I once wanted to start a therianthropy blog in my native language.
But what should I write about? I’ve never even kept a diary to have a writing habit. There’s just nothing to write about my daily life - it’s so boring.
So what should I write there, in a therian blog?
Apart from:
1. A post about my awakening - when and how it happened.
2. Various shifts.
That’s it.
I can’t possibly educate our rather conservative country about therianthropy, since we’re all different, and I can’t write about other people’s experiences - only my own, since I know myself best. They’ll read about my experience and think it’s the only right one. Or, on the contrary, others will come and lecture me with their own experiences. I’ve already had that kind of interaction - I’ve had enough.
Your homework for the day: find something about your current form that you like. Speak positively about it. Be kind. Maybe you've got long eyelashes or a cool scar. Maybe you have dark eyes or a nice smile. There's something. It may not be you, but it's yours. Treat what's yours with love, kindness, and respect.
alright I've got to do some quick math to explain attitudes towards AI to my boss.
we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)
please rb for larger sample size!
Question 1/3
What is your age, and do you feel AI is a net positive or net negative in our lives today?
Ever since I was a child, I've always suspected that something was a little.. off.. about me.
Whenever I was introduced to the term, “therian,” it all began to make sense.
In kindergarten, I'd wander the playground at school on all fours and communicate via barks, growls, and strange hissing sounds. My peers never really said anything about it, they simply avoided me like the plague; because, honestly, who wants to talk to a five or six-year-old who can barely string together coherent sentences without adding in some offputting animal noises?
During the frequent family roleplays that commenced between my peers, I would always beg and plead to be the pet. They'd always allow it, because I swore not to make it a big thing and it wouldn't interfere with anything else.
My teachers were confused, obviously. My habit of eating food from the floor began around this time, as did the bullying from my peers for my strange behaviors.
However, that's normal for a child, right? I was still developing, figuring out how the world works. No child is normal during this time. I know this, you know this, we all know this.
It first started to become an actual “problem” for those around me throughout my elementary school years.
The first year or so was normal. Like other kids my age, I was disruptive and socially inept. I made friends with a girl who claimed to be a vampire (I still think of her often, I hope she's well) and a boy who said his mom was the president. A child's imagination is near-incomprehensible to the adult mind, even though we've all experienced it in the past.
Around the time that third grade was starting, everyone around me seemed to be.. growing up. They were forming large friend groups (most of which ended up lasting until highschool graduation), becoming aware of their surroundings, and understanding human body language.
I felt as though I was stuck in time.
Unfortunately, my way of expressing feelings and emotions had yet to progress. I was still making weird sounds and scrunching up my face to showcase discomfort. I violently wiggled my lower body as a sign of excessive happiness. Basically, I hadn't figured out what the human equivalent to these signs were.
At the creek near our house, surrounded by my family, I'd remain horizontal. I despised walking on two legs, for it took me longer and it made me feel strangely tall. I was never meant to solely use my hind legs, none of us were.
I'd fold my hands to imagine them as paws and use them to dig large holes in the dark sand. Once I had a big enough hole, I defended it with my life and referred to it as my den. Some would call this early signs of derangement, but I refer to it as the early tells of who I truly was.
My family would stay at the creek for hours upon hours. On all fours with me, for the most part, was my younger brother and cousin. They were simply copying what I was doing. Whenever they pleased, they felt comfortable stopping these behaviors and returning upright. I did not.
The drive home was always devastating for my younger self. Everyone else was fine with it, ready to rest after a long day of wasting away beneath the sweltering sun. I missed my den.
If it were up to me, I'd have spent my entire life down by the water in my little den.
It wasn't up to me, though.
In the fourth grade, my cousin, brother, and I formed a sort of wolf pack. I was the leader, because I knew the most about how packs functioned in the real world, and because I was a very controlling child during this time.
We acted out this wolf pack every time we saw eachother, for hours on end. It was always my idea. They were younger, so they complied.
This continued for several years. We had extensively discussed our characters, lore, and pack dynamics. It was the highlight of my childhood, and I look back on it quite fondly.
Around this time, my family took note of the behaviors I hadn't seemed to grow out of. They told me to stand up, speak correctly, and act “normal.” So, I did just that.
