I Suppose It's Not Wholly Correct To Say That I've Only Been Doing This For Around A Year; I've Definitely

Yes, the hilarious karmic backlash of forcing a non-human misanthrope to live as a human, with every trait that could fit into humanity being carried along with him. The pain running down the length of my back where my wings had been, the hypermobility with joints that break far more easily, cold blue blood translating to dysautonomia, and for it to be so isolating. Something of a fitting punishment, I suppose.

I'm not entirely sure what I've even read this year, though I may post some pictures of my personal library in place of a reading list; there's a few books I know for certain I've read this year, but I feel it may be an incomplete list.. I may actually list the ones I know for certain and separately list the ones I'm not sure of.

The nature of this blog means that it would be a fantastic place for me to catalogue my reading; it's also making me face the unfortunate reality of seeing that I don't seem to be reading very much this year..

I must say, being involved with the kin community on a genuine level is still something I value, but I am not certain how much I still identify with it. This blog will remain standing of course, but I may discuss spirituality on a more general level.

Really though. It is exhausting to have to pretend to be human.

My kintype's birthday is alleged to be the day right before mine and only now do I realize that I should celebrate it not just as a character birthday as I've been, but also as an extension of my own since. well. kin.

Coming home and metaphorically taking off the little hat they make me wear to reveal my antennae, pulling off the shirt I have covering my wings, existing in my own space as what I truly am

30 Day Fictionkind Challenge

Day 14: What are shifts like?

There isn't a way to say it that doesn't sound poetic. They're difficult to describe in all actuality, and I've noticed how the feelings have changed as time has gone on. Allow me to use a vehicle analogy. The first shifts felt as though the wheel was being taken from me while I controlled the gas and brakes, but now it feels as if I am still in full control, only taking driving directions from a close and trusted friend.

A shift feels like moonlight scattering across a landscape, like incense or candle smoke permeating a room, like rose petals and love notes. Wholly unique, yet simultaneously ubiquitous.

This can be such a funny way to go about my life because sometimes he's here and I know exactly why, and it just feels like we're commiserating.

Must also say! I don't usually have phantom limb sensations but I can't shake the one day I could distinctly feel where my wings would have trailed down my back

30 Day Fictionkind Challenge

Day 3: Who are you open about it with?

I am quite open about this online, but there are two very close real-life friends of mine that I recently spoke about this with. It went over very well, though I did leave a lot of information more implicit than anything; nonetheless, everyone understood what I was conveying. I am also open about my kin identity with a family member who also experiences kin.

Day 4: Do you participate in the fandom of your source? How do you do so?

I participate quite often! I produce quite an amount of fanart and analysis for my kin, as well as for the other characters he was pictured to be closest with. I am also active in the self-ship community, also with my kintype. It is a bit of a complex situation, but love is always at the core for me, no matter how I choose to participate.