werewolf thoughts
I’m saying this as an affirmation to myself, not a correction of anyone’s presumed interpretation of my identity: I am not an anthro wolf. I am not a wolf therian. I am not a furry or a pup. I am not manifesting my trauma into a spirit form. I am not inhabiting a wolf body in my dreams.
werewolf thoughts
To myself I say: it is okay to love this.
It is okay to enjoy the majesty and playfulness inherent in the lupine expressions of others, and to feel little or none of it in myself.
I don’t know everything about what I am, but I do not feel majestic or wise or unselfconsciously playful. I feel like a monster that is content to be a monster. Content to love and protect its own, and to be mostly unseen by others.
werewolf thoughts
Even now I feel the human urge to tie these feelings to gender or autism. Those connections could rightly be made. I will probably continue talking about those connections as I have been for years. But right now, the same part of me that rejects “she” in favour of “it” also rejects any attempt to soften or intellectualize this part of myself.
I just am what I am. A werewolf.