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It's kind of funny - I can spend hours meditating or introspecting and get nothing but frustration, but sometimes I'll randomly have epiphanies while doing random stuff that has nothing to do with my identity at all. Maybe identity is just one of those things where the harder you look for it, the harder it is to find. The minute you look away, get on with your ordinary human act... well, then it all comes back and hits you.
That's how it seems to work for me, anyway. I had my first spirit mental shift while sat in a taxi. Had a major realisation about my role and purpose while... going down the stairs to do my washing, I think. Or something equally mundane. And today, while I was letting the dogs out for a toilet before bed, I realised something else.
Whenever I look too hard into my spirit kintype - do all the aforementioned meditation and introspection - I always get this horrible feeling. It's hard to describe... this overwhelming feeling of being trapped, being stuck in a terrible situation and being completely unable to get out of it; completely helpless. It's so bad it sets off my claustrophobia sometimes and makes me feel sick.
I pinned it on my own fear of this side of my identity, but now I think about it, it seems far too extreme to be that. Still, I never considered it could be coming from anywhere but "my" side of things - it's my insecurity, my uncertainty, maybe even my depression screwing things up.
Then I opened my back door to let my dogs out for a poo, glanced up at the sky and realised... I don't think it's coming from "my" end at all.
One thing I don't think I ever really got into on here is how close my kintype's connection to nature really is. I'm not just in tune with it, I don't just feel an affinity for it - it is me. Like how my feelings and emotions are a part of me now - I'm defined by it. It's everything I am. It's so hard to explain, and it honestly sounds so crazy when I write it now, but... I remember it. Not clearly like I remember being a wolf, but still so intimately. Like I should just be able to drift off and become part of the wind and the plants and the ground and the magma deep beneath the Earth's surface, and I should be able to feel the shifting of molten rock and the movement of the tides and the currents in the air the same way I can feel my arms right now. It's so damn weird.
And I realised... my planet is sick. It's not dying - it'd take a lot more than some greenhouse gases to do that. But it's so out of balance, it's changing too fast, it's wrong. This shouldn't happen. It shouldn't even be possible.
Honestly, I've never really been into conservation and stuff. I mean, I cared about it same amount as anyone else who recycles and turns off the lights when they leave a room, but I was never really passionate about it. And even now, this sick feeling in my stomach doesn't make me want to go out and save the rainforests or something. It's simpler than that. My kintype is actually far more like an animal than a human - I've been around a long time, lived a lot of lives. All but two were as animals. You pick up some stuff from that. Emotions, instincts, fears. And this stuff... it doesn't motivate me to do something. It makes me feel trapped and sick and scared and confused and helpless. Because, after everything, I guess I'm still just the same stupid animal I always was.
So it seems I'm not some angry, vengeful demon after all. I'm just some scared incorporeal dragon-thing watching its home gradually become more and more broken and unbalanced as the cycle it covets so much gets twisted by a single species' greed and fear.
Don't worry, this isn't my debut as a high-key misanthrope or something. I don't think even spirit-me blames humanity for all the #### we've messed up. Humans are just scared animals too, and fear makes you do stupid things. But, damn... we really broke it. Our home's hurting bad. It's so messed up.
Stupid emotions. I've got enough on my plate without carrying the weight of the fracking world on my shoulders (yes that pun was intended, FIGHT ME).
I've been thinking about something over the past few days, and I've come to a decision.
I'm no longer going to refer to myself as demonkin.
It's not that I suddenly think the label I've used for over a year is inaccurate. My understanding of my kintype hasn't changed - I still have all those traits that originally made me think "demon" was the right word for myself. It's just... well... I feel like the aspects of my kintype I consider demonic are also the ones I dislike. In myself, I mean. I still have nothing against other demons or anything of that nature. I just don't want to define myself by the parts of me that are destructive and chaotic and, frankly, a little scary sometimes. And I definitely don't want to be associated with any kind of religion. That's just not me.