Middle school attacked me like a freight train before I could even comprehend that life was moving on in the first place.
Classes got longer, recess was completely scrapped, and I no longer saw my brother and cousin as often as I once had.
Those years went by in a haze, as did my time in highschool. Dissociation kept me standing and (somewhat) mentally sane.
I was absolutely miserable, though. I felt like an animal forced to go through all the motions of being a human. These feelings persisted for so long that I believed they would become my normal.
At seventeen years old, I fully dropped out of highschool in pursuit of an early finish. I got my diploma equivalent in eleven days and, within a month, I was enrolled in college.
College was.. a lot, especially during my first year. The workload was nothing like what I had ever experienced before and studying took up most of my free time. I quickly became depressed and, as a result, spent the last bit of my free time in online communities for my favorite games.
In one of these communities, I met someone online. For the sake of their anonymity, I will refer to them as Clover.
Clover was an elk therian. At the time, I knew close to nothing about therianthropy, so I had plenty of questions for them. And, luckily, they were kind enough to answer every question that I broached them with.
Upon learning about Clover's identity, I grew curious. That little wolf-child within me who had been silenced and locked away for their own safety and sanity had begun gnawing at the bars of their mental jail cell.
The next year passed slowly as I grew to accept every part of myself again, and show myself the love in which I deserve. Over this period of time, I created this account to make likeminded friends and learn more information about the community.
Finally, I had a reason as to why I acted the way that I did whenever I was younger. I wasn't just some strange child with an inability to move on. No, no. I was a pup, lost and confused and raised by humans who refused to accept me for who I was.
All therians will, at some point, start off this way; as pups, or kits, or hatchlings, or chicks, or whatever the term may be.
As they grow, they will turn into the incredible creatures that they are. Their wings will carry them far, their paws will spread out to encompass the world, and their antlers will reach the treetops.
Therianthropy is a beautiful thing, one that shouldn't be feared or slandered. One day, I hope that everyone will understand it, or, at the very least, respect it, more.
Short essay written by user WULFBONES on Tumblr, 2026.
My prey drive has been insanely high lately. But, I've been scared to talk about it because, I experience prey drive a bit... Differently, than what is normally discussed.
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Look, I don't know how to say any of this eloquently. So, I really do want to stress, if you are a prey animal or otherwise sensitive to discussions around hunting, prey drive, or anything of the likes, I urge you to turn away. I have plenty of other silly posts, but, this one is not that.
One thing I've never seen discussed with prey drives, is the idea of "play". Cats, big cats especially, are known for playing with their food. Often catching and releasing them, intentionally letting their prey run around more than is necessary. Batting at their prey, playing around with them, carrying their prey around in their mouth before killing it. And more.
This behavior has often been demonized in human society. It's deemed cruel, and sadistic, and is often used as an excuse for cat haters, to continue hating on cats. Even though there are perfectly logical and biological reasons for this behavior. And plenty of other species do this as well. Which, is why I've been so afraid to talk about my personal experience with this particular drive. Because, as much as we exist in a community of alter/nonhumans, we as a community still tend to fall into these human morals, simply on the basis of existing in human society.
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My prey drive revolves predominantly around the urge to stalk, and chase prey. Occasionally I get the urge to bite, maul, or consume something. But, for me, the thrill of hunting isn't to kill or eat.
This brings up two challenges.
1: I do not wish to actually torment any living creature.
2: there are few ways for me to satisfy this urge.
I've tried hunting my toys before. But, it has always been really difficult for me to get into the right zone for that. It just feels too silly, especially since my toys can't move so, I just get bored quickly. HOWEVER, I do enjoy playing fetch. If I'm playing with someone else, and they can throw the toy/coin/torpedo for me, it allows me to better mental shift and lock onto my prey, especially as I cannot predict where it will be thrown next. I could genuinely play fetch for hours without getting sick of it. But, it relies on the other person's stamina and whether or not I can safely go into a mental shift around them. Making it a very intimate game for me.
