Arthurdac - Hello!! How Are You Today?

I hate the sound of babies crying, but I can't hate a baby. They've been here for like five minutes and approach this situation with an unhesitant attitude of "my needs are unmet and I am going to make it everybody's problem", and I respect that.

Being a ranger I spend a lot of time alone in the wilderness for hours in the company of one of four co workers.

One such worker for the purpose of this post we shall refer to as Dave.

Dave is a very quiet man. He confesses that if conversation happens too quickly and for too long he gets tired so we often work in silence. He's very polite and good natured but it's obvious that he would happily live and work alone for the rest of his life given the option.

He's very much in the previous generation of ranger, a practical man in his fourties or fifties happy to be kept physically busy for a day and then be sent home with some pay. I had to show him how to use a work issued smart phone.

Meanwhile the rest of the team is made up of the current generation of rangers; openly nurodivergent queer women in their twenties or thirties who work this job because it's the only setting where we can vaguely look sane.

So Dave sticks out a bit. It's really nice when he opens up though because he's an impulsive individual when left to his own devices and has plenty of stories to tell if the mood takes him. I really like working with Dave.

Anyway, one day we've got a job that takes a three hour hike to get to and early on the topic of deer comes up.

I hadn't realised this was the first time we had discussed deer, but blatantly it was. Dave's entire demeanour changes, there's a bit of passion in his voice, but it's also hushed as if he's talking about something sacred.

"Deer are my favourite animal." He says.

I'm also eager to hear Dave talk about himself, so I encourage him to say more.

"I'd love to be a deer myself."

And more

"If a genie offered me the opportunity to become a deer I'd take it. I wouldn't even stop to ask what the price was."

And more

"Sometimes I feel like I'm a deer having a dream about being a human.*

And there I am, a long time commuter to the therian/otherkin community keeping up the encouraging face of someone being politely interested, knowing that this man is straight up a therian with no frame of reference.

And I decided that I wouldn't push the subject outside of the bounds of what Dave is comfortable with, I wouldn't try to teach him the terms "Therian" or "Otherkin" but absolutely I would talk with this man as if he's a deer.

And it's a bit magical really. He's an impulsive individual so I have to talk him out of some risky choices every so often and "this is why deer like you keep getting stuck in fences" has become this magical phrase that allows him to step down from a mistake with a bit of a smile on his face.

REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️

Okay so, i have a DID associated question, however i think a little bit of context is necessary.

I assumed i was a singlet until around 1-2 ish years ago, when i met a boy who was a system. Having exposure to him and a past friendship with someone diagnosed with DID and remembering/learning of their experiences, i began to think about how i myself have had similar experiences to them. Since i met him and began to realize the possibility of my having DID, i tried to recall any times i wasn't myself, and in doing so, i would get horrible headaches. I chocked it up to me trying to remember repressed memories.

However, there are times while disassociating where i feel a creeping feeling of changing, and when i try to stop it, i get headaches. When i become consciously aware of this changing, or switching, i get a horrible headache, and when i do finally switch, i feel like im in the front passenger seat of a car, the car being my body and the driver being me, but not me. Is this common? Are these skull bashing headaches common?

I think all men and trans men should take a class about toxic masculinity and how to prevent doing/being it because even if you make fun of it and tell yourself your not gunna be toxically masculine, You Just Might Catch Yourself Doing It. (From personal experience. Unlearning is hard)

I actually really love having carpet because FUCK touching hardwood floors in the morning. I need my stim carpet so i can rub my feet on it like a todler and wake up.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

I don't care what official translations say, I chose to believe "Et tu, Brute?" translates to "What the FUCK, Brutus?"