When I Am The Poor Impression Of A Normal, Quiet Everyday Joe Anytime I Leave The House, But The Second

This is me btw. In case you forgot. I am them and they are me.

lets frollick like the chernobyl radioactive dogs Okay?

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.

I'm going to start barking at the next person who tries to make me sit down and do my work.

I’m so tired of emails. I’m a dog

*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 this and only ever this

“You don’t like winter! You like Christmas!” Look at me. Look me in the tumblr. I love temperatures so cold that they reach into your spine and play your muscles like ukulele strings. I love snow drifts you have to wade through, snow slinking into your boots and turning your feet into wet, senseless lumps. I love taking a first breath in the morning and feeling every hair in my nose glitter with frost. I love slush and snow and short days and gloriously long nights. I love the awful muffling of the world under the blanket of snow. I love the quiet death of winter.

You think I’m in this for Christmas? I’m in this for the cold, for the dark, for tap dancing on the edge of survival. Winter wants to kill me so bad and I love it like a falling man loves the ground, like a Molotov cocktail loves a flame: wholly, consumptively, with everything I have to give. When the stars go out and all we have is that lush, endless winter, I will go out waltzing in winter’s arms.

And if you don’t like winter, fine, I respect that, but don’t put your words in my mouth. “You don’t like winter you just like Christmas,” the gall. The unmitigated gall.

Images that make me think of home.

I understand this completely. I personally knew about the therian community well before I ever labeled myself as one, but as an outsider, I was always too nervous to call myself one because of a lot of the conflicting information that I would hear. I didn't know if I followed enough of the "rules" to consider myself a therian, even if I'd known I'm an animal for a long time. I call myself a lot of labels, I personally don't mind what others call me.

I'm an animal, I grew up like one. Others treated me as one. The only thing that changed was the empowerment I felt when I started openly referring to myself as one.

it's interesting to me when therians speak of having an "awakening" when it comes to their theriotypes. I don't mean this in a invalidating kind of way, just in a "we have very different experiences and I want to discuss that" kind of way. i never had an "awakening", because i felt like an animal from as early on as i could remember. all my life i knew that i wasn't human. that if given the choice, i would swap my body for an animal one in a single heartbeat. if i had never heard of the word therian, it really wouldn't have mattered, because I WOULD STILL BE AN ANIMAL. when i found the term therian, my hesitance was not at all from "am i an animal or not" because i knew that i was. it was more... me doubting my understanding of the specific term. "is this a spiritual term only? would i be using it incorrectly?"- i was afraid to upset anyone. to step on toes. "am i an animal" was never even a question for me because it was always a YES.

Home :(

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

Real as fuck. I am the dogman.

queer in the way cryptids from small town folklore are queer. send post.

I love when things are going great and it's sunny outside and I can breathe for the first time in weeks without wondering how much it's gonna cost me. Summer can't come quick enough!!!