So I'm doing away with the "demon" title. I'm going to call myself a nature spirit instead. Because that is what I am - yeah, sure, I'm a nature spirit that looks a hell of a lot like a demon from certain angles, but I'm still, at my core, just a simple energy being with a strong connection to nature. Once upon a time, that was the entire definition of my being... that was all I was. Things got messed up, somewhere along the line. I'm not sure how or why. Still working with little pieces of a huge puzzle - I doubt I'll ever figure out what any of it actually means.
But still, I feel like maybe changing what I call myself might help me change how I see that part of myself. I definitely have problems with that... sometimes I can't help focusing on all the stuff I don't understand about it, all the stuff I just want to stuff back into the closet so I can forget it ever existed, but of course it doesn't work like that. So... if I can't do that, maybe it's enough just to look at it from a different angle.
I really hope I can one day come to terms with this whole mess. I've been trying to, but it's still difficult. Sometimes it's hard not to get caught up thinking about all the implications of this stuff, what it all means. Bleh. For the billionth time, I miss being just a simple, straightforward wolf-person. This is just... it's all so beyond me.
Been a little while since I posted anything on here, so I guess I'll do that.
My birthday's next week (it's the day after new year) and I'm not really into the whole "presents" thing, so instead I've decided to use the money that'd normally be spent on random stuff to drag my whole family out to the zoo. Specifically, the Highland Wildlife Park up in the Cairngorms. I'm kinda hyped, honestly. It's kind of touch-and-go whether we'll be able to go soon or not (depends on how bad the snow is next week) but here's hoping.
Main reason I'm so excited is because there's a small pack of Eurasian wolves there! I have never seen a wolf properly, and never up close, so that should be something! Only time I've seen a wolf before was when I was in Canada one time - saw a wild one from a distance. I was young at the time and just thought it looked like a weird, skinny, kinda ugly dog, and that's about it.
Christmas was okay. I'm not a festive person at all, but I managed to sidestep the usual depression I get around this time of year. Bets are out on whether that's the meds working or just the fact that I've had a lot to keep me occupied and nothing has gone catastrophically wrong yet. *shrugs*
In other news, my goal the past couple of weeks has been learning how to draw wolves realistically. I realised that I didn't actually know how to do that, so... yep. Spent a lot of time tracing and staring at tutorials, and damn - it helped a lot. Did this quick sketch today with no reference or anything!
I am slowly but steadily learning how to art.
I'm also genuinely tempted to make a Tumblr account about 'kin stuff. Maybe I'm not the most qualified person out there to be doing that, but I'm thick-skinned enough to deal with the trolls, and I'm patient, so... maybe. I wouldn't be posting stuff personal to my experience on there. It'd be more of a resource, explaining what otherkinity really is and what shifts are and all that. Sounds like a more productive use of my time than most of the random crap I do, at least!
On a more serious note... it's sad to see how many people have been leaving the community lately. It feels like there's some undercurrents here I'm just not seeing. People talk about drama and elitism, and honestly I just don't see it? I'm sort of glad, but I don't like feeling oblivious. I know a lot of it happens on chat (which I don't use) but still. I just.... kinda wish I knew the whole picture. And kinda don't.
...For some reason I always get really antsy around the full moon. I don't get it at all - wolves have literally no connection to the moon at all, and I'm not a werewolf. But I still feel all... weird. And because I couldn't figure out a rational explanation for it, I've never really talked about it before.
It's basically a combination of a strong mental slide, some pretty intense species dysphoria, restlessness and... muscle pain? Yeah, I don't get it either. I didn't even know it was a full moon tonight until I started feeling like this and checked. It's just strange. And honestly really, really unpleasant. I feel like I have all this pent up energy all of the sudden and I can't do anything with it, and my body feels all wrong and I want to run and howl and be what I freaking should be for once! Except, of course, I can't. I'm kinda going stir crazy, shut in my room like this.
This isn't something new. Actually, I remember feeling exactly like this when I first awakened, and I thought I was literally, physically a werewolf. And I've felt like it ever since... every damn full moon. I don't even have to know that it's a full moon, it still bloody happens.
