There's is such a duality to therianthropy, or at least my experience with therianthropy. I love being a bear, I love expressing myself beyond being human. Calling myself a therian is like putting a name to the face. The Thing that claws and snarls in my chest is the real me. But there is also a sense of captivity. The light gets so easily snuffed out by needing to fit a standard. The beast in trapped in a bipedal, fur-less, tail-less, claw-less cage.
It's not always easy to play pretend, to act like you're just like everyone else. Even though there are rough moments, where your feel like an imposter, like you're in a costume that doesn't fit right, you're still a wonderful being. A creature, a critter, an otherworldly being, or whatever you really are. You are valid and loved.
It's important to me that everyone understands that if you've got an autistic friend who periodically sends you pictures/videos/whatever of your Thing, because they know you're into it... They love you.
Now don't get me wrong, It may not necessarily be romantic love, they might not want to run off to a little farm in Montana where you'll be married forever and raise little sheeps...
But they definitely love you. And they're so happy when they spot a post about X and go "ooh, my friend likes X! I'll send it to them!".
Because they love you and want you to be happy.
I wrote a short piece of flash fiction based on a tumblr post that kind of made me feral, and some people I know encouraged me to make a cover for it and slap it on Scribblehub despite it's length.
So, I did! You can read that here if you'd like.
As for the cover, I slapped together something simple really quickly last night. Here's what that looks like:
Anyways, that's all for now! Ciao <3
Being a dragon roughly the size of a great Dane laying in a warm home while someone lovingly strokes the scales above and beneath my wings would fix me.
Any creatures that would like to be pat, please reblog this post
in the forest. straight up "wagging it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. My phantom tail
Reblog to give a transgender dragon a legendary item with a high roll in stat modifiers.
too many stories about turning yourself into a monster as a metaphor for pretending to be something you aren't and losing yourself in the process. not enough stories about turning yourself into a monster as a metaphor for choosing to openly embrace yourself even if it's strange to other people
you want to give the dragon chin scritchies you want to feel the purr of a content dragon wrapped around you you want dragon cuddles you want dragon to give you kissies you want to fall asleep wrapped safely tucked in dragon warm embrace
FUCK YOU I'M ALSO A DRAGON AND I'M GAY AND TRANSGENDER