*you See Me In A Dark Corner With A Mouthful Of Stars*

*mischievous giggle*

*scurries back into darkness on all fours*

I want to rip off my human form and become one with the stars

for some of us, this community is all we have. the people we know in "real life" don't really know us at all, and sometimes this secret of ours is more of a burden than a gift. please treat one another with kindness.

I find it so funny when we get hate just because they’re always like

“You’re not actually a robot/angel/etc you know that right?”

“You know your just a regular human right?”

Like… yeah that’s kinda the whole problem here. That’s like the whole point of this blog. If we were physically what we are mentally this blog wouldn’t exist

i want more dog friends

more cat friends

and more angel friends.

more demon friends

and god friends

and bird friends.

more wolf friends

more ??? friends.

more robot friends

and thing friends.

i want all the friends.

many if not most of us are living a double life and I feel like I should address that. too many of us can only express ourselves online for fear of bullying, rejection, and abuse from those who know us in "real life." this can be a lonely life and I just want to say - my blog is a safe space.

Anyways, support people with low/no empathy, sympathy, and/or compassion.

Those things are not required to be a good person, and nobody should feel like those things are a requirement in life.

It's tiring pretending to be something I'm not, like a human.

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.

DESPERATELY need the HRT (Humanity Replacement Therapy) that'll turn my flesh into soft silicone, my nerves into circuitry, my skin into shiny chrome, my face into a cute LED screen and my brain into an artificial intelligence supercomputer with modular interchangeable parts