Normality As Otherkin

Normality as Otherkin

Being otherkin for me right now is, I suppose calm. It isn't all gnashing teeth and rushing blood. It isn't all quadrobics and vocals.

When I discovered myself about two years ago, there was a period of intense self expression. Suddenly, after years of burying this side of myself- I remembered who I was. And I had a community to share that with (you guys).

It was constant quadrobics, vocal practice, buying gear, and moodboards galore.

Things are different now.

I still know who I am, but it's not an adventure anymore. I've reclaimed what I am. And while I have a lot to figure out, my identity is more hollistic now. My kinself is just part of my everyday life.

I growl and bark around friends, I climb the stairs on all fours, I wear my collars in public, I dress in ways that remind me of myself, I chose an academic subject where I can bring my experiences to the table in a meaningful way.

I've normalized my identity as an otherkin. I've become more whole, the way I was as a kid.

And in the process, things are more calm.

In some ways it feels like a loss, but I think its more of a transformation. Fitting for me as a shapeshifter.

I still get those periods of intensity where the tension between my two sides reemerges. But now those periods are the outliers.

This is where I am in my journey. Thank you for reading.

talking to people while holding a beverage is awesome because you don't have to know what to do with your hands and when you don't know what to do with your face you can just take a sip

employees should be allowed to steal, actually

me in my room doing quads (probably)

be critter do crime

nothing frustrates me more than when adults refuse to even slightly indulge the questions and thoughts of children. i remember one time when one of my younger cousins accidentally stumbled across the concept of purchasing power parity because she realised 10 rupees which bought her 10 candies in India only bought her ~3 candies when we went on holiday to Japan, and when she asked her mother about “why the same things cost different amounts in different places” my aunt had the audacity to call her spoiled for not understanding the “”worth” of money, that’s not what she was ASKING damn it!! your daughter just set up her own big mac index and realised a key metric of macroeconomics!!! how do you not find that utterly fascinating !! why don’t adults talk to children !!