It/its Pronouns - Tumblr Posts

I wasn’t always a Monster. But I don’t think I was ever quite Human, either.

Perhaps I was always Different by their standards. Fascinated by little knickknacks, collecting things. Always acting a little off, always seen as a little weird. Perhaps I was never meant to be Normal. And that’s fine.

But everything changed when He came into our lives.

Then there was loud, there was fear, and I had to grow claws and fangs and be loud too to protect myself from it.

They don’t want you to be loud and fierce at school. When that happened, they would trap me in the corner. Trap me like a beast in a cage and let me roar and attack uselessly until I had no fight left in me.

But they couldn’t remove the claws and fangs, no matter how hard they tried.

Treat me like an animal long enough and I will act like one, and like an animal I longed to escape my cage. So I would try to run, but they would always catch me.

And when I was “home” after they caught me, He would hear about it. He would come by my bedroom where I sat miserably and stare at me with this cold look. He never spoke a word but His expression told me everything. It was beyond disgust. I was less than human in His eyes. I was a beast in a cage to be gawked at.

When I did something the Humans did not like, She would always hesitate to beat me. She claimed it hurt her too. That was a lie. He did not hesitate. He did it with such vigor and malice one might think He enjoyed it.

As monstrous as I am now, I’m nothing compared to Him.

Many years later was when I realized this body wasn’t right for me. I told Her I needed change.

“You can’t go on testosterone. You’re too fat.”

I knew that wasn’t right but I knew I couldn’t get it without Her help, not yet.

I tried to eat less, I tried to become skin and bones to make Her happy but the Hunger only got worse and it became Ravenous. I had to eat more. I had to eat less. It was never enough- it was too much. I must waste away- I must rip Him limb from limb and devour His flesh so that He cannot hurt me anymore. Will the Hunger stop then? Will the Anger stop when he is dead?

I’ve lost weight. It never made a difference. She finds new excuses. That was never the reason.

“I can’t call you ‘it.’ I could never do that to you, it’s dehumanizing.”

She doesn’t realize it’s too late for that. I’m not Human anymore. I’m not Like Her.

And I don’t want to be.

I’m trapped in a cage. Pacing. Freedom is right there but I have nowhere to go.

I should be wild. I should be free. I can’t be wild, I never learned how to hunt. I can’t be tamed, I bite people who get too close. I am neither. I can’t live in the wild or in the home. Where does something like that go?

Maybe I was never Normal. But now I will never be.

Since I am having a Bad Day right now and I think my family members are making up their "nonbinary friends" who are personally offended by my existence-

And since I want this to reach the outer corners of Tumblr, not just my mutuals who I know are okay with my pronouns, please reblog!!!

; truly ! I've been called depressed for using It/Its for myself and a " horrible person " for using it on others like- that's its pronouns ?? What ??? qwq

The amount of people that probably think I hate my friends because I call them 'it' is insane

I love this, people tried to hurt y'all and you're like 'actually, this slays. thank you for the pronouns!' ultimate power move. Bigots stay losing

i've been referred to by it/its a lot more lately and i'm realizing just how much i love that. it feels so comfortable and natural. we're using it/its as our primary pronouns from now on, this rules. it feels right as an androgynous person, as an intersex person, as a butch dyke, as a nonhuman, as a genderfucker, as a genderqueer person, as a punk. i don't feel dehumanized in a bad way. one would refer to a wolf, a coyote or a horse as "it". that suits me just fine, as all of those things. all i feel is something right

Seriously though, I have yet to hear anyone use 'it' for me bc of the nature of pronouns- however the idea of it just brings me so much joy. Like yes that is me the feral dragon man in your closet.

I’m sorry but I love being called an it. “But it’s dehumanizing!!” Okay? And what if I told you that’s kinda the point?? 🤨