For a long time I never really had a name to my love and connection for space. In middle school I discovered the term spacekin on this very app. Scrolling the tag during class I was in awe. It resonated with me but I shrugged it off as something cool but not something I’d call myself, surely I’m not well versed enough on the topic of astronomy to call myself that.
Years later in college I kinda rediscovered the term along with even more terms. I ultimately confessed that space-synpath felt right. I don’t believe myself to be the embodiment of an ever expanding vacuum filled with astronomical bodies and phenomena. But my connection to space felt so strong and abnormal to an everyday human being that surely it must’ve meant something.
I’ve adopted the term of alienkin too. Back then I took these terms very literally, it’s something I do everyday so it’s not a surprise. But as I got older I realized that it doesn’t have to be literal for it to be true. For as long as I can remember, I’ve never felt like I belonged. Even when I found a group of people I considered friends and felt safe to be myself around I couldn’t help but feel as if I was always 10ft away. And this feeling of me not belonging paired with life experiences that feel like a cruel joke where everyone got an instruction manual to be a human and I didn’t? It didn’t help and it’s only gotten worse as I’ve gotten older. I remember when I would make comments like “humans are weird” and referring to my body as vessel when I was younger. It didn’t last for very long as my brother would poke fun at it. But I can’t help but still make these “humans and their ways” type of comments in my head.
I’ve found great comfort in embracing these identities. They make me happy. It makes me happier that they’re related to my favorite thing ever. I do not have any memories of past lives or even dreams of such a thing. I do not experience the phantom limbs other alienkin do. I’ve experienced life in a way that the metaphorical has felt so real that it doesn’t feel figurative anymore.
I just know that I am an alien among humans, I’ve always have been. I’m an alien in disguise. One that longs for what is out of my reach.















