creature thoughts

happy pride to all my creatures who celebrate 🐾

my number one domestic cat dysphoria tip is to wait for a sunny day then just sleep in a beam of sunlight that falls on the floor. it’s cozy. it’s warm. it makes me feel like the lazy ass garfield cat that I was born to be.

sometimes I forget that I’m nonhuman, then I’ll suddenly remember. like I’ll just be chatting with a friend or going on a car ride then I’ll suddenly go quiet and think to myself, “man, fuck my stupid puppy life. why couldn’t they just let me be a dog. would that have been so terrible.”

wishing that acting like a dog and dressing like a dog wasn’t so sexualized. sigh. dog sadness forever.

I’ve got a lot of problems, but being able to bite down with full force for a couple of seconds on something would fix like at least three of them.

“feminine urge” this, “masculine urge” that. can’t a guy have a canine urge every once in a while, john. would that be so bad.

I wish I had a big fluffy wolf neck that’s 90% fur so that loved ones could wrap their arms around it to hug me. I mean, what?? Who said that???

friendly reminder that identifying as an animal on any level will never be as harmful as bullying those who do into conformity