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Which also tells me that the princess is often picking up other selves to take her place to put up with people who don't really care much for her. She doesn't appear to have any actual friendships to uphold, no one who she is close to, no one to notice when she's no longer around.

Only her handler seems to care about how she feels or what she wants.

We know other self Sabrina has friends and an active school life, people she is currently invested in and care about. We know that if she went missing people would notice and worry for her safety right away. That kind of life...I bet the princess wants it more than anything, more than money or royal luxury. I mean why else would she just keep running away?

Of course she always comes back. That's probably a moral dilemma she struggles with, take the place of her other self forever or return home and let the other self go back too.

but also, something that reinforces this is the way she dresses. Only her servants are aware of how weird it is she's not wearing period appropriate clothing all the time, but even then they don't notice her eyes are a different color. Princess Sabrina has green eyes while her other self has amber eyes. Even Caesar doesn't notice this and he's obsessed with her beauty! He doesn't care about her either! No one so far has shown any kind of consideration for the princess outside of their designated social roles. I mean yeah, it's old school Japanese culture but even so, I've seen classic otome and magical girl stories with more care than this! I think it's pretty indicative of the kind of like princess Sabrina has to live and it's a pretty sad and lonely one.

Dunno if im comin back yet, My life got really fucking chaotic and constantly dealing with my shit getting reposted was disheartening. I never thought my shit would get eyes on it and If i'd been able to assume it even could then i woulda done more to protect myself from it.

anyways, here's the important thing I wanted to say:

It's been over a year, and I've been moving in different social circles, talkin to new beautiful people, and learning lots.

Transandrophobia isn't real.

Trans men are oppressed because we're transgender. When zooming out and looking at the material systems that create oppression and marginalization, being a man is not a part of that.

As a black man, the major intersections i'm sitting at are being transgender, being neurodivergent, and being black.

There's no such thing as the wide-scale systemic oppresion of men that trans men are being affected by. That doesn't exist.

Trans women are sitting on the intersections of being transgender, and also being women. These are two identities that are systematically punished for existing, and that's why transmisogyny is a useful word and concept to understand.

"Transandrophobia" is a misunderstanding of how intersectionality actually works. when talking about gender-based oppression, again, there is no systematic oppression of men for trans men to be uniquely affected by on top of being transgender.

(Im also not saying we don't face misogyny. Depending on how well you "pass" you probably do still face misogyny in your life. but being trans and facing misogyny as a trans man is not what transmisogyny is referring to. Transmisogyny refers to the intersection trans women sit at of, again, being transgender and also being women.)

I'm not the most perfectly educated about this, but considering the previous post on this blog (that i deleted) i wanted to say what i know enough to say.

Please read Whipping Girl by Julia Serano. Read Julia Seranos articles. Pleass listen to the trans women who have been trying their hardest to explain this to our dense asses to little avail.

Give a trans black woman $5 so she can buy a little treat.

(By the by, not trying to put down spiritual therians here! I love you guys /gen)

“How did you know?”

Well I can’t answer with “meditation and spiritual discovery.” I used to think that was it. But no when I was 13, I found the otherkin community, and just kind of started getting in tune with that part of myself that, over time, has become more and more inseparable from my being until we get to where we are today, where being a dogboy is my whole personality, identity, and life.

“Why are you a therian?”

MAN IDK. I don’t think I was born this way. I can’t say that it’s “part of my soul.” I think I was made this way, through social conditioning mixed with my autism. Idk why I ended up like this specifically, or why I specifically feel like a dog. I just do.

Spiritual therians seem to be able to explain themselves so easily. I love y’all. To an outsider, it’s easier to think “oh yeah reincarnation and spiritualism and animism and stuff!” Like that can be easy to digest. But for people like me? That’s a harder pill for most people to swallow.