youth, Being Other
I always felt radically different, even as I discovered my sexuality and gender. Up until a year or so ago there was always just... difference.
The only thing that ever made sense to me as a kid was looking far up beyond the sky and wanting to go home. At.. 8? whenever I could grasp it really.
youth, otherkin, postfurry
I never stopped looking to the stars. I never stopped begging some cosmic spark of chance to come take me home.
Talk about feeling astranged from one's culture. I always felt estranged from.. all cultures. humanity.
Until I met this amazing community that is postfurry.
and then I took a trip to seattle, and I fell in love.
Even after so, so long of repression, it sank in like welcoming me home. And they did just that.
youth, otherkin, postfurry
I had hardly ever talked to another kin folk. I had hardly ever uttered words out loud and I was afraid it'd been just too pushed from my brain.
But oh no.
Since then the weird plinko chips sorta fall deeper.
somehow, I've always been this. I knew it even in my earliest youth.
youth, otherkin, dysphoria
@Oneironott ... some days, too...
It's ok. You are a good plush. You can talk freely amongst all the stars, out here.
youth, otherkin
I guess I could go on forever about the possible reasons why, but I guess it's obvious to me now in some deep way that only comes from what feels like that slow motion Plinko game where the fact just sinks deeper and keeps hitting pegs labelled "Yet Another Realization"
I'm not human. I'm not from earth. I'm from out there, beyond this system.