#otherkin led

[cautious-callum]

Advertising my POT server

Run by a silly raptor thing!

This is about a 10~ active members server to play path of titans with! We play as raptors and community voted to be named The Pack TM

We play on officials and community servers

We do not tolerate griefing or exploits/ cheating

We are not sore losers :> (can't say the same about some of our victims though)

We swap between various activities and it seems like usually theres someone online at this point (which is neat!)

If this sounds like something for you you can join here:

[causticfanatic]

I’m shifting and rotting and watching and tearing, rending face from face a cacophony of identity and cruelty and eternity. I’m a monster and I’m not real. I am less than human, worse. I exist to hurt and to feed from pain and I have never felt bad about that fact. I am a leach never providing any use, any value and I am a beast hurting, breaking, scaring. i am the monster under the bed, the thing in the shadows, the tapping on the window, the creak in the attic. I am lies and rot and cruelty.

[antlerkitty]

Hi me too!

Tell-tails:

Thought I was a cat

Did rituals to try and be a “real cat”

Huge obsession always with the cosmos and even though I’m terrified of them, I feel like I belong up in the sky

Huge sense of guardianship over nature and the cosmos

Always imagined myself with facial markings, would make facial markings out of eyeliner when I was 10 or so

Feeling like a cat, but not an earthly cat… more like the mother of all cats, cat protector, but at the same time a cat, but at the same time a goddess

Always feeling like an ancient being

My suspected kintype always changing at first, but it was always things I viewed as godly (oh wow realization here)

Wanting to be respected and treated as an ancient sacred animal god specifically (also god in the eastern sense, I do not identify with the western view of gods and do not/have never wanted to be treated as such)

Pretending to be (you guessed it) an elusive protector god

Literally saw myself as a god in the eastern sense before I knew of anything other than western gods (age 4-5 maybe)

My kintype is a shapeshifting cosmic animal goddess (my profile pic is the cat form). Unsure if I have another theriotype or another kintype or if they’re all in one.

Guys we should start calling 'signs you were alterhuman before you knew you were one' tell-tails. Get it? Like tell-tales but tails?? Because alterhuman? Tell-tail sign I was a cat: i used to pray to every god i knew about (in my head, not out loud tho) to turn me into a cat. on a nightly basis -- plot twist I'M AN ATHEIST

Also feel free to talk about your tell-tails in rbs or comments im quite curious

[hermaphrodog]

It's really sad how my biggest exposure to the otherkin community was cringe compilations. I never really saw the beings being made fun of as 'cringe' but rather super cool, and I felt seen and not alone by learning that there is a whole community like me. I saw Naia (the 'on all levels except physical, I am a wolf' girl) and saw myself. Where everyone seemed to poke fun at such a concept, it actually led to a path of self-discovery for me. At least there's that.

[forests-creatures]

I feel like warrior cats was an awakening for a lot of therians/otherkin- or at least led towards it

[indornaga]

Hey, Lets Talk About Therian Gatekeeping.

If you've ever seen my work, you know that I'm a very inclusionist therian. People & creatures who have read my work or been to one of my presentations of Therian: Dispelling the Earthen Animal Myth have been very receptive of the information and have passed it on to others in the community that havent been so fortunate as to have experienced and learned along side me. There's still a lot of work to be done in this venture, and every person & creature who shares it is a crucial part of history.

So why does the "therian = earthen animal" belief exist and persist? My favorite theory is that there's a pervasive need to be seen as legitimate. Fictional and mythical animals arent seen as real, in their therian-worldview. Not real enough for exclusionists, and that theory is constantly reinforced by exclusionists who insist that inclusionists are the ones trying to rewrite the term's history.

Let me show you what I mean.

Here's a link to where I got this screenshot. Please note the date in the upper right hand corner of the screenshot. For context, this is from a thread on the community's originating website, Alt.Horror.WereWolves. This is the thread that originates our current usage of Therian/thrope/y. (The censored info is the members' real names. You can see them uncensored at the link, unfortunately. I've censored them here for privacy.)

As I see it, therianthropy applies to *any* human/animal form, regardless of history, powers, or other attributes.

The original defining discussion thread of therianthropy includes "any human/animal form". Gatekeepers are the ones in the wrong here.

There's an argument amongst exclusionists, "if therianthropy can extend to include non-earthen animals, what's the point of therianthropy as a concept?" For those who arent aware, although therianthropy and otherkinity significantly overlap in their experiences and the way those experiences are described, the two communities developed separately, with overlap in experience and terms used, depending on which of the two a member found first. It's so deeply ingrained in these exclusionists that therians can only be real animals, that they choose a narrow inclusion or non-existence.

On top of this, it's incredibly disturbing that these people & creatures are encouraging revisionist history by completely denying original, first hand sources that tell them they're wrong. They delete messages that inclusionists reply with, giving them these primary sources. So I'm here showing you the truth.

If you've been led to believe, threatened even, that you're "not a real therian" if you believe therians can be non-earthen animals, then I'm here holding your paw, telling you that your inclusion in a term/experience doesnt hinge on how well you uphold the standards of a few.

If you would like more reading about this, I have a whole essay, linked at the beginning of the post, with dozens of citations to primary sources about this issue. If you agree that "therian = earthen animal only", I challenge you to read the essay. Read and really analyze the sources linked there. Engage with your history in it's purest form, not from others telling you things. Learning and expanding your worldview is the most powerful way to grow as a person.

[scrubbinn]

Mimic Memoirs: Trip to the zoo

HRT month 17

Two weeks after meeting Aria the Lamia

Attempting to deliver a plush toy as promised

The late noon sun rolled high above the sky. Mid spring days of hyper city carry a lot of rain. It wasn't a big deal for a mimic. But Mayday wasn't fully a mimic yet, and slimes hated rain. Too much water leaves slimes diluted and in danger of melting completely. Thankfully umbrellas do the job just fine. Still it set the tone of today as dangerous.

A drop of water finds its way onto the slime mimic's ankle with her whole body going into a shiver. It's normal for slimes to start vibrating in response to danger. It's a way to alert others that one is at great risk.

“It's just the rain, it's just the rain, it's just the rain.” She chanted.

she pulled a bag of plush toys closer to her chest as she repeated herself a dozen more times.

Repetition soothes the soul. Mayday knew no less than 18 different mantras and methods to remain calm. Ever since she became a mimic, she always felt violent instincts crawlings and brushing against the back of her mind. Currently, they were telling her to leave.

It's not actually that unusual for a therian or otherkin to visit the Zoo. Be it morbid curiosity or genuine consideration for a home, it has become a foundational monument in Hyper city’s culture. An organization dedicated to containing and taking care of potentially dangerous therians that had already passed their crossroads and could no longer be trusted in society.

