-> @oneironott@vulpine.club @Oneironott@awoo.space

I feel simultaneously magical, embowered, and amazing and cracked, struggling, and crawling.
I feel perhaps that the truth is in both, and that these are not states that fight with each other for supremacy. In fact, there is great overlap. I am neuroatypical and have experienced great trauma, which both hinders my life in some parts and exalts others.

Something i keep remembering is that I’m treating myself better than my parents ever did.
That thought helps

Gods, I want to be a community toy more than I am often willing to admit >.>' a toy of our... lovely weird pack >.>'''

big..... animal people......

I like......big

#nocontexttheatre

I'm here
I'm queer
I'm slowly becoming a fucktoy for my extended polycule and I love it

L-look I'm not going to say I was made -just- to be bred, but it WAS a factor in design specifications

I-I'm going to slowly become a heck of a fucktoy aren't I ^^'

this is good

I've always wanted this *tailswish*

Im so gay for tails jfc

Good afternoon!
I am a TOY!

If you've ever experience what it's like to just be completely moved to -tears- by the beauty of something, that is how I felt when I first say myself in my 'fursona'. I was ashamed of that for a long, long time.

But the point is that I was -INFATUATED- with it. it was beautiful to me on a level that, back then, was kinda made fun of? "Lifestylers"
Lifestylers, of course, until the lot of us grew up, the world grew darker and pushed us to admit that we LOVED this life. We wanted it.
and it's okay. It's an okay thing to love. It's an okay thing to feel your heart -pounding- at the indulgence of it all. To desire it.

Furry seemed personal to me long before I could articulate why and long before I realized I was Otherkin/Therian/Nonhuman. I vaguely remember as a kid just... staring at certain pieces of art and just soaking in every inch... How the fur set and how tails could be expressive.
I was infatuated. I was in love, and it quickly manifested into desire, a deep wanting. longing. saudade, and sometimes dysphoria.

I'm a sap for furry stuff. maybe I should stop jesting that i'm 'furry trash', because it isn't trash. It's beautiful, and it has helped me become the very best me.
I gush about tails and ears and paws because honestly, "The Furry Body" has struck me with awe ever since I first saw them. A beautiful duality of animal and human. A bridging of this perceived gap and more than a reminder that we, too, are animals. We too are a part of nature.

Lesson/note to self:
Do not treat yourself harsher than your gods would.
Stop acting like you only have one life to do all of this in, because you know it is not the case.
You are acting according to a worldview you havn't had in a few years, and yes... habits are hard to change.

‘You believe…
So act like it.”

Thinkin’ about tails
Thinkin’ about how they swish and sway around.
Thinkin’ about the balance. The gait.
Thinkin’ about how it feels to have my tail pet, gently and lovingly
Mmhmmmm~

Dont you hate when you go to take a nap and suddenly its 5:00pm ugghh

I love my tail
I also love hypnosis files that make my tail really sensitive and vivid and hnngggg don’t mind me JUST PETTING MY TAIL AND NOT GETTING PLEASURE FROM IT
https://hypno.nimja.com/listen/397-pet_tail_pleasure