No Matter How Hard We Try To Act Like The Humans Around Us We Always Seem To Fall Short. It’s Like

It's tiring pretending to be something I'm not, like a human.

shoutout to the "cringe" otherkin

shoutout to the ones who have "cringe" sources

shoutout to the ones who have been told they are "cringe"

shoutout to the ones who are still working to release themselves from "cringe culture"

shoutout to this entire community, which has been called "cringe" again and again

yes, there has been so much "otherkin is cringe!1!!!!1" content.

and yet, we still exist.

cringe culture is dead. embrace it.

I am not a human I am a thing I am a force with an unwanted physical form I am everything and nothing I am all and I am none I am love and I am hate I am war and I am peace

the neurodivergent urge to use vaguely nonhuman body language in place of words. i love being like “i don’t really talk to this person but today i’ll sit around them longer than usual as a symbol of trust”

If I could communicate to people using only beeps and TV static I would. I hate verbal communication

i still can't stop thinking about non-it/its users responses to this post. how an awful lot of people think it's fine to refuse someone else's pronouns because of their own discomfort.

let me tell you a story.

i have been dehumanized almost my entire life. a combination of my race, disabilities, and the mental illnesses that i developed very early in my life meant i was treated like a monster. i started coming out as gay too early for my peers' comfort and that only added to that treatment. my dehumanization is enshrined in christianity. i took on the label of monster on purpose because i stopped relating to humanity. why should i want to be a part of a group who did nothing but hurt me and exclude me in the first place?

i don't need to be protected from my own goddamn pronouns. i don't need to hear about the historical dehumanization of queer people and people of color and disabled people because, like a massive majority of the people using it/its, i fucking know. i have for literal decades.

you know what hurts? telling me i don't know what's best for myself, that your discomfort with my life is more important than treating me like someone who can make its own fucking decisions, and misgendering me because you can't handle being reminded of the things that literally continue to happen to me. i'm not a poor unthinking baby that needs to be saved, and neither are the other it/its users.

if you have feelings about it/its, you can process them on your own time, like every other person uncomfortable with a pronoun set.

and for the love of everything unholy just call me by my fucking pronouns.

I love that they keep letting people know I'm in the area

A PSA to all the eldrich abominations, cryptids, wild animals running through the woods, endless pits and other nonhuman entities.

Make sure to eat something and drink some water

Even horrors beyond imagination need to sustain themselves

I think Every alterhuman at least once has walked by their reflection and was like "oh yeah, I forgot I look like this, instead of... What I'm supposed to be"

The Void feels disconnected from it’s vessel. It moves too slow and has too many yet not enough limbs.

The Void feels incorrect, The Void was not meant to be formed this way.