*me When I Hear A Camera Shutter Right Next To Me*

*me when I hear a camera shutter right next to me*

nothing frustrates me more than when adults refuse to even slightly indulge the questions and thoughts of children. i remember one time when one of my younger cousins accidentally stumbled across the concept of purchasing power parity because she realised 10 rupees which bought her 10 candies in India only bought her ~3 candies when we went on holiday to Japan, and when she asked her mother about “why the same things cost different amounts in different places” my aunt had the audacity to call her spoiled for not understanding the “”worth” of money, that’s not what she was ASKING damn it!! your daughter just set up her own big mac index and realised a key metric of macroeconomics!!! how do you not find that utterly fascinating !! why don’t adults talk to children !!

fuck w me

I'm assuming physical body = the external body, the body used to directly interact with objects in this reality. Mental form would equal the form internally, the one not directly used. If that makes sense, hopefully.

ode to color ✨️

God As Otherkin

I want to talk to you about how being otherkin, and growing up (distantly) religious, has influenced my understanding of God. If that interests you, then buckle in.

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My family wasn't religious growing up. My parents weren't, neither were my siblings. My grandma however, was. I did the prayers she told me to do before bed, and sat quietly while she read and explained various parables and passages from her text.

To me, religion was a thing that I was told to do. Not a belief that I had.

Eventually, that changed somewhat. I began "making up" my own prayers. Treating God as something to talk to, even if I wasn't getting any answers.

Over time however, that faded. I began to proudly proclaim myself an atheist at first. Then an agnostic.

In terms of conventional beliefs regarding God, I'm still agnostic. I don't believe in any of the Gods outlined by any religions I'm currently aware of.

Yet now that I'm an adult I find myself seeing nature in a very similar way to how I experienced God and religion.

A distant force, vast and on some level incomprehensible. Capable of being spoken to, but not likely to answer you. A thing to which you belong, without ever really understanding what it is.

People talk in reverence about being in the presence of their deity. In a sense, I feel similarly about nature. It isn't a reverence exactly, but a sense of awe and even smallness.

My kintype isn't quite human, nor is it an animal exactly. But it belongs to that world anyway. Made in the image of this complex web that I don't fully understand.

As a werewolf, I see myself as a product of nature. Even though my kind may have never existed in the wild, in a way we did. The myth of the werewolf is in many ways, a fear of the natural world. I am every predator that mankind has ever been afraid of. And yet I am also none of them.

When I'm out there in the wilderness, there's the feeling of connecting to my kintype. But there's also another feeling. The feeling of being surrounded by something ancient, indisputable, and in a way powerful.

That's my God. Not a definable figure, or a thinking being from another world. Instead, a vast force comprising every living and inanimate thing. The organic and inorganic history that shaped my bones.

An invisible shepherd.