idk why i have a blog when im just an animal experiencing fear
“I’ve been trying to go home my whole life—”— Chelsea Dingman, from “Psychogeography,” published in The Los Angeles Review
“We’re all only human.”
But some of us are not.
Wolves are in our city. Our city. Your city. My city. You live here, and you think that only you live here. But we live here too.
Have you heard the legends of the sea people, the forest people? Have you heard of selkies and swan maidens, shapeshifting wolves, monsters, creatures of light and air?
We are them.
There’s no magic in this world to support us. We don’t shapeshift. We don’t become wolves when the moon is full. We don’t slip on our seal skins and escape the land. We just live here, day after day on this earth, silent among you, trapped in human bodies. We are powerless, and harmless. We can’t change, and there is nothing you can do to help. But we know who we are.
So why are we here?
Because we want a voice, and we want people to understand. You can help to make our lives on this earth a little better. By believing us. By learning. By listening when someone tells you, “I don’t think I feel like a human”. Or, “inside, I’m really a bird”. By not judging us as crazy.
By understanding that there have always been people like us, and we’re not going away. But now, we’re invisible.
This is not advertising for anything. This is not a joke. This is just a message.
Please listen to us. We’re far away from home, and we just want to feel less alone.
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But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you.
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“Tell me where it hurts, she’d say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where. But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.”— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
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