otherkin companion open thread

Hi, all, I will likely be absent for the following fortnight, for I have just received a singing telegram from the president of the united states of america asking for donations. It is veracious to say that I am appalled beyond any appreciable amount of multi-lettered words which could be expressed on a scale discernible sans telescope that a human person who merely runs the country would request money from someone who struggles daily on behalf of the most important blog and twitter feed on the interverse. Nonetheless, it is unambiguously clear that the president of our nation requires my assistance, and I will be alighting the next aeroplane departing unto the white house so that I can explain oppression, discrimination, and racism to president barack obama. I will be submitting receipts for my airefare and any tattoos that I receive while on my trip with the great expectation that the government will reimburse me for my expenses, as one of my most important feminist acts.

In the meantime, I am opening a thread in which you may feel invited to share photographs of the non-human fur/scale/feather/exoskeleton-covered or shelled otherkin in your life. You are not obligated to post any photographs in this thread. Please do make sure that you have permission from each animal before posting. Also, when posting photos keep in mind that you may be disappearing, nonexistencing, or caching the experiences of non-animal-companioned persons, thus, your photo should not contain any images of your animal companions.

important shit, fuck famine and social justice

I am seriously fucking out of cocktail forks at this point.

In some buried comment thread in a near dead post, I wrote that I am feeling overwhelmed and that I feel like I am not even fucking safe in my own space.

Aaaaaaaand....cue tumbleweeds.

TUMBLEWEEDS.

I am saying that this space--over which I have complete control--is making ME feel UNSAFE and UNVALUED. I am fucking sick to a thousand deaths of protecting everyone else and making this blog safe for everyone except ME.

I. feel. un. safe.

And the community into which I have poured and stabbed all of my cocktail forks day after fucking day is silent.

Where is the social justice for me?

I cannot keep exhausting myself and all of my resources, my husband's disposable income, and your income--disposable and indisposable--to make this space safe for you and get NOTHING in return.

Does anyone respond on that buried thread? No. Instead my inbox is fucking FLOODED--INUNDATED--with people sending me messages like "Are you okay?" and "We noticed you missing on the blog--is everything okay?" and "What's wrong? Can I send you flowers or bake you a cake?" and "We miss you" and "We love you, Judith, hope you're okay."

WELL FUCK ALL OF THAT. I tell you that I am feeling fucking overwhelmed and you flood me with self-centered messages about how I'M letting you down and asking me to DO. EVEN. MORE. for all of you.

I am seriously, for real this time, this close to being this close to shutting the whole fucking thing down and pretending it never happened.

So, here's a fucking OPEN THREAD, since all you seem to want to do is fucking talk to each and ignore me. ENJOY, selfish, anti-justice warriors.