jake (&) @werelan - Tumblr Blog

Being intersex and queer and plural is like. I want to be on estrogen. I want to be on testosterone. I want to be on estrogen. I don’t want to be on any hormones. I want to be on testosterone. I want to be on estrogen. I don’t want to be on any hormones. I want to-

#real #been wanting to start testosterone again but hate going to the doctor

long-lost-coyote

“He/him” in the way humans automatically call a dog they don’t know

#this #what a great way to explain it

thatgarden

Okay, fuck it, maybe this is a question for Tumblr. How do systems treat switches in conversation?

Like. I always feel so fucking awkward just butting in with a comment, or suddenly Existing and replacing the other headmate. Like our memory is pretty fine so I know the whole convo, but I'm still another person. It just feels so fucking awkward.

werelan

getting over the “wow all of this just feels so cringy and clunky” part of unmasking is the hardest

#unmasking #unmasking plurality

alterhuman-positivity

It's great to get validation and confirmation that you're not alone in your experiences, but you also need to remember this: If you experience it, it's your experience, you don't need approval from others to prove it to be real. You don't need to ask everyone "is it possible to [experience]" because if you experience it, then it's possible. You experienced it, after all! No matter how uncommon, your experiences hold value, and that value isn't up to the community to decide.

#real #frankly it’s frustrating seeing people ask the same questions over and over when the answers are all over the internet

basil-kat

No place left for freaks like me

#real #are you a red wolf too? like me?

crick nymphs have mayfly wings

#green #brown #trees #nature #plants #hiking #forest #creek #outdoors #appalachia #appalachian mountains

howlatdawn

Tell us about your favorite experience relating to your alterhumanity! We'd love to hear yall's stories

werelan

It took me some time to identify my primary altertype after discovering alterhumanity as a concept, but pretty soon I became well aware that if I am any nonhuman animal at all i’m certainly a red wolf. Red wolves once roamed freely among much of the southeastern United States but in 1980 were declared extinct in the wild, this is still true for much of the country although there is one place where they live without the confinement of fences, that being Alligator River National Wildlife Refuge on the eastern most peninsula of North Carolina’s coast. Typically every summer I take a trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina to visit my distant family and swim in the ocean, relax on the dunes, visit my favorite bar, etc, so last summer I made my way down to the wildlife refuge for a (albeit unlikely) chance to see red wolves in the wild. Unfortunately I didn’t see any wolves in person but I throughly enjoyed the visitor center and it’s exhibits, there I saw taxidermy wolves and a few pups too as well as a pristine wolf skeleton and tons of footage, I also got to touch a blaze orange tracking collar which filled me with euphoria and i’ve wanted one ever since. But by far the coolest thing that happened to me was the interaction I had with the staff member on duty at the visitor center, when she noticed I was wearing a fox tail she complimented it and proceeded to share how she was an alterhuman in the 70s, she talked about how she wore gear and had a pack of other anti-war alterhumans who expressed themselves openly, and then encouraged me to continue to be true to myself no matter how tough the political situation becomes in this country. It was incredibly inspiring and I haven’t felt so understood and respected by a complete stranger since, for the rest of the trip I felt very connected to my altertype and each location I visited (the endless beaches, massive dunes, pinaceous forests, etc) I saw myself as a red wolf, experiencing the land through a wolf’s eyes and imagining what it looked like before it was destroyed and restructured by the colonialists. To this day that is still the most intense and remarkable experience I have had with my alterhumanity and I think of it all the time, in my opinion red wolves are some of the most interesting creatures on the planet and they deserve so much more recognition.

#alterhuman #alterhumanity #alterhuman community #nonhuman #nonhumanity #nonhuman community #therian #therianthropy #therian community #otherkin #otherkinnity #otherkin community #wolf #wolves #red wolf #wolfkin #wolf therian #wolf nonhuman #wolf alterhuman

doessociative

On the subject of "they're just attention seeking" inside and outside of system communities. 💓

I have a lot of thoughts on this subject!!

Firstly, I will never claim someone is faking their experiences! I would rather believe someone who was mistaken, or lying, as opposed to risking dismissing someone who was struggling. The idea of conditional allyship is difficult for everyone involved, and often makes the groups people are trying to protect equally afraid that, if they step "out of line" they will too, be ridiculed, shamed or isolated.

I also don't believe we should insult, demean or ostracize people who are discovered to be faking, because compassion, and desire to support instead of scrutinize, is important.

Also, attention seeking always (!!) has a reason. Someone might not be given adequate attention; be taught they need to be dependent on attention to exist; be struggling and not sure how else to express that; or, in financial distress and relying on attention to gain money for survival. It's not a meaningless mechanism, or one that deserved to be shamed. Even without a negative reason, we are, generally, social creatures!!

I would also say that viewing "attention seeking" as invalidating experiences mayyy be rooted in misogyny (this isn't saying people who say it are misogynistic, please understand I am not saying this as an accusation!!) due to the history of "female hysteria" and the perception of "attention seeking" and "being dramatic" invalidating people subject to misogyny. We even see this today, where people will seek out medical care, mental health support, or general emotional catharsis, and be reduced to a "hysterical woman who is dramatic and attention seeking" and, consequently, this might be something that would be helpful to consider, and untangle!

There are also some ableist undertones in the concept, as some people (e.g those with HPD or NPD) are dependent on attention, and don't always search for that in ways that are ideal. Everyone deserves compassion, and understanding. 💓

#this #and it’s just a fact that fakeclaiming is rooted in misogyny

i only recognize myself in the mirror when i’m in corpse paint, as cliche as it sounds it truly reflects how i feel inside (i am rotting)

#bm #black #black metal #corpse paint

didhaver

"RAMCOA & OEA isn't real; it's fake or exaggerated for attention online. We'd see a lot more cases if it was."

Except you do see us.

We're on the front page of your favorite porn site. We're the tweaking homeless person you pretend not to look at on the street. We're your favorite political talking point. We're the infant in the emergency room screaming from a pain they can't comprehend. We're the black lines in classified files you make jokes about. We're buried in the backyards of farmhouses that have long since returned to nature. We're the ones who sold you drugs in high school. We're the classmate you bullied for growling and barking like an animal. We're the product of a $200 billion industry. We're the blood on your favorite politician's hands. We're alive and dead and existing as fragmented states in between.

You just refuse to look too closely because it makes you uncomfortable.

#this #but without the unnecessary discourse tags

(roadkill)

tonight i come to myself in his car

it is summer and the air is hot and dank with the sweat of decay

the night so dark it seems to swallow my whole being up into it

weakened headlights, themselves deceptive

like the work of vultures she’s been pieced up

and the worthless parts of her, tossed aside into the ditch

her eyes wide like the first deer i watched my father skin

poached in a field of wild rapeseed

i swore it will still alive, it had shuddered the whole time