Arguments about its necessity in society have been ongoing since construction began. But the messy truth was that anyone passing their crossroads had to sign away their human rights to begin with. Humanitarian ethics had no say in the discussion, and no one can stop the animal cruelty that comes with any enclosure.

The near empty parking lot outside was covered in deep puddles, disguising every pothole that waited to shatter some poor sap’s suspension. Mayday couldn’t help but think anyone who had an accident here deserved it. She felt bad about that idea, but she couldn't help but believe it. When she first found out about this place, she began diving far deeper than she ever thought was possible for such an awful place. Each new article about it revealed horror after horror. Poor living conditions, mistreatment of staff, even worse treatment of therians… those blinding shock collars. Anyone who decided to visit here ignorantly deserved a bit of car damage.

The inside of the building was no better, wide doors meant to accommodate a dragon led to an antechamber with a human sized entrance. There wasn't even a sign that informed guests of another way in. The message was clear regardless. If you were something the staff wasn't sure they could handle. Then leave.

Mayday gripped her umbrella tightly, focusing on the sensation of the plastic handle, the smell of the trampled carpet, everything in the room that was now. Better here than whatever dangerous place her anxiety could think of. The mimic found her courage and walked towards the small ticket booth on the far end of the lobby. The smell of cheap gift shop toys and overly sugary candy overpowered everything else here, anyone with a nose would feel nauseated, stars above, what if a dog or really any mammal therian walked in here. Then she saw the stains in the carpet. Of course, they don't care. She began gripping her umbrella even tighter.

Shockingly, on the other side of the ticket booth, was another therian, a dolphin. Despite the small muzzle and completely different facial structure, you could not get a more bored disaffected teenage look out of anyone else. He spoke in a single monotone voice so bored that the sound effects coming from his gaming device were more interesting.

“Welcome to Hyper city Municipal Zoo. A place of magic and wonder as we explore the mysteries that lurk just behind the therian craze sweeping over our city.” The man looks up from his game. “Oh. You here for a protest or something?”

Of course, why else would someone like her be in this place? She took a deep breath and slowly showed the bag to the dolphin.

She stated calmly and clearly, “I'm here to bring some toys to the lamia exhibit for their enrichment. I spoke with one of the staff over the phone and was told to bring them to the lobby.”

She did her best to hide her wincing as her voice automatically went into a customer service tone she hadn't used in years. She tried not to ever remember those times.

The young adult stood very still for a while, looking back down to his game for most of it, only glancing back on occasion to see if Mayday took the hint to leave. After a minute of silence, Mayday began to speak only to be cut off.

“I'll need to contact my supervisor. Stay there and wait I guess.” He said.

Mayday could only sigh as she thought to herself, “just remember that this one is going through problems just like you. Just stay calm. There is no need to lash out.”

Her thoughts carried with her feet towards the massive glass window overlooking the tiger exhibit. The only exhibit set up for free viewing. Its drainage system had backed up a while ago, turning what was supposed to be a savannah into a dank swamp. From the other side sat two tigers looking at Mayday from a shallow cave made of plaster. They barely had enough protection from the rain, but they simply stared at her. She stared at the shock collars locked around their necks.

“I'm sorry,” she mouthed

For what, not even she knew. Being powerless to help, not having anything to give to them, or maybe it was simply the guilt she felt for lowering her dosage, for not walking the same crossroad they did. For being a coward.

“Excuse me?”

Mayday jumped, multiple eyes flinging themselves open, desperate to find the voice that pulled her out of her own head. They all landed upon a human in a zoo keeping attire. A large built man with a beard so curly that it grew more wide than long. He looked like he could be grandfather with the amount of wrinkles under his eyes. There were probably more under the graying hairs. His vest held a name tag reading, Kaylen Deemer.

The man spoke again. “You're the one who called about the donations? Mayday was it?”

He spoke in a strange manner. Emphasizing you're like it was a stone that smashed through his window. Mayday wanted to smash the window next to her.

“Oh, yes that's me. So if it's no trouble then, you can take these and-” She was cut off.

“I think whoever you spoke to wasn’t clear enough.” He said. “There will need to be some paperwork you will have to complete before we can accept these items. Why don't you step into my office.”

Mayday was certain the phone call she had before coming here had the phrase “You can just hand the items over when you arrive” in it. The smart play would have been to ask for any paperwork to be brought out to her. Unfortunately this was something that would only come to her in hindsight.

Kylan's office was cramped, not from the lack of space, but from how stuffed it was. Eugh, stuffed was a poor choice of words. Mounted trophy animals covered the walls, with their killer's weapon of choice hanging directly above him. She did her best not to look up at the nightmares. To an outsider, she would have looked as if she were bowing her head to a superior. All she could do is read the plaque on his desk, “Security chief Deemer,” over and over. Silence covered the rest of the room. Mayday hoped anyone but her would break the silence. Eventually, she had to.

“So, that paperwork?” She said; proud in keeping her voice from shaking.

He looked surprised for a second before talking. “Yes, here it is. Just needed Miller to fax it over. Now then, why don't you show me what you brought here today.”

Mayday reached into her bag and set out multiple plush animals of various sea creatures. Several fish, a spider crab, a rainbow collection of some other dimensional sea creature, and a sea snake that she placed gently on top of all the others.

“These are for the snake exhibit. I met- no, I saw the Lamias at the aquarium and they seemed to want a few of these things from the gift shop. I had to buy a few for them. They all seemed like a nice group.” She said.

“Quite charming of you. But I doubt they were looking at anything in particular. They're just animals after all. They were probably just drooling over a mouse running along the gift shop floor. They'd be pleased as punch if we gave them a stick or a toy full of cotton.” He retorted.

“I don't think-” Mayday made the mistake of raising her head. Every taxidermied head was looking down directly on her. Blank unmoving expressions with the glint of a gun painted across their eyes as the last thing they ever saw. Mayday closed all her eyes and gripped her umbrella even tighter. The handle began to crack.

His tone held that of unmoving authority. “Tell me… Mayday was it? What do you think is the difference between us, and the things out in the exhibits?”

She knew the answer he wanted. She didn't want to say it. Yet she started to open her mouth anyways. Like he had reached down to her core to pull out the words stuck in her throat.

“That we're smarter.”

She didn't believe it. Not for a second did she ever think that was true. But she had to say those words. Anything to make this go by quicker. She scribbled in every signature, every date, everything she could on the paperwork. Only afterwards double checking to make sure she hadn't signed her life away.

