When friendship overrides romance!
(Source: sarmz)
One of my favourite platonic bromances.
(Source: betheoneandonlyyou)
We haven’t had any yet!
Come on, QP-ers! Where are your submissions? It’s easy to slap on a bit of text onto the template and pop it into our inbox!
Go go go!
The platypi command you!
Within the course of twenty four hours I have acquired two platonic life partners officially, both male friends that I have had an emotional connection with for a very long time. I have considered them to be as such for quite some time but never made it concrete. One of them asked me to be his platonic life partner in front of his current girlfriend and I was so stunned and flattered that it gave me the inspiration and courage to not only agree and confess that I was going to ask the same, but to ask my other close friend the same question only to have him agree as well. I have been meaning to ask them both this and never quite knew how to approach the subject- it would not have been hard as they are both intelligent and understanding of me, and while one flaunts his arrogant intellect more than the other, they both play very important roles in my life and I am honored and lucky to have this happen.
I often read of the struggles that fellow asexuals have; my advice is to cultivate friendships that mean something to you now so that they may blossom beautifully in time. Never expect anything, for disappointment breeds contempt and disdain, but focus instead on your own goals and what makes you happy; it will help, and you will be humbled when the very people you care about come through for you when you need it the most. Not only will your bond strengthen, but it will mean that much more to the both of you when it does. Share, not often, but when necessary. There is always tomorrow, and solitude is always precious. Most of my time is spent alone, so when spent with others it tastes that much sweeter. Words spoken well are received well. Last, but not least, accept who they are and do not try to change them- that will happen without say as you both will have an unspoken impact upon one another that will inspire and push you both to grow and move forward in your lives and experience it side by side, together.
From 1:28, the song “Best of Friends” from the Fox and the Hound.
Last night, In Plain Sight confirmed that Mary and Marshall were QPP. I was ecstatic. No, the words were not used. But Marshall told Mary that he loved her and she was his best friend. Mary said the same - though not in so many words- and the episode went on.
It was really nice. Marshall needed to make it clear since he was marrying someone, he could not be there for her all the time as he had before. He had previously called Mary his “Work Wife” and their whole vibe was a “more then best friends” deal.
When I saw the teaser, I was worried that they would end up falling for eachother since that’s what people in those shows do. But they didn’t. Marshall is getting married, Mary is looking for her own guy, and this relationship is still very important for both of them.
thingsaboutqueerplatonicfriends:
(submitted by stellarer)
So…
I’d really like a million dollars.
I want someone to snuggle with, go on dates with, hold hands with, be my roommate, help raise my children, cook with, talk about stuff with, kiss (pecks of course), someone to call my “partner”.. I want to do all the things couples do, but with my friends.
Is that romance or what?
I don’t see those things as being romantic but other people do. I kiss my parents all the time, friends hold hands, going out isn’t abnormal, and snuggling feels good.
When I think about being someone’s BFF it makes me happy. But thinking about me being in a romantic relationship.. That’s just gross. The thought of feeling romantic feelings for someone doesn’t interest me at all. I don’t want anything but friendship.
I can’t talk to people about this because the answer will always be the same: “You want a relationship” or “Stop being immature”.
…
How do you even find someone to be queerplatonic with?
So, no surprise here, but I’m writing my final research report on the emotional and sexual dependence of Picasso.
Shocking, I know. Because I don’t write enough about sex or Picasso, so I’ll just mash them together.
ANYWAY, I found this awesome, giant black book in the library entitled, Sexuality and Homosexuality by Arno Karlen. Obviously I checked it out because it has nothing to do with my topic. And that’s seemingly how I spend my library time: looking at things that don’t pertain to what I need to research.
So I instantly book-it (lol, get it?) the index to look for “asexuality.” I found nothing. (Not surprising, this books is from 1971.) However, a quick look over to “platonic love” proved fruitful. I already knew about platonic love in Ancient Greece, so I looked at the general “platonic love of men” section. Allo and behold, I learned about the platonic love sonnets of William Shakespeare.
The greatest evidence for the theory of [Shakespeare’s homosexuality is] the sonnets written to a man whose initials were W. H. In shakespeare’s time, as we have seen, such poems were common all over Europe. Ben Jonson—who has never been called homosexual—signed a letter to a male friend “your true lover” and dedicated his eulogy to Shakespeare “To the memory of my Beloved.” Shakespeare himself describes his dead friends as “my lovers gone.”
I love this. I thrive when I read this sort of thing, people embracing platonic love not as homosexuality, but as a different kinda of love, a passionate platonic friendship.
Sadly, the acceptance of calling your same-gendered queerplatonic friend “your true lover” has decreased—people simply don’t accept it anymore. To most, if you are “lovers” with someone of the same gender, you are homosexual.
Well, hey now, that is completely wrong.
Homosexuality implies sexual attraction. If you’re in a queerplatonic relationship, there may be love, just not sexual love. While the whole thing may vary, the idea of saying “love between same-gendered people is gay” is simply wrong.
While there is very little I want to take from the Shakespearian era (maybe their clothing), the rebirth and acceptance of the “platonic lover” is something I strive for.
I want to write love sonnets to my imaginary platonic lover.
I mean, I can’t write poetry for the love of me, BUT I STILL WANT TO DO IT.
Just because I can.
PREPARE, THE LOVE SONNETS ARE COMING.
