many if not most of us are living a double life and I feel like I should address that. too many of us can only express ourselves online for fear of bullying, rejection, and abuse from those who know us in "real life." this can be a lonely life and I just want to say - my blog is a safe space.
I think Every alterhuman at least once has walked by their reflection and was like "oh yeah, I forgot I look like this, instead of... What I'm supposed to be"
If I could communicate to people using only beeps and TV static I would. I hate verbal communication
No matter how hard we try to act like the humans around us we always seem to fall short. It’s like there is something we are missing but we don’t know what.
Even the people that call us our friends seem to act differently around us than everybody else. It’s like they can tell that we are not like them.
I’m proud of being gendervoid and I’ve grown to reclaim the non-humanity. But damn if there aren’t some days that I wish we could just be human like everyone else.
In the otherkin community, there’s much talk of… things we cannot do anymore. Things not being right. But often, it’s centered around ability or self-image. I rarely see talk of the more personal side.
It’s very bizarre to yearn for someone to touch a part of your body that doesn’t exist anymore. I think about it a lot. Human intimacy is a bizarre set of rituals I don’t understand. Many humans wish for closeness, but my way of being close doesn’t always mirror “normal” human closeness. I want someone to preen my wings. I think it would be nice.
It's tiring pretending to be something I'm not, like a human.
This. Our days are not only sadness and pain. There are times when the world will be painted in beautiful colors and the space around will feel like home.
When that happens make sure to live in it, feel it, remember it. Life is not all bad, and if it is right now it won’t always be that way.
Things do get better. It will be okay
in this little human life i've found myself in, it's so very easy to become jaded - but tonight's sunset is pale gold. streaks of light are pouring forth through the puffy white clouds. the leaves are curled as the trees cry for rain, revealing their silvery undersides.
it's easy to get bored and think of places with pink skies and streets of molten metal. easy to feel the pain between your shoulders and remember the lazy days you had wings and could fly forever - but it's okay, so be still. it's okay.
I seek to understand this concept further and create a small study, so I am advertising this survey. If you are a therian, it would help me a lot if you took it. Thank you!
Anyways, support people with low/no empathy, sympathy, and/or compassion.
Those things are not required to be a good person, and nobody should feel like those things are a requirement in life.
the universe is darkness. and I don't say this in an attempt to be edgy; I mean it in the literal manner. the deepest parts of our oceans have exactly zero light, and make up over half of our planet's surface.
it's light that is abnormal here.
it's okay to be more comfortable where it's natural. it's good. the darkness is ours.
bathe in it and know you are home.
i still can't stop thinking about non-it/its users responses to this post. how an awful lot of people think it's fine to refuse someone else's pronouns because of their own discomfort.
let me tell you a story.
i have been dehumanized almost my entire life. a combination of my race, disabilities, and the mental illnesses that i developed very early in my life meant i was treated like a monster. i started coming out as gay too early for my peers' comfort and that only added to that treatment. my dehumanization is enshrined in christianity. i took on the label of monster on purpose because i stopped relating to humanity. why should i want to be a part of a group who did nothing but hurt me and exclude me in the first place?
i don't need to be protected from my own goddamn pronouns. i don't need to hear about the historical dehumanization of queer people and people of color and disabled people because, like a massive majority of the people using it/its, i fucking know. i have for literal decades.
you know what hurts? telling me i don't know what's best for myself, that your discomfort with my life is more important than treating me like someone who can make its own fucking decisions, and misgendering me because you can't handle being reminded of the things that literally continue to happen to me. i'm not a poor unthinking baby that needs to be saved, and neither are the other it/its users.
if you have feelings about it/its, you can process them on your own time, like every other person uncomfortable with a pronoun set.
and for the love of everything unholy just call me by my fucking pronouns.