(click for full view) This is super late but I don’t care, I am absolutely over the moon with happiness with the confirmation of Jughead Jones’ asexuality, I’m going to go on a huge corny ramble below the cut because holy Christ Almighty does this mean a lot to me…

Okay so first off I’m aroace. That’s the first time I’ve said that for the two+ years that this blog has been running, so uh… I’m out now? Whew, it’s nice to finally say that… (but please, PLEASE do not spread this around)

Anyways, as a kid I knew from a very young age that I wasn’t straight. There was this weird disconnect that I felt between me and all of my classmates, as they were developing romantic feelings and later on sexual thoughts I could never even begin to understand why.

I felt alienated, I slowly started to feel more and more alone as I grew up in this heteronormative, sex-obsessed society. I thought that I was a late bloomer, or that something must be wrong with me. I thought for a while that I was a lesbian since I couldn’t like boys (and so did the majority of my homophobic classmates…). But none of these thing felt right, and with the complete lack of ace awareness/representation back then there was nothing I could do to try and resolve this overwhelming confusion about my sexuality.

Then came along Archie Comics. During these grade school days I also happened to be in love with comics books, with Archie being one of my favourites. My grandpa gave me boxes full of them and I remember staying up way later than I should have, reading as many of these comic books as I could – I doubt I’d be here today, making all of these stupid comics strips for the internet without this influence.

There was one thing that stuck out to me more than anything else from reading these books over and over again, and that was Jughead Jones.

He wasn’t exactly like all of his friends. While Archie, and Betty, and Veronica, and Reggie were all running around trying to date this person or ask out that person or thought ‘Wow, that person’s hot!’ Jughead was perfectly content with just hanging out at Pop’s with a burger or two or ten.

I finally found someone that was like me. And yes, he wasn’t exactly real but I didn’t care, because he was accepted by his friends and family; none of them mocked him for his lack of attraction, or excluded him, or attacked him. It gave me hope that I wasn’t entirely alone, that I wasn’t deranged, and maybe I could live a happy, sociable life out in the open (plus or minus a few burgers of course).

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Fast forward to 2016 and I find an article that says Jughead has come out as asexual, I was absolutely floored. I had gone for so long seeing absolutely zero ace representation, and now there’s such a positive mainstream example that is finally pushing against the whole psychotic/robotic/inhuman stereotype that has been clouding ace people over the years. This is the first time in so long that I can actually be proud of this part of me.

So yes, it might not seem like much to other people, but to me this announcement really means the world. I doubt they’ll read this, but I really have to thank everyone who went behind the decision to confirm Jughead as ace, you’re gonna save some scared ace kid from a lot of trouble now.

(I know I never talk about personal stuff ever on this blog, but I’m sorry, I just had to spill my guts out on this one, I’ve been waiting on this for probably ten years now)