And I'm not too proud to say that I haven't considered the whole physical shifting thing for the billionth time, because, at times like this, it genuinely feels like something I should be able to do... because it feels like wanting something so, so badly should mean something, and I shouldn't be stuck feeling this way for no reason.
But it doesn't work.
I tried. And tried. Doesn't work.
I don't know what any of this means. It's stupid and makes no sense.
I just wish I could be me... just for one night.
You ever have a dream that's so weird and awesome you just have to share it somewhere?
Well, last night I dreamed I went on an RPG-style quest to a temple, talked to a crazy dude, then went on some dumb fetch quest for him. When I came back, he was dead and there were giant, flying, glowing squids everywhere. And then I found out I'd gained superpowers in the form of some really destructive, hard-to-control telekinesis. Then I had a legendary battle with the weird squids, and also there was suddenly someone else with me who had an overpowered laser pistol and was shooting at them. Then me and that guy went on a new quest to visit more of these temple things and kill more weird squids.
Then I woke up. The end.
Got to say, I really missed having this blog to vent all my kin-related confusion in! Seriously, I've been stewing in it for weeks. Time to get some of it out, I think.
I really wanted to dedicate some of the internet-free time I had to figuring myself out, but it didn't seem to help much. Seems like whenever I take a serious look at what I am, I just end up confused and frustrated... needless to say I haven't made much progress. In trying to understand myself, the only thing I've really found is that nothing makes sense. At all. Even if I ignore the 'kin stuff, I've still got this massive heap of strange stuff to figure out and I don't understand any of it.
I get a little angsty sometimes (...okay, a lot of the time) because I don't feel like I even have a choice in what I believe in anymore. It's hard to explain to people how my spiritual beliefs aren't beliefs, they're actual things I experience, things that affect me so much that it feels like denial if I ignore it. So, I just don't talk to people about it. Ever. Even on here, there's a hell of a lot of stuff that I'm too embarrassed to talk about, because it sounds ridiculous. Well, sounds ridiculous to me, anyway. Can't imagine any of it would stand out that much considering this is a community of people who aren't even human.
Got this big puzzle of my identity, dozens of different pieces that I know should fit together somehow, but no matter how long I spend trying to work it out, I don't seem to ever make any progress. And hell if I have any idea what the end picture is even supposed to be.
I'll admit, I did seriously consider just giving up. I'm... honestly not sure why I haven't. I mean, I've been at this for literal years and in that time, I've not really figured out anything. I thought I had a handle on it for a while, but none of what I thought seems "right" anymore. Sigh.
But hey. At least I can vent here again now. Because I'm sure all you lovely nonhumans out there just love seeing me complain about all this identity confusion!
On the bright side, I've been having some awesome dragon-y phantom shifts the past few weeks. Wings and tail combo, mostly. And I had a dream shift yesterday which made absolutely no sense whatsoever but was pretty fun anyway.
There's so much I want to write about, but it's just so hard to articulate everything. It's probably helpful for me to get this stuff down, though, so I'll give it a go.
I've been thinking a bit about my demon/dragon identity the past few days - not as much as I'd have liked to, but my life's being pretty stressful right now, so the identity stuff is kind of on the backburner. Still, I realised (for the umpteenth time) that I actually understand what my kintype is pretty well. It's hard to describe and quantify, and even harder to label, but I do feel like I know what I am. I even have an idea of what my role is and why I'm here.
I'm going to leave actually writing anything out for now, though. I'm not going to have internet access for a while after next week, so I'll have plenty of time for some intense introspection between the reading and boredom... I'm going to try to avoid coming to any solid conclusions until I've used that time to properly think this over. I'll probably still be wrong, but maybe less wrong than after just a few days of passive thinking.
