I Get So Excited At The Idea Of What My Future Readers Will Find Out When They Analyze My Works To Gain

A little late but here's a dumb meme I made for the fourth I thought yall would enjoy

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

*gripping my hands so hard on a young trans persons shoulders that their bones are about to break*

do not log on to 4chan.com. do not get involved in passing olympics. you will always lose. do not put afab/amab/tma/tme, that is cisgender society trying to know your “real” gender. you do not exist to please cisgender people. there is no ‘right’ way to be trans. learn your goddamn history, listen to your elders. listen to other disenfranchised groups. listen to intersex people and check yourself for intersexism. listen to trans poc and check yourself for racism. listen to disabled people and check yourself for ableism. be open to learning always. labels are meant to fit you, not the other way around. you are not weird or predatory for simply being attracted to others. you’re fine if you’re not a skinny white twink or a barbie doll. you’re fine if your body is ‘weird’. you’re fine if you don’t have heavy or any dysphoria. it’s okay if you actually don’t want to transition or anything like that. life is worth living at any stage, you deserve to be happy. I SWEAR THAT YOU ARE OKAY!!!!!

This looked fun.

1. I don't mind being called any of the things listed. I'd also add on shapeshifter. Not because I actually believe I can shape shift ( :[ ) but just that my form changes so much and my relation to my types is so fluid it really just feels like sometimes I sneeze and grow ears haha. It also plays into my interpretation of shape shifters.

2. I have a couple! A radioactive mutt (closely resembling the chernobyl dogs), a common raccoon, southeastern coyote, wolf (I've never been able to fully narrow this down to a specific kind, so I just say wolf.), and a livestock guardian dog (I haven't been able to narrow down which specifically, I think maybe a šarplaninac).

I'm kinsidering the chestnut wolf from Minecraft and one of my own characters as some kind of fictionkin, though I'm hesitant on claiming it :/

3. Probably the radioactive mutt.

4. For the mutt, sour candy. Anything that turns my tongue a different color. As for the rest, comfort foods and meat like chicken fried steak, brisket, potato soup, mac n cheese.

5. Green. Bright, bright green. Also, muted earthy tones.

6. I own lots of gear! I have a whole list about what I consider gear on my blog. I like to make masks and have made 4 for myself so far. I have a few collars, a pair of ears, tails, and gloves. I also consider all of my clothes and a lot of my jewelry gear. Even the way I dye my hair, I consider gear, haha.

7. It has made me more comfortable in my skin, and having a label and a community has helped ease a lot of the loneliness and yearning I felt before I considered myself nonhuman.

8. I'll never really be perceived by others the way I want to be, I can't change certain characteristics of myself to fit how I feel. It's harder for me to communicate with others at times because of how much of my communication is nonverbal.

9. I love hiking, camping, listening to certain types of music, dressing in clothes I feel fit my types, DIYing, and interacting with my friends and community. I get to act like a canine around my loved ones, and they don't mind.

10. I have several! Most of my types tend to revolve around the seasons, so I have different playlists for each. In the colder months, I experience more wolf and livestock dog shifts, so I listen to my winter woods playlist more. In the warmer months, I experience more raccoon and coyote shifts, so I play my summer woods playlist. My radioactive mutt type is present all year round, and I have a playlist dedicated to it called Apocalypse Dog Radio (lots of Gorillaz and other funky jams). Music is a huge part of my identity!

11. Outside of stuff I wear, I also have a ton of trinkets and such that remind me of my types and my hearthomes. I have a bunch of minecraft and some fallout 4 merch, journals I write in, sticks, rocks and shells, bells, and other little various things.

12. Yup. Lots of comfy clothes and layers. Either in warm tones or muted earthy ones. I love clothes I can go on adventures in. I also love Converse because they keep my feet close to the ground and feel like paws.

