This Dog Is Not Made For The Heat.

We have always existed, and we always will.

Write👏trans👏essays👏

Write them. Just do it. Write essays asking questions about trans identities in media and literature. Write them about trans history and its impacts. Write them about scientific findings on trans identities. Write them about yourself! And your own trans experiences! It's a great way to examine your own thoughts on your identity.

Right now, when so many misconceptions on trans identities are being pushed onto us, I feel like we need these resources more than ever. Even if you don't think you can write, even if you think essays are boring. You don't have to share them with anyone, but just doing the research, answering questions for yourself about our existence and history is something I feel is worthwhile.

Don't let people tell you it's too controversial or that you're pulling something out of nothing. Write the essay.

Very complex emotions tied to any kind of fruit turnover. Every time I look at them, I smell pine. I see my hands stained by blackberries. They have claws at the ends of them, and they're covered in dirt. It's cold, I can see my own breath. It isn't like my shifts, though, it isnt just me. I feel like I am not myself and at the same time all the same. It's as if I'm handing my body over to someone else for a moment, still aware it isn't me controlling it, still present, and at the same time, someone else completely.

This is probably some kinda derealization thing, but it only ever happens when it starts to get cold or I see those freaking desserts. It isn't really a pleasant feeling when it happens, but it's still something I weirdly miss. Like I'm inviting someone in, letting them have a break from wherever they came from, even for a moment. Weirdest part? I know who it is. I've known him for a couple of years now, and it always felt like he's a part of me after that.

I don't always actively think about him, I never talk to him unless I'm just really freakin lonely, and it isn't like an actual conversation. It's more like I'm just voicing my thoughts out loud, and he's quietly listening.

I don't really know what's up with that. I could call him an imaginary friend if imaginary friends occasionally took over your brain for a moment and made you incredibly uncomfortable with everything happening. Or maybe I am just simply overthinking, and he isn't real at all. Advice would be nice if anyone can offer it.

Sometimes I miss sleep

Not what I do every night, not what I'll continue to do for the rest of my life. I miss sleep.

I miss the slow process of laying down, with the buzzing noise of my childhood friend's TV or the distant sound of the train.

I miss my little sister telling me she could hear Rudolph on the roof or asking me for a story.

I miss the feeling of falling into sleep, and I say falling so literally, as I can still identify that familiar drop in my stomach before I succumbed.

I can still picture that same image of myself falling, not unlike Alice, into a never-ending tunnel of quilts, slowly until I headed off to my own wonderland.

I miss waking up in a sea of warmth, a hand, or a leg thrown across me, snores ringing through the room. Light hits my face from a window coated in dust. My pajamas are the same clothes I'd worn the night prior, that I'll wear again today.

I miss my childhood friend's mother softly asking me if I'd come with her to get breakfast for everyone. I don't have to put on my shoes.

I miss the feeling of falling asleep on the way to the donut shop while Green Day sings me a lullaby. The car shakes as we hit pothole after pothole, but it's still the best I'll feel for months.

I miss the way my friends mother will lightly hold a cold bottle of orange juice to my skin, the way she'll laugh softly when I shrink away from it.

I miss her asking me if I'm awake yet.

I miss answering that it's too early.

God the Gorillaz hyperfiixation coming back like a brick to the HEAD

Hanging out with my girlfriend annnnnd my pack for therianthropy day? Don't mind if I do >:3

(I'm going to make them go howl at the moon with me)

A list of my nonhuman/regression gear but it slowly turns less and less stereotypical:

1. My masks and tails. I love making masks and currently have 2 that I kept for myself. I also have a crow one I bought. I have 3 tails; wolf, coyote, and raccoon. Most I got from a renfaire I work at sometimes but I got the raccoon one from my partner because she's the best :3

2. Collars. Nuff said. Very dog. Very good.

3. Paw gloves and fingerless gloves :p

4. Chewtoys. I like biting stuff.

5. Stuffies. Specifically my raccoon and frog ones. All my stingray ones, too.

6. Small paw print blanket. Very soft. Good thing to just hold. Also my big knitted blanket. Good texture

7. My journal. Nice leather journal, my brother got me that I just fill with random thoughts and recipes. Helps me feel more creaturey.

8. Trinket shelf. I love trinkets and cool rocks. I also got a lot of bones.

9. Sticks. I have sticks everywhere from walks.

10. Paper crown and flower crown. Feels creaturey.

11. Compass necklace. There's a lot of misc. jewelry I consider gear but this one stands out.

12. My converse. All my converse. They feel like paws. I will only ever wear converse or my docs. My main 3 shoes are my glow in the dark bug converse, black converse with doodles all on em, and my brown converse specifically decorated with therian stuff.

13. My jacket and shirts. My green jacket is hgh. Me. It's me. I love that jacket. My color is green and it makes me feel like I'm me again. Its very soft too. Also, a shirt my girlfriend made me that has cut off sleeves and a bleached ribcage design that's really cool. Also have two sweaters that are very crittery and my Gorillaz shirt with their first album cover on it.

14. Anything minecraft related. I have a lot of minecraft stuff. One because I really like to play the game but also cuz it's home and I miss it.

Anyways, gear can be whatever. Have fun. (Also please talk to me about your gear that other people wouldn't really consider gear I love hearing about it.)

I love talking to people! My only rules are that if you're a minor, I'd prefer if you didn't dm me

(unless you want to ask a question or would like advice on something, but you're also welcome to just ask me that through my ask box. If you just want to say hi, feel free to do so under one of my posts, I'd he happy to respond :])

Adults are free to reach out to me either through dms or posts!

Im havin such a hard time makin Therian & Otherkin friends, i have no idea who’s ok with messaging & inbox rambles & who isn’t!

So if you’re a Therian or Otherkin & you’re ok with critters invading your inbox and/or DMing you, reblog this post or drop a comment!

I always get very agitated when anyone other than a very select few people come into the kitchen when I'm making myself food. It makes me get all growly and defensive.

Sometimes, it's made worse if they ask me what I'm making. Which is crazy! Because if the select few were to ask, I'd happily offer up half to them. But the moment someone outside of that little group tries to reach for what I'm eating, I literally have to stop myself from swatting at their hand.

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Every time I get called a pup or puppy my heart heals a little bit