“That's right,” he said. “If I pointed a gun at you, you'd try to stop me. It's our minds that make us different from them. We’re not feral animals. Now, I understand you got sympathy for them, but you really have to know these aren't the kind of toys they'll like. They might think we're handing them food and choke. But I'll be sure to check with our lead therian keeper, and you can come back tomorrow when we have an answer.”

The paperwork falls to the floor. Mayday just stared at the desk in front of her. She did her best to swallow the anger, no matter how much she wanted to show this man how feral she could be.

“What do you mean tomorrow? I was told I could drop them off today.” She spoke in a raspy tone.

Kaylen sighed, as if he had finished giving the most simple explanation to a child, only to have them just as confused as before.

He spoke his words like laws chiseled into stone. “Well you can’t expect us to just hand them over. They could be filled with dangerous substances or any number of hidden objects. We don’t have the equipment to check. So you have to be the one to get them checked at an appropriate station. Then they’ll send us the donation. Really now, what did you expect? For us to rip them open and sew them back up. It might be a slow day for guests, but that doesn’t mean we can fulfill every little whim you have, simply because you thought you were special enough to bypass the rules.”

“I'm just trying to send gifts to a friend.” She started to choke on her words. “Please, just take them.”

He spoke with the joy of a hunter catching prey in a trap and said, “A friend? I thought this was all for our lamia exhibit? That's so strange. It reminds me of something. You know, we had an escape attempt at that aquarium, a lamia who said she made a friend. Miller really wasn't happy about it. I mean an accomplice running off with a dangerous animal. Can you believe it? Tell you what, though. Maybe we can come to an agreement here. You should go to your doctor and get your dosage upped. Come be a part of the family here. You'll get to actually befriend the others that live here, and best of all, you won't be fined for kidnapping zoo property.”

The room was silent for the next five minutes. Mayday could only desperately grasp at words that sped across her mind. Blackmail. Property. Friend. Zoo. Help… Attack.

Kaylen could have sworn the room grew darker. He blinked just for a moment, and Mayday was gone. No, not gone, changed. The mimic now dwarfed Kaylen. He stood up but still found himself a few feet short of the thing now in his office. 28 of its eyes all zeroed in on him as threads of sinew carrying rows of fangs rolled across its body. The security chief glanced over to his rifle on the wall. It had already been snapped in half without so much as a decibel alerting him. As if grabbing a shield to defend a dragon's fury. Kaylen took the bag of plushies and placed them to his chest.

Knock knock knock!

The sound of the door behind Mayday made her jump. To Kaylen, it was another blink and his nightmares had turned back into the soap bubble slime he thought he was dealing with. Mayday looked over at the door. Then to Kaylen, the bag he was holding, and the gun on the wall. She wondered why the last ten seconds of her life felt so fuzzy in her mind. And then the door opened.

What stood before Mayday was another man. A maroon military haircut and mustache would make anyone stand out, but then there was the deep scar on his cheek. Something about him immediately made Mayday uncomfortable, even Kaylen seemed surprised. His nametag just read: Miller.

“You must be Mayday. We talked over the phone.” His voice felt plastic. Nothing about his smile or tone was real. “I see Deemer here was just taking the donation off you now.”

Mayday felt off about this man more than with Kaylen. She pushed herself out of the office and back into the lobby. The smell of it invaded her senses once again. She was just about ready to leave but something stopped her. She turned to walk back into the room but the new figure was already directly behind her. She made a mental note to leave her eyes open around him.

She spoke before he could have the chance. “You better make sure these go to Aria and the others.”

The man's plastic smile faded for a brief moment. He spoke in confusion. “Aria? I don't think I… oh, the poor thing is getting confused again. Her name is Saphir. It was changed to help her move onto her better life here. We'd appreciate it if you used the correct name.”

Changing your name after fully transitioning was pretty normal for most, but something about the way he said it. Like he was proud of the name. In that horrid office with that horrid man. Mayday had kept her composure for the most part, but in this moment, her body could not stop shivering. Nothing about this man felt right.

“You're pretty unusual for a slime.” He spoke.

Mayday couldn't help but retort, “I'm a mimic.” She regretted saying it.

She gripped her umbrella with a mouth that had wandered onto her hand. Teeth dug their way into the handle. The pole started to bend.

“A mimic. Well isn't that… unique.” He spoke with a hunger that nearly broke through his fake tone, unable to stop himself from eyeing Mayday up and down

“Erian’s never mentioned he had a client turning into something like you. I assume Erian is your doctor. He usually ends up making the weirder ones. I've never seen a mimic so good at disguising itself. Not even a plank of wood for a chest to hide in. I hope you have a good plan when you decide to become feral.”

She felt like she had a grip on the conversation. She nearly shouted, “I’m not planning to-”

“They always do. Even if they try to pretend they're still human.” He removed her hold.

Mayday didn't know anything about this man, except that every part of her was telling her to attack. It wouldn't work. Somehow she knew that even with all her tricks. He had something to stop her. She looked down at the shock collar clasped around his belt. She looked up at the ticket seller for help. Solidarity with another. He was hiding in the booth trying not to be seen.

“I bet mimics have a pretty tough time suppressing their urges to eat. We're always happy to take care of you if it gets too hard. We'd need to change your name then. Oh you'd look perfect for a Malachite. We'll shorten it to Mala, we haven't used that name in a while.”

For the first time she met this man, the tone in his voice was completely genuine. Something about that made her so much more afraid. She thought of her friends and family, she wondered if they'd ever be able to find her. She held her umbrella as tightly as possible. The pressure made it worse. Slimes aren't able to throw up. It's biologically impossible and a waste of body mass. But mimics are very good at making the body do things that it thinks will help survive. A black puddle of poison rested at her feet. Mayday felt dizzy.

Miller, in that same plastic tone, spoke again “Oh no, you seem sick. We have an infirmary you can rest in.”

Mayday broke her umbrella. Bits of the handle flew off and metal bent under her fanged grip. She threw it like a weapon at Miller and fled for the entrance. She never turned to look back, if he said anything, she didn't want to hear it.

The scared mimic ran through the rain as fast as she possibly could until arriving at a bus stop, one she was certain that no one from that awful place would check. She knew Aria, or Saphir, or whatever her name is… she knew her friend wouldn’t receive those gifts. She didn’t care anymore, she couldn’t go back. Better to live as a coward than die a hero. She told herself those words over and over, but it didn’t make them feel any more true. Most of her face and hair had been diluted from the rain. She didn't care. She couldn't stop shivering.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hey thanks for reading, So a quick explanation since this isn't Mimic HRT. This is something new we've been thinking about for a while now. Mimic HRT generally has a lot of chapters that get scrapped due to running off into tangents about world building or stories that couldn't fit in the normal recording format. So while we spend our time agonizing about the final chapter of Mimic HRT, we thought it might be fun to write a few stories expanding on chapters that could use more. Hope you enjoy.