Been questioning the multiplicity thing again, too. I don't think it's really a matter of "I am" or "I'm not" - seems like "me" and "it" just fall somewhere between singlet and median, and that's the closest answer I'm going to get. It's kind of funny, actually, because the best description for me would probably be the DID definition you see most often: one person with multiple personality states (or something like that, I'm not quoting word-for-word here). But that's kind of what me and it are like. Same consciousness, same "person", but with completely different personalities and behaviours. Like I have a "wolfperson" mode and a "demon thing" mode. Both me, just different iterations of me.
Been wondering about being a polymorph, too. Another thing where I seem to straddle the line a bit. I don't feel like it's a kintype. It's more something I do than something I am. My demon kintype is an energy being that could theoretically change into anything, but the personality doesn't match up. Going off my m-shifts, it actually seems to have a solid identity and sense of self - definitely not fluid, or a mimic. And I don't identify as anything else that could account for my shapeshifting.
So it's not a kintype, and it's not related to a kintype. I've actually been thinking it could possibly be related to my problems with dissociation - more concerned with the "who" of my identity than the "what". I have some big, gaping holes in my identity, thanks to a truckload of past trauma. It's possible that my shapeshifting is something I picked up as a way to fill those holes. I'm not sure, but it might be related. Or it could just be a personality thing. Or a symptom of me being ridiculously empathic. Don't suppose it really matters, but I won't claim exactly I fit the definition of a "polymorph". I'm not really a "shapeshifter", either, though, since those tend to be limited to a few forms iirc. So. Uhh. I don't know. Labels are hard.
What else... oh, yeah, I think I'm probably an elemental vampire, too. Which is about the most inconsequential kind of vampirism out there... I mean, to "feed" I just need to stand in some strong wind or lean against a radiator for a while. If most vampires are carnivores, I'm the equivalent to a plant. Or a solar panel. I dunno the specifics of it, and it's apparently not something that's discussed often within the vampirism community (probably because it's so benign). Seriously, as long as I stay out of direct sunlight and get some time to relax every day, I'm all good. I admit, I wasn't expecting to find anything at all when I decided to look into vampirism. I was surprised when I ended up reading about it and it described my experiences almost exactly. It's pretty mild compared to most vampirism - not the sort of thing where it's an important, central part of myself, or has some major effect on how I live - but it's an answer to a question I've had for a while. And I'll take any answers I can get at this point.
I think that's everything? Probably maybe? I dunno, but it'll do for now.
I had a shift earlier today, and it's made me feel like I really need to reevaluate some things. Wasn't even a majorly strong shift, it just triggered some old doubts and lines of questioning I abandoned.
Right now, I say I have three kintypes, kind of. I'm a Eurasian tundra wolf (yep, finally settled on a subspecies... yet again. And yep, it's the same one I always identified as. And yep, that whole issue was largely semantics anyway). And I'm kind of a dragon and kind of a demon thingy.
I realised a while ago that generally, my feelings on certain shifts and kintypes are far more important to me than anything else when it comes to actual self-discovery. When I'm on the right track, I tend to feel pretty comfortable with my kintypes. When I'm not - when I'm barking up the wrong tree - I tend to get this feeling of wrongness, like wearing shoes that are not only a size too small, but also stink something fierce and are full of gravel... uncomfortable and unpleasant and painful if you wear them for too long.
Both the dragon and the demon parts of my identity kind of feel like that, and they always have. Ever since I first awakened and tried to figure out what was going on with me. It was a lot worse in the first year or so - after I stepped back and let go of a bunch of the conclusions I'd came to about it (conclusions that turned out to be wrong) I felt so much better. Like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
I hadn't noticed until today, but I think the same pattern's been forming. I feel like I'm misunderstanding something in a significant way, and that misunderstanding is based on some really deep part of one or both of my "kintypes".
So... now I've got the slightly daunting task of trimming off all the ######## and inferred stuff, and starting over. Just based on what "feels right", which is, uh, kind of vague.
