Wolf Mother,
Grant me the Sense to accept the things I mustn’t try to change, the Strength to bite into those that I should, and the Instinct to know the difference.
Rawr.
Wolf Mother,
Grant me the Sense to accept the things I mustn’t try to change, the Strength to bite into those that I should, and the Instinct to know the difference.
Rawr.
I really felt so at-home at the Therian event. Lying on the floor with dozens of other furries and Therians and trans folk was so… disarming. I hadn’t really thought of whether I was a Therian or not, but then I looked up what it means to be a Therian and…
…identifies as a non-human creature…
And… yeah… I’ve identified deeply as a bird, a rabbit, but usually a wolf for DECADES. I growl when upset. I trill when excited. I run my paw through my long hair over and over to self-soothe. I feel deeply happy to be in she-wolf form in VR. My heart breaks when I see animals, especially dogs, in distress.
So… I’ve been a Therian all along. I just only recently realized it. 🙂 Rawr!
Well, actually, I took myself… and a big pillow… and a favorite plushie. What a magical, inspirational night! So many furries, therians and trans folk. And modular synth! Sometimes sitting, sometimes lying, on the floor letting the sounds and poetry and storytelling wash over us in-between group howls. Rawr!