Thank you to @ariathelamia for letting me use the character, Miller

Thank you to @ariathelamia, @tigergirltail, @ashen-vulture, and @josphitia for the setting of The Zoo

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mention list: @a-shramp, @calliecwrites, @be702, @respectfulevil, @hyacinthdoll1315

@aster-is-confused, @bloodandbrandywyne, @glitchgloop, @nyxthewary, @lunadook,

@celestemysterios, @i-am-trans-gwender, @reliablegal

[multiplicity-positivity]

To the Aves, Birds, and Feathery Headmates!

Whether you are therian, alterhuman, otherkin, otherhearted, copinglink, or nonhuman in some way, if you’re a bird or avian headmate, this post is for you! Avian headmates have always been and will always be cherished and valued members of the system community, and we are so happy to be able to share this space with you! So here’s to all the aves and ave-adjacents out there!

🦚 Shoutout to aves with phantom wings, beaks, feathers, talons, webbed feet, gizzards, vents, crops, cloacas, crests, or other bird parts!

🪺 Shoutout to aves with nesting, flocking, flying, migrating, hunting, hiding, or brooding instincts due to their avian natures!

🦜 Shoutout to those who are hybrids, have some bird-like qualities, or who are only part ave in some way!

🐥 Shoutout to aves who vocalize in birdsong, whistles, trills, squawks, cries, chirps, caws, and other sounds that birds might make!

🦢 Shoutout to those who are questioning if they are birds or avians!

🦉 Shoutout to those who are aves without having a specific idea of what species they are!

🐦 Shoutout to aves who craft wings, tails, beaks, or talons, make nests, collect shiny objects, ruffle and preen their feathers, and do other things to help live their best avian lives!

🦅 Shoutout to aves who are comfortable acting and presenting as a human despite actually being a bird!

🕊 Shoutout to introjects whose source is fully or partially avian, which has led them to identify as an ave as well!

🦃 Shoutout to aves who have always known about their bird identities, and to those who discovered this aspect of themselves later in life!

To any bird or avian headmate who reads this, we hope your future will be filled with peace, happiness, and species euphoria! Know that your identities are real, you are valid, and you belong in your system and the plural community just the way you are. We believe that your future is bright, and will be filled with things that bring joy to you and your system!

Whether or not you follow your instincts, experience shifts, or have noticeable bird-like qualities, your life experience as an ave will always be special, unique, and valued. We truly are wishing the very best for you in all that you do! Keep soaring high, our feathered friends, and have a wonderful day!

[wxlfbites]

December 1, 2024

Grilling...

In the beginning, the therian and otherkin communities had a process to help determine who was and was not a therian or otherkin. Called "grilling", it was a form of introspection that involved other members questioning someone about their nonhuman experiences and guiding them to the right words that fit them. This was helpful for some because it gave them an outside perspective and introduced them to new information that they wouldn't have found otherwise because they wouldn't have even thought to look for it. Grilling encouraged people to really look into themselves and understand their experiences better, there were very deep discussions, whole websites dedicated to members of the community writing in intricate detail about their identities, and the sense of comradery was at an all time.

However, it quickly became a demonized practice due to the way some forums started to go about grilling. Around the mid 2010's, an atmosphere of "wrong = fake" grew around certain online sites and answers like "I don't know" were made to feel dumb and immature. This led to those who were being grilled, specifically younger children between the ages of 13 and 15 years old, feeling like they had to lie or were otherwise offended when told the terms they were using were not correct for them. They did not want to admit they were initially wrong out of fear of rejection or bullying by the older adults. Now, grilling is deemed the evil in the communities, and anyone who dares question others or insinuates that one may be using the wrong terms is a "gatekeeper" who must be silenced.

But there is no shame in being wrong. There is no shame in making a mistake. It is good and healthy to ask yourself the hard questions and admit the hard things to ourselves. If you are not honest with yourself, you will forever feel the burden of the lie. The truth is, we are not "policing" you when we say the word you're using to describe yourself is not the right one for you. We are helping you be your authentic self. We are guiding you to the freedom that the right word for you will give you. When you have the right word for who you are and what you experience, it opens up the box you put yourself in trying to fit into a word that isn't for you, allowing you to spread your wings.

Meeting the basic criteria of something is not a bad thing. Fitting the definition of the labels you use is important because it does not force you to be anything other than yourself. Grilling was and should still be a common practice in any community, because it helps the community and the individuals who think they might be a part of them know if it really is the right place for them without having to compromise any fundamental personal parts of oneself in order to "fit in". Please consider that when we're telling you that trying to change the definition of a label to fit your own desires to be included in that community it is damaging not only to the community you're trying to change but also to yourself because you are trying to be something you're not, we're not "gatekeeping" you. We are not hating you. We are not making fun of you. We are helping you. We are encouraging you. We are teaching you. We are looking out for you.

[inuette]

Wtf even *is* a 'radqueer'?! My attempts to research this all led to bizarre shit like people thinking they're actually dinosaurs (or were in a past life) or that fetishes are a legitimate sexuality, or insisting that white supremacy is actually okay as long as you feel guilty about it??? Does radqueer just mean 'any random bizarre shit is my identity/sexuality and if you find that odd you're some form of phobic'?? Because that's how it reads from the outside.

You can find the original 'coining' post of radqueers in our archival post. However, the group is essentially made up of people who use terms like 'transracial,' 'transage,' 'transspecies' which belonged to other groups (transracial to adoptees, transage to systems, age regressors, those who are agestuck due to trauma, etc. and transspecies belonging to otherkin, alterhumans and nonhumans) with no regard for their original purpose nor usage.

The community is also pro-para, which wouldn't be a problem in and of itself if it weren't for the fact the community does have beings who are pro-contact (meaning they support acting on one's paraphilias, whether harmful or not.) Paraphilias do not inherently make one immoral, seeing as not everyone wants to act on their paraphilias, but there are large groups in the radqueer community who encourage acting on it.

They also 'coin medical disorders' (known as MUDs, medically unrecognized disorders) which I hope you can see the issue of.

The issue with their usage of TransIDs isn't that they support transitioning (transdisabled is typically used by those with BIID, if other treatments do not work and amputations or other things are the only option left to deal with your dysphoria, then it's the only option left. Or with transspecies, wearing fursuits, paw gloves, etc. to help deal with your dysphoria doesn't hurt anyone. Our support of transitioning does not extend to transage, transracial, or other 'coined' Radqueer terms). It's that they've stolen terms that belonged to other groups of people.