Best starting point is probably that shift I had earlier. I guess I'd call it a dragon mental shift, but I'm not sure. It basically made me reconsider whether the dragon part of me and the demon part of me are actually separate. I always "knew" the two were connected; the dragon on its own is only half a kintype, and feels kind of hollow and two dimensional. And for about a year I did think they were both the same thing, though I did get it the wrong way round. I used to think I was a god-like dragon. Now I'm thinking along the lines of me being a demon that takes a draconic form, or something like that.
Problem there is... well, logic. Going off my memories (which are admittedly hazy), I didn't have a physical form and wasn't even limited to one point of existence. If I didn't exist on a physical level, and thus didn't need to eat or drink or process or generate energy, why would I need a body? Why would I bother having a form at all?
Which leads on to the general weirdness and almost alien nature I've always perceived that kintype to have (which seems to be one of the things that's causing that feeling of wrongness). It seems illogical to assume that an energy being is going to exist in a way that a human would be able to even comprehend. It doesn't seem like something like that would care about any of the things we do, or feel any of the same emotions (if it felt any at all) or think in the same way.
It doesn't make sense that a non-physical entity would feel anything, because our feelings and emotions are the product of hormones in our bodies - so, I assumed that my kintype wouldn't feel anything, or at least not in the way humans do.
It doesn't make sense that any theoretical non-physical entities would form cultures or choose forms, because, without feelings, what would lead them to do that? That logic trap is the one that makes it so hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that my memories and shifts seem to reference other beings, like angels and fae. Why would those things even exist? It's so unlikely.
And it doesn't make sense that some ancient spirit that has goals and desires so "alien" would the go and take a form as a dragon, because why would something so weird even care about that? And why would it be a dragon, of all things? Something so heavily referenced in human culture? It seems like too much of a coincidence.
Which leads to me ignoring my feelings in favour of what makes sense, which leaves me... here. Again.
I'd say my biggest fallacy, when it comes to this, has been to try and fit my kintype into a mould that make some kind of logical sense. Never entirely lost the atheist mindset, I guess. But it's doing that that leads me to feeling all this wrongness and making the biggest mistakes about my identity.
Ironically, it seems like the biggest trap for me is that I use my head in the place of my heart. Seems like the only way I'm going to actually understand what I really am is to let go of all the rationalisation and logic and just... go with it. Stop worrying about how little sense it makes, stop trying to make it seem plausible.
Which itself means that I guess I'm officially opting for the spiritual reasoning on this. Since it seems like I'm going to have to forsake all logic to actually understand myself, and I genuinely can't see that being part of some weird, complex brain wiring and/or psychological thing. My theriotype, my being a polymorph, sure, but not this mess. It just wouldn't make sense, logically.
Haha, don't know how much sense any of that actually made. Writing stream-of-consciousness blog posts at 1 in the morning is probably a terrible idea.
Psychological and neurological otherkinity doesn't make sense either.
Sure, people can believe what they want, but I don't understand how someone who literally identifies as a nonhuman can be so closed off to spiritual stuff at the same time? The psychological/neurological "explanations" have a lot of holes in them. Holes that I've not seen anyone acknowledge, never mind try to fill.
Sure, maybe your brain wiring's different... but how does that lead to you identify as some specific animal - usually one that you've never had any real contact with before - and somehow instinctually know how that animal thinks and what its body feels like? How and why would your brain form such a complex connection to something you've never interacted with, identified with or had an interest in?
I can understand the trauma reasoning to an extent - say, if an abused or neglected child grew up around dogs and spent more time around them than humans, I can absolutely understand how they could come to identify as a dog rather than human. Or even a wolf. But what's the psychological reasoning for someone identifying, and having shifts, as an animal they'd never even heard of before they awakened? How do you explain someone randomly awakening as... say, a coatimundi or a boomslang? Or an animal that's been extinct for millions of years? Sure, that's not as common as people identifying as wolves or big cats, but it still happens.
And that's not even taking into consideration all the 'kin who identify as some obscure kind of mythological creature. How do you even rationalise that?
