Physically Disabled Alterhuman Here. Can Confirm, It Isnt Just About Quadrobics. Some Of Us Cant Run

Physically disabled alterhuman here. Can confirm, it isn’t just about quadrobics. Some of us can’t run around on all fours. Some of us can’t make or afford gear. And a lot of us are adults.

That being said, a lot of the mask designs are really cool, and I would totally get one if I had money

Semi rant but it's kinda annoying how therians immeditaly get coined with quadrobics/walking on all fours. The identity part get's really pushed out of the way for outsiders, not having any other look on the community than younger people wearing masks and doing quads.

A therian is not defined by mobility/a sport. A therian is not defined by wearing mask nor a tail nor any gear, if you don't want or have any. A therian is not defined by age.

I dislike the TikTok part of the community for that, even though I post on TikTok myself.

reblog if you’ve never hit post limit before.

Like if you have, comment if you’re currently on it or ignore if you want idk im just curious

To anyone getting mad at the alterhuman community for using the word “dysphoria” to describe how they feel, please know that it actually is an accurate description of the feeling. It doesn’t make someone transphobic to use a word that isn’t only associated with trans people. Please know what words mean before getting mad at someone for using that word.

As an alterhuman who is also trans, I can say that gender and species dysphoria feel pretty much the same

Oh, the fangs I’ll get when I have money and dental insurance… oh, how gloriously sharp they’ll be…

I will become the cryptid in the woods they all fear…

the nonhuman urge to get teeth modifications💔 they’re not pointy enough. not sharp enough. not good enough for tearing off massive chunks of meat. i want to smile and for people to see my sharp, menacing fangs glinting in the moonlight. i want them to poke my gums, and when i twist my head and smile, it makes everyone’s guts squirm around like rabid worms. i want to be frightening. more frightening than the dawn after a moonless night. or more beautiful then the moon shining her soft rays down to caress your broken face after a blistering day. not just my teeth, but my claws as well. i have been robbed of my natural beauty, my sharp points and alarming presence in this humanly existence, and i need them back.