It's that they trivialize these identities by labelling them as 'trans,' causing outsiders to view them a as an 'equivalent' to what transgender means. On top of that, there are most definitely beings who use transIDs and transX terms for the 'aesthetic' due to its broad definition. The original terms were meant to help those who are mentally ill (i.e. have psychosis and suffer delusions in some way), experience atypical dysphoria, or a disconnect from their physical body for other reasonings.

There's most definitely more, but I believe this covers the basis of it.

[wolfthelittlefang]

Non-humans, what led you to realizing you weren't human? What labels do you currently use to express your non-humanity (if any), and what exactly do you currently identify as?

I'll go first!

(Due to the fact that we as a system share memories due to the lack of blackouts/complete amnesia and are for the most part collectively non-human I, Wolf, will be speaking for us all collectively.)

As a child, from the moment we were able to form a sense of self, we knew we weren't human. We always had that feeling that there was something different about us, something nobody around us would ever understand. So we stayed quiet about it. Why would we ever talk about something that nobody would ever truly understand. Well, that's what we thought for the next 13-ish years of our life. When we first discovered alter-humanity it was through Therianthropy tiktok in 2021 (yes, I know, not the best source of information.) and we started identifying by tiktok's definition of a therian because we thought that's all we needed to know at the time. Just having a "special connection" to animals felt good enough at the time. It wasn't exactly how we felt, but it was "good enough" we thought. Something that we could tell people and they might actually understand. Around a month passed of this situation before we decided to actually do our own research (finally!). And we discovered that Therianthropy actually meant identifying as some non-human animal to some level. We felt like we'd been heard, like we could finally be accepted by a community of others just like us. And that's how it was for about a year. After a year had passed since my discovery of the true definition of Therianthropy, I decided to make my first Therian pack (which was open to all sorts of Therians). This is actually where I met my current best friend, Calix. I'm not gonna go through every detail of what happened during the era of this pack but what I will say is there was some drama and we had to do the right thing which resulted in the loss of my "pack" entirely. But in the end, I realized who my pack truly was (Calix). Sure, maybe it was a small pack but it felt like home to me. An amount of time had passed since then and I became more knowledgeable of the Non-Human community through my Wolf friend, Calix. A lot of things happened but so far along my journey I have discovered more and more about non-humanity then when I started out. Most of my knowledge is accredited to Calix. At some point, he discovered the term "Transspecies" and eventually "Holothere" A.K.A. physical non human, which are two terms we now use as a part of our identity (most of us anyways).

All of the labels we currently use include Therian, otherkin, Holothere, Transspecies, and Non-Human canine (specifically a dog/wolf/werewolf).

At the moment, most of us identify as some type of canine.

What about you? Tell me your story, friend :)

[werelioness]

Creature thing to do when bored

Go to deepai.org (or any other free AI text generator) and write there something like

write detailed text about how would [insert your nonhuman identity] society look like, how they live, what are their rituals

With animals it's much better to add "were" - werewolf, werelion, werecrow, with regular animals it would be a casual nature article, not interesting.

Otherkin, therians, anything! And you can spend time daydreaming about the result.

What it gave to me when I asked for a werelion society:

A werelion society, blending human and lion traits, would embody a unique cultural and social structure driven by both primal instincts and human intellect. This society might be organized into clans or prides, each led by a strong alpha figure both for leadership and protection. They would prioritize communal living, emphasizing cooperation and shared responsibilities for hunting and nurturing young. Their architecture could reflect their dual nature, featuring sturdy, natural materials combined with elaborate artistry that showcases their connection to both civilization and wilderness. Rituals likely revolve around the lunar cycles and the changing of the seasons, celebrating their transformation and connection to nature. Social hierarchy might be nuanced, where physical prowess and wisdom are equally valued, and matriarchs play a crucial role in decision-making. Education could focus not only on survival skills and hunting techniques but also on storytelling, art, and history, preserving their lore and fostering identity. Conflict resolution may draw from both primal combat traditions and diplomatic negotiation, reflecting their duality. Thus, the werelion society would articulate a complex interplay of strength, community, and cultural richness, striving for balance between their wild instincts and social consciousness.

this is the life I want

desperately

[babyy-rhett-x3]

🚀⭐️ hiya! This is my agere acc intro! Pls read! (^o^) 🌙🛸 (I sadly lost my old one babi puppy:()

Name: Rhett

★

Nicknames: Bud, Mister, Little one

(P.s I rlly do pref nicknames! They make me feel safe & little ( >ω<) )

★

Pronouns:

He/Him/His ☆ They/Them/Theirs

It/Its/Itself ☆ Star/Stars/Starself

Moon/Moons/Moonself

Xey/Xem/Xeirs ☆ Zey/Zem/Zeirs

Pup/Pups/Pupself

Paw/Paws/Pawself || + more!!

★

Gender: Transgender Male + Neo genderz!

★

Little Age: 1 to 10 (´ρ`)

★

Big age: 16

★

What to expect on this account?: Me & my alters posting/reblogging! We're an osdd-1b sys ( ＾ω＾ )

I'm also a flip regressor! Meaning I agere & am a caregiver at the same time!

I also have autism, adhd, & more

☾ 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 ☽

Likes:

Colouring / Drawing

Arts n Crafts (o＾・＾o)

Playing w plushies, toys, sensory bin fidgets

LED lights & light up stuff

Glow in the dark stuff! (o´▽`o)

Baking & cooking w caregiver

Watching TV shows (^o^)

Naps (´ρ`)💤

Movies

Falling asleep on nighttime car rides

Sippys, Bottles, Pacis, Onsies, PJS! >:3

Snack plates

Making snacks

CHOCO & STRAWBERRY MILKK! (>ω<)

Baths

Bedtime Stories

Space (　・ω・) 🚀🛸🌙🌌

★

Dislikes:

Veggies (-。-;)

Bright Rooms/Lights

Flashy stuff

Horror games (when small only tho!)

Horror movies

Scary noises/sounds

Pitch black rooms

Being Alone for long periods of time

★

My fav TV shows (+ Fav Characters! (>o<)

Spongebob (Spongebob, Patrick, Gary, Squidward, Mr Krabs)

MLP (Fluttershy, Pinkie, RainbowDash)

Bluey (Chilli, Bluey, Muffin

Teen Titans Go (Raven, Beastboy, Cyborg)

The Fairly Oddparents (Cosmo & Wanda, Timmy, Poof)

Yo Gabba Gabba (Muno, Plex, Toodee)

The Loud House (Clyde, Lola, Luna)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Ralph, Michelangelo)

Fanboy & Chumchum (Fanboy)

Clearance (Main 3)

Summer Camp Island (no pref)

The Regular Show (Rigby, Pops)

Craig Of The Creek (Main 3)

The Amazing World Of Gumball (Darwin, Gumball, Nicole)

Pocoyo (Pocoyo, Pato, Loula, Caterpillar, Angry Alien)

Wonder Pets (no pref)

Phineas & Ferb (Ferb, Perry, Dr evil doufensmurchs (something like that..)

