Otherkin and Me

Me and my relationship to being otherkin. Get ready to rock and scroll!

Awakening

All my life, I never felt fully human. I never had full on hatred for humans. I was diagnosed as autistic from a very young age and always knew that's why I was different. But I still didn't "click" with the idea of being human even under the autistic lens.. It felt...Boring. I didn't relate to it. I wanted to roam free and run wild, to be a creature of the night and not have to deal with regular human problems. I remember fantasizing about being able to run on all fours, to break away from the normal human life and just be a creature.

I grew up with only cats up until I was 7 or 8. I've been around them since I was an infant. They have always brought me company, even if they weren't always wanting mine everyday. I didn't encounter dogs much and I feared them. They seemed big and unapproachable, while cats were safe. Quiet. Small yet actively hunting for food and demanding for your attention. I loved cats dearly and still do, but one night was what showed me what dogs really were.

With cats, I adored being with them, I loved their soft silky fur, their amusing attitudes, how they were just. Such little guys. They were simultaneously angelic and yet oh so devilish with their penchant for mischief. I honestly related to them, especially in the depictions of them walking around on two legs, being silly little guys. And to earn the trust of a cat is one of the most rewarding things ever, as cats can be darn aloof sometimes. They can be mean, they can be sassy, they're not always outgoing. And then that furball you thought hated everyone is snuggling against you, purring.

One night, I was in my family's car as we were back from grocery shopping. We were in the pitch black forest, lit only by our headlights. In this darkness, we spot a white fox creature sitting at the side of the road, just chilling there. We remarked how pretty it was, and we wanted to get a closer look. It wasn't a fox at all.

It was a dog. A beautiful one at that. He was a fluffy golden retriever/chow mix, with blonde fur, classic puppy dog eyes and a smile that lit up the world. He looked like a cross between a dog, a teddy bear, and a wolf. He was unbelievably friendly with us, showing no fear and even jumped up on us to see us, clearly having been recently abandoned. Poor pooch. We took him home and named him Panache after a Doodle I had in ToonTown at the time, but he soon became just Nashy. At first, I was a bit startled yet intrigued by him, as he'd jump on me and scratch me, yet he was so sweet, yet so wild!

Nashy acted as a gateway for dogs to me, showing that their energy was often to play, that they just wanted to be loved. This was only further confirmed when a year later, when we rescued another dog. Brownie: Brownie was originally a stray dog from a bad neighborhood, having been abandoned by his old owners. He was trained to be a guard dog. to attack on sight if anyone ever broke into their house. But then his old owners just abandoned him. He was next to an empty house that used to have people there, clearly. They left him behind. Brownie is still here at the time of this writing, and he's a nervous, nervous boy, but he's a total sweetie. Even if he doesn't trust 99% of all dogs ever. And has a territorial streak. Really, both of these boys are among the sweetest beings I've had the pleasure of meeting.

I think back to what my dad said years ago about dogs: "Even the meanest, toughest dog is silly. All dogs are silly." I think about this as every dog I have ever encountered had the "silly" in them, and the capacity to love. I think back to this remembering how Nashy stayed sweet to us, even if in his final years he was going senile and became afraid of everything else. I think of this when I remember Brownie's past as a guard dog, to be a giant lapdog who whines the second Mom isn't in the house. I think of this whenever I see my friend Alex's pitbull, Nora, a breed people fear more than actual wolves. And how she's just a big baby who barks and whines when she doesn't get instant attention right when she wants it.

I also recall how Dad would joke that, since Mom and Dad are the ones who'd be caring for our pets, and people often consider pets their children, that Nashy, Brownie and our cats were my brothers. It was just a joke, but to the oldest child, I did wonder if this is what it was like to care for a younger brother. My pets are family, and I care about them the way I do my parents and little sister.

I was always a biology animal science kid, specifically for dogs, cats, and wolves. Dogs and cats were what I had at home and I always wanted to know more about my fuzzy friends. But why wolves? Well, when I first got Nashy, I legit thought he was a wolfdog. I was a child and had no clue he was just a chow mix. I had no idea what wolfdogs actually looked like beyond that they looked wolfy. We'd always compare Nashy to a werewolf, and to a child who first met him on the side of the road, it wasn't far-fetched to think he was actually a wild animal. Child me had the last laugh, though, considering chows are a basal breed. I'd endlessly read about wolves, how they form a pack, how they're big scary hunters, how they howl, how they have alphas of the pack, how just fierce they seemed, and yet they were close relatives of dogs. And come on, man, wolves are just rad.