I'm not saying that neurological/psychological otherkinity doesn't exist. In fact, I'm almost certain there are people whose identity is as it is for solely psychological/neurological reasons. It just seems like most atheist/non-spiritual otherkin see otherkin as all identifying for the same reason, and see the spiritual beliefs as wishful thinking - but, in some cases at least, that reasoning doesn't add up.
Truth is, there is big gaping holes in all of our theories - spiritual, psychological and neurological - and I feel like the community really needs to acknowledge that.
((This isn't a dig at anyone, I promise. In fact, I think Kinmunity is by far one of the most accepting communities I've come across. This is something that's bothered me ever since I joined the otherkin community a few years ago... it just seems odd to me that I've never seen it brought up.)
And so the epic saga of identity questioning continues... this time in the flavour of "okay, yes, I am these things... but are these even kintypes?"
The definition of otherkin is to identify as something non-human. But... how far does that go?
My demon aspect behaves more like a median personality than a kintype. That is, when I'm demon shifted, I am for all intents and purposes a completely different person with a completely different personality. It's such an abstract, alien thing that I can't really think of it as being myself. Even if it is. It's always one step removed - it's an it, rather than just being me. In any given situation, I could say what I would do, and I could say what it would do. I could talk about how its opinions differ from my own. I don't think it's actually an alter or facet, because it is an integral part of myself, far as I can tell. Just a very, very, very far removed part of myself. But practically, as far as experiences go, I'm not really sure where it fits into things.
My dragon aspect isn't any clearer. It's hard to really say whether it's a kintype or just some kind of evolved personal metaphor or something - it seems to straddle the line between the two. I do see myself as a dragon, but... am I a dragon dragon, or just a wolfperson who sees themself as a dragon? Is there even a difference between the two? Where's the line drawn, with things like this?
And then there's the whole polymorph thing, which I don't tend to look at as a kintype at all. It could possibly be related to my demonic aspect (which is formless and probably fits the classic definition of a polymorphic entity) but I tend to see it more as a... personality trait. I don't actively identify as a polymorphic entity, I just have the shifting tendencies of a polymorph-identified person. I can't say whether I actually am a polymorphic entity or not. Maybe it's just caused by the psychological weirdness that comes with trauma and a messed up childhood. It's not a separate kintype, either way. It's either a trait of my demonic aspect, or just a part of being me (most likely, with the way these things tend to work out, it's both).
I'm glad I'm not hugely focused on labels, or this would drive me insane.
Okay. It's been a little while since I've wrote up anything serious about my kintypes, so I'm going to take another shot at that. Get one more thing recorded in some tangible way.
Figured I'd try and explain a little about how my kintypes work with/around each other. Must seem weird from an outside perspective... I mean, three kintypes plus the ridiculous number of cameos I get? I can't help but think back to when I'd just awakened as a wolf and couldn't comprehend how someone could have two different kintypes.
Warning: this post is very long.
I don't like to describe my kintypes as being a "main" or "secondary". For one, that sounds very Tumblr-y, and for two, it makes it seem like there's one that's more important and the others are in the background. That isn't true for me. I just experience all my kintypes in different ways.
The wolf is literally just me. Its hard to even elaborate on that. Even when I'm not shifted, even when I'm feeling at my most human, I'm still just a wolf who's very good at acting. I have the human body and the human brain, and all the traits and abilities associated with those things, but it's still a wolf sat at the steering wheel. Sometimes the wolf gets confused and forgets how to drive - that's basically what my mental shifts are. It's not that I become more wolf, it's that I become worse at pretending to not be a wolf.
The dragon is... different. I still feel a little dubious about calling it a kintype at all. It's... a chimera, cobbled together from a bunch of different things that somehow managed to form something cohesive. It draws from the same metaphorical "well" as my demonic kintype does, and is obviously strongly influenced by it - but, unlike the demon, it doesn't feel distant from myself now. It also seems to have drawn somewhat from past trauma - things I've been through here, in this life, that I tend to overlook - and things that have been important to me in the past, good and bad. Originally, it served as a bridge between my demonic kintype and me - a way for me to understand it on a human level. Since then, it's evolved into something else. I'd almost like to call it a symbolic representation of who I am as a human... not what I am, but who. Important distinction, right there. But it's not a personal totem or anything like that. I am a dragon, I do have shifts, and I do feel the classic dragonkin longing to fly (and be able to crush my enemies, of course) and all that. So... I don't know what it is, really, or whether it "counts" as a kintype. But I am a dragon. That's all that matters, far as I'm concerned.