Dinosaur Train (no pref)

Masha & The Bear (Masha, Bear, Wolves)

Peppa Pig (no pref)

ni-hao kai-lan (no pref)

Jhonny Test (Jhonny, Dukey, the twins)

★

My Fav Movies (´ρ`)

Astro Boy

Spongebob Movie

MLP Movie

Happy Feet

Madagascar (all of them)

Cloudy w a chance of meatballs

Ice age

Chicken Run

Monsters inc

Charlotte's web

Finding Nemo

Disney movies especially lady & the tramp

☾ 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 ☽

DNI.

● pedophiles

● zoophiles

● pro shippers

● pro ANA/ED

● racists

● abliests

● homophobes

● transphobes

● anti agere/petre

● fakeclaimers

● anti therian/otherkin

● anti furry

● anti neo prns / neo genders

༘⋆₊ ⊹★🔭๋࣭ ⭑⋆｡˚

PLZZ INTERACT:3

● Other Age / Pet Regressors

● Other Systems (only if ur acc is for Littles only tho sorry!!)

● Space, Alien, Star lovers

● REGRETEVATOR FANZ!

● PRESSURE FANZ

● Caregiver/Agereg/Petreg tip accs

● Anyone who isn't NSFW or mean!! >:333

To find out more abt us/me, go to my main acc! But it isn't SFW (but also isnt full on nsfw) ! Be warned<3

@rh3tt-x3

[spiritus-sonne]

Honestly, I'm frustrated artistically. I'm actually recently improving my art some and getting out of my imposter syndrome about my art, but I'm frustrated with the fact I have a 'style' (when I spent most of my life being able to do at least a few different styles) and it's not even one I particularly like; that and it frustrates me that I'm basically invisible as an artist. I put hours and hours into my work and it either goes unseen or for the most part ignored. I don't want like hundreds of followers on here or DevArt necessarily, plus I've got social anxiety (though it's less nowadays than it used to be for my art) but I hate for my art to be largely missed or ignored. It reminds me of when I considered going to art college in high school and some college reps just outright rejected my art because it was mostly fantasy-based. It wasn't good enough back then when it came to being around other artists of similar age and that's always left something inherently broken in me that I'm just now, 20 years later, working to resolve because I never could figure out what was wrong with me artistically let alone how to fix it. Becoming aware of imposter syndrome enlightened me though.

Back in school I was known for my art since early elementary school--it was something that defined me socially, but after I left high school I lost that and it's sort of left a hole in my life ever since. I also have struggled since late high school with my art just not being "good enough"--it's part of that imposter syndrome I mentioned and for years it's left me feeling like I'm an artistic fraud. So because of that, I felt deserving of my art going unnoticed. But with me now trying to go through a renaissance of sorts with my art and learning to see that, no, I'm not a fraud and here's proof, I'm just showing that proof to the void it feels like which triggers the back of my mind to be like "are you sure you aren't a fraud?" and it just takes me in circles.

I'm just so sick of being invisible for my art, for my writing, for my otherkinity/therianthropy and what I've done for those communities. I guess I dug this grave years ago and now I'm stuck lying in it & hating it. My social anxiety has always led me to make myself relatively invisible socially, but I've fought against that online since I joined the therian/'kin communities back in 2005 but with the loss of forums and journaling I lost those platforms that connected me to more people. And now on Tumblr I'm noticed by about 5 people or less and that's mainly in the form of simple, occasional likes on some of my posts. Supposedly I have nearly 200 followers but most of those are either gone or bots. I'm just stuck in a funk and don't know what I can viably do about it.

[fenmere]

An Analysis of our Spiritual Identities

Just as we have striven to explore our spirituality with as little outside influence as possible, we ask that you do not take what we've written here to be any sort of prescription for your own life and spirituality.

Don't put us or our spirituality into any box of your own making (whether that's religious or scientific). But also, don't put your own spirituality (or psychology) in our box, either!

Still, you might find our way of thinking interesting, and it might spark ideas for your own exploration, so we share it. But mostly we just want people to know what we we are and how we experience ourselves.

Below is a fairly long, but partially bullet pointed, breakdown of how we got to our spiritual beliefs and what they are. And also, how we are Other (or therian/otherkin/not-human):

This all represents the averages of our strongest and most widely held model of spirituality. We are a population, and therefore hold a variety of beliefs. This does not describe those other beliefs.

What we’ve experienced:

We have memories from outside of our system. In the case of our two eldest, Jenifer and Eh, they have memories from before we were born. In the case of our walk-ins, they have memories of before joining us. These memories are not elaborate or detailed, nor are they narrative, but they are strong and persistent, with a singular sense of time (of occurring “before”), and are experiential and associated with a sense of identity.

Despite being raised in a culture that persistently and constantly works to coerce it’s members into taking on proscribed identities, we have always reacted to that as if those identities (human, singular, male, etc.) were wrong.

When we relax and listen to our inner memories and reflexes, we get a clear sense of what we are on a fundamental level: not-human, plural, not-male, etc.

So far, all apparent encounters with the seemingly supernatural that we’ve had can be traced back to headmate activity.

Actual specific identities that we have latched onto, however, can all be traced to ideas and concepts found in human culture. This, of course, simply means that identities that fall outside of that just cannot be approximately described by the language we have. A number of us fall outside that range, so we do have a control. And, even most of us who can be described as “dragons” are still very different from most dragons ever described by humanity. Similarly with those of us who are girls.

We have not really experienced anything outside of this, in regards to spirituality. We have our upbringing, with a progressive Lutheranism imposed upon us by our childhood church, but not to the point where we understood what Lutheranism was. And we’ve done a lot of reading and participated in a lot of discussions about alternative belief systems. This has led us to try meditating with the goal of leaving our body or making contact with the supernatural, and we had no success in that. But we don’t count these experiences as spiritual, but instead as indoctrination.

What we know:

We are many and we keep growing.

We are fundamentally not human, though many of us are heavily influenced by human cultures, and our body was conceived by and born to a pair of humans.

We are ktletaccete and beshakete. Ktletaccete are approximately described as autistic dragons. And beshakete are previously non-living spirits that have entered our system sometime since it took its first breath, also known as Outsiders and sometimes called Elementals.