Wolves lived outside of the bond with humans and thrived just as dogs do with them. There's something appealing about that as an autistic trans guy who's already trying to navigate a world full of human, mindgames. I'd envy dogs for what they are physically and the idea of being loved by my family while not being human. Same goes for cats and how they can be both dependent and independent of humans in a sense, but wolves? Wolves literally get to go "EYYY FUCK THAT SHIT" and dip out entirely.

Adding fuel to the fire was werewolves, as a concept. As a child, they seemed frightening, being regular people who'd suddenly transform into a wild animal and rampage without a care in the world. The idea of being attacked by one was every fear I'd have of being attacked by a wild animal, only turned up to 11! I remember this story I read from a book about cryptids and urban legends about stuff like, bigfoot and aliens. The story goes was that a woman was out late at night, when suddenly, she attacked by a giant scary wolflike monster! It bit down on her red dress and tore it up as she managed to escape. The morning after, in the same area she was attacked, was a man who woke up in a bush, with red threads stuck in his teeth.

Ever since I read that story, I have feared yet stayed morbidly fascinated by werewolves. I used to be legit scared of one attacking me (I was 9! Leave me alone! Grr!). So imagine my surprise when Monster High comes out, and they have all these monsters as cute dolls! Instantly, I fell in love with Draculaura for just being the darn cutest, with a certain few dolls not far behind...Clawdeen Wolf, daughter of a werewolf, and Catrine DeMew, daughter of a werecat. A wolf girl and a catgirl, this is awesome! And I always wanted Catty Noir but never had a chance to snatch her. RIP.

Kin List

Animal/Mythological

Fictional

Kin Feels

I don't experience any kind of "shift" really, I don't feel it physically. I am fully aware I am physically human, and I don't think it's any kinda past life stuff for me. Instead, I feel psychologically kin with nonhumans as a concept and wish I could actually be a creature instead of a boring ol' human. I wanna run around on all fours and gnaw on things! I wanna have a big fluffy fur coat to protect me from the elements! I want to just be in a body I feel matches my sense of self more. I feel species dysphoria when I'm reminded I'm not physically a dog-wolf-monster thing, and if I could change my body to be different, I would! On the flipside, I can experience a lot of species euphoria when I'm surrounded by stuff that makes me feel closer to my kin source. Like, more at home. More "me" than what my body will let me be.

With character kins, it's more than just relating to and really liking them. That's me. Not literally, but more like DAYUM! I found the words to describe myself, except instead of words, it's a fictional character. And it subtly (or not so subtly) affects what my dreamself is, what I want my body to be and what I could do. Normally I wouldn't suddenly decide to bleach my hair blond, at least, not without a lot of consideration, but Mello made me go WAIT ACTUALLY I COULD BE BLOND! I MIGHT LOOK REALLY GOOD! And I think I did! But it's been a while. Also, I forgot to mention the level of anthro I tend to feel. I tend to slide from "feral creature" to more bestial anthro, though there's times when I feel like a clone of a human from the deepest trenches of the uncanny valley.

Here's some things I do that make me feel extra in touch with myself as otherkin! (mostly species stuff):

See Also

Name Description
[Jess Lee's Wolf Photos] Yellowstone National Park wolf photos!
[Kin Food] A Tumblr blog full of recipes for a variety of kin needs, from big meaty dinners for wolves to light, sweet treats for animekin!
International Wolf Center's Site The International Wolf Center, where you can learn about wolves and even watch their epic WOLF CAMS!
[The Wolf Watch Sanctuary] A British sanctuary, just to mix things up a bit.
Wolf Conservation Center Another center, this one also lets you learn about wolves and watch THEIR epic WOLF CAMS!
Wolf Haven International An Oregon sanctuary with lots of tributes to all the wolves they've rescued!
[Ray Laible's Wolf Photos] More Yellowstone National Park wolf photos!
[Wygol Village's Wolf Shrine] This What inspired me to make this page. A shrine dedicated to the webmaster's love of wolves and werewolves, and what they mean to it on a personal level. Also discusses wolfaboo culture stuff! They do bring up a piece of animation with very, very heavy themes. Browse and click carefully.