13. I used to when I was younger, and I had a fursona. I don't so much anymore, seeing as my types aren't characters. They're me. I think furries are really cool, though :]

14. I don't draw animals a whole lot but here's one of my radioactive mutt type:

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nonhuman asks

what term(s) do you prefer to be referred to as (otherkin, therian, nonhuman, etc.)?

what are you(r kintypes/theriotypes)?

most niche/obscure 'type?

what foods do you associate with your 'type(s)?

what colors do you associate with your 'type(s)?

do you own any gear? if so, what is it?

best/favorite thing about being nonhuman?

worst/least favorite thing about being nonhuman?

what activities help you connect with your 'type(s)?

do you associate any music with your 'type(s)? do you have a playlist?

do you collect anything besides wearable gear that you associate with your 'type(s), such as plushies or merch?

do your 'type(s) influence your sense of style or the way you dress?

would you consider yourself a furry? if so, do you have a fursona? is your fursona based on one of your 'type(s)?

draw or share your artwork of your 'type(s)?

this isnt a question but a request that you drink some water!

authors note: feel free to reblog! other beings can ask you questions from this list, or you can simply answer them all yourself.

How the hell am I supposed to explain to people that when I imagine my dog form it's just some of the dogs from fucking Chernobyl TwT

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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.

I think one of my favorite feelings is whenever the season starts to change and I can slowly feel myself being pulled more and more towards my coyote and raccoon theriotype with all of the sun and berries and greenery growing. I know I'll still feel my wolf and that it will return a lot stronger once the earth grows cold again, but for the time being there are snacks to eat and dirt to paw at and sunny patches of grass and clover to be slept in.

Home :(

view from Acadia - roaming around the Commonwealth Far Harbor 41/?

So I have this bit, right? It's been a while since I've done it, but if I bring it up with my friends, they can still easily understand or remember the joke.

It's called the Dan Rules. It's often comedically egotistical and vain and was made because out of our little group, it was a joke that I am (as an act) an eccetric (maybe enigmatic if I'm feeling fancy) person who does whatever the hell I want.

If people thought to question my behavior, it was often quickly followed with a "that's just Dan" from my friends and easily dismissed. Sure, some of my boldness was probably left over from my middle school years, where I felt I had to lean into my weirdness completely so people would see me more as a joke than a freak.

But then I found myself in a safe, accepting environment, one where the need to bite and snarl and run away never came. I waited a while for it to arrive for me to feel the need to play the part of the fool for my newfound companions entertainment. It shocked me when I was left with genuine love and compassion. I leaned out of self-deprecating humor and completely into the (very obviously joking and fake) role of an egotistical short and angry ruler. For fucks sake we still have the name of the group chat as "Dantopia". I still did the bit to entertain my friends, to keep them laughing at my antics. But this time, it was accompanied by my own laughter. I enjoyed a new sense of freedom it brought.

The Dan Rules came out of when we were messing around, and I'd lean into this foolish king role, and I would proclaim something insane or childish. A popular one was, "Dan is never wrong." Often followed by a warranted scoff.

But the second rule is a good one, I think, one that really shone through as a reminder that I am not now who I was before.

"I do what I want."

I hadn't had much freedom before I met my current group of friends. I was quiet and kept quiet at times. I felt muzzled and chained, and as if I was a dog because someone forced a collar around my throat and pulled me on a leash.

It wasn't only that I didn't have the choice of self-expression, though. I'd also seen what happened to people who gave too much into reckless. I grew up with the weight of their actions carried on my shoulders, and while I have always been bold in my identity and beliefs, I was quiet and still when presented the opportunities to escape from situations where people kicked me down for who I was. I feared what would happen if I left my old group. Ironically, this fear led me to be isolated.

I found myself almost completely alone in the pandemic, and my only saving grace was a new school with new people. New people who didn't tell me to shut up or that I was ugly or that I needed to stop acting like an animal or they'd treat me like one. Instead, I met friends who handled me gently and taught me it was okay to hug just as it's okay to bark, and they welcomed me. I felt at home. I felt as if I knew myself completely.

So, with the second rule, which I still follow to this day, I added a private note.

"I do what I want. Because I can trust myself to."

Know thyself

I can trust myself to bark or scowl or growl just as much as I can to love and kiss and hug. I can stay aware of what is and isn't good and how much or how little I can trust someone. I can be bold and loving all at once and welcome others with open arms and flashing fangs.

I am in complete control over myself, and even when I am doing something so I can see my friends laugh, I am also doing it because I can, and I do what I want.