We have four categories of being, three of which correspond to genders but are not inherently genders: girls, dragons, id monsters, and Outsiders. Outsiders align with and fall into the other three categories, but are also so fundamentally different from the rest of us that they deserve their own recognition.

Our girls are a form of monster. They have the gender of girl, as a non-binary gender, but also they are all ktletaccete or beshakete, and tend to also “kin” various types of traditional monster. And they all inhabit the right hemisphere of our brain.

Our dragons frequently take human form, but are not human. They have the gender of dragon, which is an aporagender to the outside world.  Also all either ktletaccete or beshakete. And they all inhabit the left hemisphere of our brain.

Our id monsters straddle the hemispheres of our brain, falling in the middle, and might reside in our limbic system. They do tend to lean dragon or girl, but only when fronting. They took their name of id monster because they seem to represent the purposes of a part of our collective psyche that is very closely described by the concept of an id, and they almost all present as monstrous and take pride in the identity of being a monster.

What we believe:

We believe that no outworlder explanation of the supernatural is relevant to our experiences, nor a reliable guide to interpreting them. None. Even though, through our own experiments, we’ve come to a set of beliefs that most closely resembles animism, we strive not to let any school of wisdom or cultural heritage of animism influence our interpretations and further experiments. This is not to disrespect those outworlder traditions, it is to recognize that they are not ours, and that we wish to strive for the goal of developing our own beliefs purely on our own experiences. Or as close to “purely” as we can manage to do.

We are never-the-less influenced by outworlder beliefs and cultures, not the least the one we were raised in. It is a matter of constant work to question our own interpretations in that light.

We are also very obviously heavily influenced by our biology.

Because we are heavily influenced by our upbringing and our biology, we have very strong evidence for where and how we differ from what these things try to make us become, through our dysphoria and earliest and most persistent differences in identity and experiences.

Some sort of basic sense of identity can be described as a result of all of this.

With our spirituality, what we are exploring is that which outworld science cannot test, but that which our inworld science can test. We have 4 million people and counting, all experiencing things from different perspectives. Where those experiences are different and the same can tell us a lot about who and what we are.

If we are not human, and not necessarily anything described by any outworld culture, then what are we?

Those of us who are Beshakete (or Outsiders) have an easy answer for this. They are what they say they are. They have the strongest memories and senses of identity, and the least indoctrination and weakest connection to our biology. So weak, in fact, that their identities feel poorly translated into English. 

Pike, for instance, is a manifestation of the abstract concept of one dimensional force, or forwardness, or straightness, or movement. It could, in fact, be a conscious manifestation of a photon, or time itself. But none of these words, nor even its name, accurately describe or encompass the meaning of its identity when it perceives itself and its memories from before our system. Calling it Pike and the elemental of the concept of forward movement is probably good enough, though.

Phage is the mechanism by which entropy and enthalpy are processed in the universe, often given the shorthand of Entropy Itself. Of all of our Outsiders, it is the one that has most become a person, living with our system since we were two and a half years old and learning how to pretend to be human with the rest of us. But even its memories of before joining our system are as strong as Pike’s.

And no one of us who is not an Outsider has memories like that.

So, the experiences, memories, and identities of our Outsiders give us the basis for our own spiritual belief, our form of animism if we can call it that.

Their memories are consistent with the kinds of information stored in their origin systems, the elements that could be considered analogous to memories, such as a fossil in a rock or the altered path of a breeze as it flows past that rock. The more complex the original system of the Outsider, the more complex their exomemories.

And, from their memories, we learn that everything has some degree of self awareness and memory that can be carried on into any new system that accepts it.

We do not know, in the case of our Outsiders, if our human-descended brain is merely copying the identity and memories of something from another system or if it is actually playing host to an entity from outside. But we also do not know if there is any meaningful difference between those two things. But we do have considerable evidence to support a hypothesis that there is no difference but that also our Outsiders represent a transfer of consciousness in a way that our Liaisons do not.

Our Liaisons are what some people call factive and fictive introjects. In our case, however, our liaisons do not instantly gain intimate knowledge of their sources. They must learn everything through observation. They are particularly focused and savant at doing so when it comes to their individual source. But that seems to be more of a function of autistic style special interest more than anything else. And while they could be said to receive the memetics of their sources over time, they do not receive a sense of identity or exomemories in the same way that our Outsiders do.

Other systems clearly experience something different, with their factives and fictives more closely resembling our Outsiders. And maybe we don’t get spiritual factives and fictives like that because we already have our Liaisons, who are generated so quickly. They fill the role already, leaving no space for spiritual transference (if that’s actually a thing - and our Outsiders seem to suggest it is).

Anyway, all that we know is that we have Outsiders that do seem to come from their sources in some way, and factive and fictive Liaisons who do not (and therefore use the term “subject” rather than “source“ for their focus of identity).

Now, Jenifer and Eh both have a very similar set of exomemories to our Outsiders. Only, they have no identity beyond something akin to “child of the abyss, or oblivion”. Their exomemories are of previously eternal existence in darkness with just enough sense of identity to have a sense of self, but not much more than that. And they both feel that their personal identities are mostly defined by how they fit into our body and the world after that.

It is very hard for either of them to sense any sort of intrinsic property of their exomemories and identities that can be described as more than that, and so far we have nothing we can work with except the absence of characteristics.

It’s almost as if they each come from the state of existence before the Big Bang, if that really happened. Or from the fabric of spacetime itself, the state of the vacuum just before particles spontaneously form in it. But these are poetic interpretations of those memories and identities.

All we can say is that they definitively don’t come from nothingness, for they had a kind of conscious awareness that could form a memory and kernel of identity that was carried into our system as it received them during fetal development. And their memories and identities prior to joining our system were different from each other.

Different in what way? An inherent Jeniferness and an inherent Ehness that are not the same.

So, we think that Jenifer and Eh are a different kind of spirit than our Outsiders. But we don’t know how different. Is that difference the same as the difference between Pike and Phage? Or is it something more profound?

No clue. We do not have any evidence to suggest answers to those questions.

However, given all of that scant evidence, we are leaning toward favoring a particular model of spirituality and existence.

Every element, object, law, mechanism, and concept of existence has a spiritual identity associated with it. And a spirit is a localized concentration of that identity within a system that is complex enough to express it as some level of willful action.

Maybe living things, in particular animals with neurology (as those are what we’re familiar with), typically draw from a spiritual source that is the most basic, fundamental aspect of the universe, raw existence. And that’s what Jenifer and Eh are. There are clearly exceptions, if we take the accounts of outworlders at face value, but Jenifer and Eh are probably not among them.

We also have no reason to believe that a spirit that is about to be born into a human fetus is any different than a spirit that is about to be born into any other kind of animal, except where their futures are concerned.