I know for many alterhumans, hunting can be a very valuable way for them to release their prey drive. But, I struggle to find any satisfaction in hunting with bows, or guns, or other artificial weapons. Since the thrill for me revolves around stalking and chasing, I just struggle to enjoy using weapons and other forms of gear. Especially since I can't allow myself to have a proper mental shift, as I cannot hunt alone, and I have to be fully in charge and aware of my weapons and gear.
Kink is probably one of the more affirming ways for me to satisfy this urge, but, also the hardest to fulfill. Things like CNC, and primal play are very affirming to me, but they can also be really triggering or even dangerous. Consent and safewords are vital in all forms of (nonsexual and sexual) play, but these kinks especially require intense respect, understanding, care, and enthusiasm, as well as the appropriate aftercare, boundaries, and understanding health and safety. it's not only hard to finding a partner who is interested in exploring those kinks, but it's also hard maintaining such a potentially risky dynamic in a healthy manner.
Strangely, though, the most affirming way for me to release this urge, is through hide and seek, or similar games like prop hunt. I get extremely strong mental shifts while playing hide and seek IRL. Seekers are kind of expected to tease the hiders, and it's not uncommon for them to crouch down or even crawl around, while searching for the hiders. Making it the absolute best game to play as a predator. I am almost expected to be more chaotic and feral while playing as the seeker. Meaning, I can mentally shift as much as I want, and take however long I want. I can even play with my prey, pretending I don't see them, when I really do.
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All in all, prey drive is something I want to explore and talk about more. As it's one of those things that is unjustly demonized even within our own community. Which, is a shame. There are so many ways to experience prey drive, and so many ways to express it as well. And so many of us experience it, yet so few of us talk about it. Often due to how demonized it is.
I hope anyone reading this knows that, if you experience prey drive, you are not alone. Nor does it make you a disgusting freak. You shouldn't have to bottle up your prey drive or be made to feel gross or lesser because of it. All that matters is you are expressing it in safe and ethical ways.
Feel free to use this post to vent, rant, or share your own experiences with prey drive, and share how you go about expressing it. I'll make sure to read everything and offer any love and advice to those who may need it
My partner's friend's little sister is a therian, and whenever their friend has had a concern or question, they've come to me, which I deeply appreciate. I don't really know much about this kid other than she's a wolf and a tween and she's been brave enough to tell her whole family about therianthropy.
Today, at the local pride parade, there were a couple therian kids (I assume, with the masks and tails) running around, and I got to thinking about the little sister. Turns out her parents are considering enrolling her in a special ed class at a Waldorf school, where about half the students are therians and the teachers are supportive of therianthropy.
We live in a time where there are therian classrooms with supportive teachers. I broke down crying in the middle of the parade when my partner told me. Fuck dude, I'm tearing up all over again writing this. There are therian kids growing up right now, being open about their therianthropy and meeting support and acceptance from teachers and peers and parents and siblings, and being in a class surrounded by half a dozen other therians of their own age.
I never could've even imagined something like this when I was a 13 year old baby therian.
Something that is a constant point of talk in the Alterhuman community is "Where are the Elders at?" "Why don't Elders post as much anymore?"
And as someone who's been in the community for over 10 years now, I distinctly remember thinking "Hah, that'll never be me. I love posting about my alterhumanity"
But low and behold, I've kinda fallen off from posting daily. Heck its a miracle if I make a post once a month!
Sure I lurk around the tags and forums. I'm active in the comments at least. But I've definitely noticed my presence in the community falling to the back burner.
So I'm calling all "Elders" and "Greymuzzles"
Go ahead and pick a couple of questions from the following and answer them (or answer them all, I'm not a cop) vvvvvv
What are some ways that you still struggle with Alterhumanity?
What are some Alterhuman Success stories you have? (Whether it be finding a neat hack for dealing with species dysphoria or a fun affirming encounter you had such as coming out to a friend)
What are some lessons that you've learned after all these years?
What are some writings that you've done that you think are still relevant now? (feel free to link to them!)
What are some major differences in what the community was like when you discovered it vs how it is now?
How did you deal with the "Hype" of discovering your Alterhumanity wearing off?
What have you learned from the newest generation of Alterhumans?
Feel free to tag people, respond directly to this post, or to make your own post!
