I Love You Otherkin.

here's one for this dreary day: you're not faking it. you're not lying to your followers. being confused, being unsure is not the same as lying. moments of doubt don't make you a fake. you're going to have ups and downs and some days you won't even want to think about your otherkin identity because it hurts too much. but you're not a liar, and you're not a fake.

hey lol

*short circuits, overheats, bluescreens, turns on fans, frame rate drops, opens 18 new tabs, sends emails containing malware to all your coworkers*

how are you :3

Spooky Self-Portrait for Mab's Drawlloween club day one. Gouache on paper, 6 x 8"

the neurodivergent urge to use vaguely nonhuman body language in place of words. i love being like “i don’t really talk to this person but today i’ll sit around them longer than usual as a symbol of trust”

*you see me in a dark corner with a mouthful of stars*

me: what?

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.

starting to understand why villains get that way

beeping. booping, even.

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.