And the reason that Jenifer and Eh are not human is because our vessel is not human. It has deviated from humanity enough that it does not belong to the species. At least, conceptually enough so that it affected our memetic development from conception (and certainly since birth). By the time we were three years old, we were looking for the correct match to our identities in examples outside of humanity. Animals, initially, but also monsters. And it’s the monsters that fit the best.

And the reason that there are two of them is because our vessel had room for and was developing to have two, instead of just one. And, it clearly developed to accommodate far more than that. But we know that our sense of gender and physical sex dysphoria is intrinsically tied to each hemisphere of our brain, meaning that our brian could not produce less than two self schemas. So, Jenifer and Eh were developing different senses of self the very instant they took root in our neurology.

Still, this is complicated further by the fact that neither Jenifer nor Eh have been perfectly malleable to outside influences. They both each have aspects of their identities that are not well defined by outworlder concepts. But this might just be due to chaotic development within an exceedingly complex system. And so far, we have no way to test whether or not that is the case. It is, however, the simplest and most likely explanation.

So, for now, we’ll roll with it, until either of them tell us differently.

The rest of us Ktletaccete are simply the children and grandchildren of Jenifer and Eh. We are what they are, further evolved and shaped by our system, but with much less of a connection to a spiritual existence outside of our system. We see that existence as only occurring after the death of our vessel, and not from before it (except through the shared memories of Jenifer and Eh).

So, we are Ktletaccete (which is a word we made up to describe ourselves), and not human, because our vessel is Ktletaccete and not human. It is the body of an autistic gyndracomorphic monster.

This isn’t to say our full identities as Ktletaccete don’t come from long before our vessel existed, nor that they come from only places other than human cultures! (We are not talking about our Outsiders here in any way.)

We are dragons and monsters because we most closely resemble and have kinship with dragons and other monsters. We inherited their memetics.

Part of our identities as Ktletaccete has always been that we’re shapeshifters. That, at least in our own adolescences, we take on forms resembling other beings. We sample, adopt, and adapt. And some of us have morphed into very human-like shapes.

Just, we have never, ever been human because our body has never, ever been human.

Outsider science may choose to define it as human, of course. The measurable differences are almost certainly not enough to satisfy its definitions of differing taxonomy.

But, we have not been treated as human, and we have always been able to see a fundamental gulf of differences between humanity and our own body, at least on a subconsciousness and spiritual level. And that’s where it matters.

---

Bonus fanfic type interpretation:

In Wildbow's Otherverse, we are fully Other.

We are a collection of spirits without a singular sense of human Self. Some of us are tiny animuses, and some are fragments of primordial beings, that have joined the whole. And the rest are spirits that have been created by the other spirits that make up what we are.

But we were born to a pair of non-Aware humans, and have, through that and other mechanisms, developed a thick disguise of being a mortal human.

And when that disguise must fail at the apparent death of our body, we're not quite sure what will happen. We'll probably disperse.

[lifenconcepts]

SO! I saw your AMA post! I don’t really have any grand questions about existence right now (sorry) but just out of curiosity, how did you ‘Awaken’/Realize your divinity?

My stories pretty stupid tbh 😭 I was just on tumblr late one night and another Angels blog appeared on my feed,, think it might’ve been a moodboard post? And out of curiosity (and, I’m not too proud of it, but amusement at the concept of otherkin)- I scrolled through their blog a bit, and had one of those ‘wait this is me fr’ moments lol

-Sincerely, @fleshbound-feathers

I’ll humour you and answer this, although in truth, I am a formless being at heart which concentration of energy and experiences have led me to the answers of which I have now. It’s not a mere identity but rather a sense of wholeness, which exists not in one spot but many. I’m still on the journey, possibly will be my whole life, but as far as I can see there isn’t some grand opening of ‘hey, you’re so and so!’ but rather a soft little bread crumb trail of fragments that never were a whole. Like sticks from a nest, but rather than it falling out, is merely the building blocks of me forming my own nest. Nothing was broken nor hidden to be able to find, rather, each step I take makes a more concrete foundation of who I am. It’s not as simple as “yep! This is who I am! That’s it!” No it’s a forever changing thing just as your visual image. You grow, understand, expand, evolve, develop, discover, invent.. and there’s no little voice saying “so here are all your traits brought to you on a platter, listed out one by one, with a concrete little description of who you are and what that means” because nobody is going to feed you the information like a child, and why bother, if it’s constantly changing? There’s only three things you must recognise and remember.. What makes you feel happy and whole. What makes you feel uneasy and hurt. How can you avoid the things that seem to be enticing yet cause harm. The rest are mere byproducts and little side projects. The purpose is to exist, not try define and define. But hey. A genderless, nameless, formless concept such as I still gotta have some labels up my sleeve, right? I’m not as much of a label hoarder as I used to be because I had this burning urge to fit in with those who seemed fo have everything figured out, but rather understand most are caught in the loop of trying to prove themselves to others who are doing just the same. Tightening the mask to make fun of those whose mask wobbles. I claim to be the concept of life, because it is as best as I can describe the identity of self, when there’s so much more. I’m not exactly a ‘kin’ of divine and angels, yet feel represented by them. I’m more of a prophet like presence, a mere energy source which imbeds itself in others like a wound and spreads the infection with blinding light right to the mind. The heart and soul will forever be their own selves but the mind is so easily pushed and pulled that it’d be humourous to not mention it at least now and again. Now.. what was it that was the point of all this? Right! How did I ‘awaken’? On a profound talk with my father when I was a child on how the universe can hear you even when you don’t think it’s there, and when I thought I could get a little moment, I stepped outdoors.. sat down on the old chair.. stared at the night sky as the freshly perceived stars shone down on me.. and spoke. I’m unsure of what I said, or even if it held any substance, but I spoke to it. To them. To everything. The world heard me, and I felt it within something that doesn’t really have a proper explanation-but who needs those anymore? I presume I had many such conversations, he is a wise man and instilled spirituality within me before I even knew a thing about it, and it has been creeping up with fleeting memories that come to reassure me that whatever I know now is true. I can’t blame anyone (or anything) for the selective memory, but presume it’s also of an intervention of the universe to keep things on track.. I used to be overly fascinated with angels caught on camera, staying awake at night and deducing it to the best of my capabilities of what could be plausible.. used to watch tornadoes and hurricanes mercilessly sweep away homes and items within seconds on YouTube merely for the raw power that the wrath of nature could give in and try find reason as to why it is allowed.. heard out religious speakers for half a second to grow a mind on what they truly said (they spoke bullshit, and I understood that I would be near alone among the humans in this journey, and that’s fine by me)..