inability to gain pleasure from tickling and experimentation with Martians. In fact, to me, blue Martians sting almost as much as green ones. I was told for most of my life that even if I didn’t like it that I was morally required to put up with a Martian because at least /they/ got pleasure out of the deal. Which meant that if it was going to hurt anyway I may as well make a green Martian happy, even if I hated every minute of it.
Then I read about some humans who, like me, simply don’t have the receptors for the blue Martians’ chemicals. The people who told me this was possible told me, by analogy, that I didn’t have to give a damn about any Martians if I didn’t want to. That I could just tell all of them that I had that genetic defect and that this was a completely valid reason to make Martians not tickle me, regardless of color. Most of them understand. The ones that don’t, I try to keep to only seeing in public.
Then there are the ones that try to convince me that I’m making my genetic defect up. Those people are not always green Martians—they may even be humans—but they’re the kind of people who, as far as I am concerned, did a pretty good job of convincing me that I should shut up and get with the program. I don’t want that for myself anymore. I can do better.
I carry scars from this experience, though they are not even close to the majority of my total scarring. I am prone to interpreting remarks that humans should give green Martians a chance as remarks that I need to get with the program, climb into the mothership with the first Martian that will take me, and lie back and think of England. Which is probably not what you intend or what you want.
(In case it wasn’t clear, the genetic defect I refer to is asexuality, specifically aromantic asexuality. There are also closely related conditions where people get pleasure from tentacle tickling but not from experimentation, and vice versa.)
I was halfway through an excessively heated response to you when I took a shower and came back to realize that it was a stupid idea. So I wrote this instead.
I have a genetic inability to gain pleasure from tickling and experimentation with Martians. In fact, to me, blue Martians sting almost as much as green ones. I was told for most of my life that even if I didn’t like it that I was morally required to put up with a Martian because at least /they/ got pleasure out of the deal. Which meant that if it was going to hurt anyway I may as well make a green Martian happy, even if I hated every minute of it.
Then I read about some humans who, like me, simply don’t have the receptors for the blue Martians’ chemicals. The people who told me this was possible told me, by analogy, that I didn’t have to give a damn about any Martians if I didn’t want to. That I could just tell all of them that I had that genetic defect and that this was a completely valid reason to make Martians not tickle me, regardless of color. Most of them understand. The ones that don’t, I try to keep to only seeing in public.
Then there are the ones that try to convince me that I’m making my genetic defect up. Those people are not always green Martians—they may even be humans—but they’re the kind of people who, as far as I am concerned, did a pretty good job of convincing me that I should shut up and get with the program. I don’t want that for myself anymore. I can do better.
I carry scars from this experience, though they are not even close to the majority of my total scarring. I am prone to interpreting remarks that humans should give green Martians a chance as remarks that I need to get with the program, climb into the mothership with the first Martian that will take me, and lie back and think of England. Which is probably not what you intend or what you want.
(In case it wasn’t clear, the genetic defect I refer to is asexuality, specifically aromantic asexuality. There are also closely related conditions where people get pleasure from tentacle tickling but not from experimentation, and vice versa.)