The wolf and dragon aren't mutually exclusive - actually, most of my shifts are mixed, especially my phantom shifts. I've had full-body dragon phantom shifts while having strong wolf mental shifts, and sometimes my dragon ph-shifts will pop up because of my wolf m-shifts. And having wolf ears and a dragon's wings and tail is a pretty common arrangement for me. As a general rule, I tend to get more wolf m-shifts and more dragon ph-shifts. In fact, I rarely get dragon m-shifts at all, and the ones I do have tend to be brief. The dragon m-shifts I do have tend to work alongside my wolf m-shifts, because... well, "the wolf" is just me. I'm a wolf in a human body that becomes more like a dragon sometimes.
My demonic kintype operates on completely different rules. It's like oil to the rest of my water - doesn't mix. And there is a lot more oil than there is water. When I'm a demon, I am just a demon. There's no dragon, no wolf, no human. All these lovely personality traits of mine? Memories? Relationships? Feelings? All that, gone. Demon-shifted me is, for all intents and purposes, not me at all. I'd almost go as far as to call it a median personality, but... that's not really accurate. For one, I can't talk to it and I don't actually look at it as a separate entity to me; it is still me. And also because suggesting it's a facet of me is inaccurate. It's probably more accurate to say that I am a facet of it. A relatively small and insignificant facet, at that.
So I can't just point at my demon kintype and say that is me. It's more distant than that, too far removed and difficult to relate to and understand on a human level. Sticking with the metaphors... it's like there's a barrier between me and it. My awakening was just a crack in that barrier that let some of it leak through, enough to make me aware of it and give me some basic knowledge of its nature. Theoretically, the only way I'd actually fully be it is if that barrier broke. But then I wouldn't be me anymore, so that's not a particularly desirable situation.
I only have demon shifts once in a blue moon. Typically mental shifts, usually with a side of strange phantom shifts that fit my "mood", things that I suppose would probably be considered aura shifts, and... sensory shifts, too, if they could be called that. Kind of like dissociation from my physical body, combined with an intense awareness of everything else - almost like everything around me is an extension of myself, and my body blends into that background, no more mine than anything else is. My senses in general just go all... weird. Sort of mixed together? And like I'm sensing things through some other means too? I almost feel like I could close my eyes and still know where everything is. I'm probably using the word "weird" too much, but that's the only way I can think of to describe it. The mental shift aspects of it tend to push my normal identity to the side, but I do have partial mental shifts sometimes. Those are weird too. Like the demon part of me is thinking something and the normal part of me is simultaneously trying to decipher what it's thinking. But... without either part actually being separate.
Got all that, and then there's the cameos too, though those are comparatively straightforward. On my end of things, at least; they aren't as simple to explain. Most of my cameos are just random phantom shifts; I don't even tend to notice those unless something draws attention to them. Occasionally I'll have stronger cameos - calling them "shifts" doesn't seem to really cover it, so I tend to think of them as cameo identities. I'll have a few days where I genuinely identify as something else. Generally, when I have those, it's to the exclusion of everything else - I'll stop being a wolf for a day or two and be a scorpion instead, for example. Cameo identities come with everything: mental shifts, phantom shifts, dream shifts, even things like homesickness and dysphoria sometimes. Still pretty easy to tell that they're cameos, though, because they tend to be a sudden-onset thing, and never last more than a week. They're probably the reason I tend to roll with whatever my identity throws at me - because they're not "just" cameos to me while they're happening; they're who I am, albeit temporarily, and they have their own significance to me because of that.
And there you have it. A somewhat in-depth description of how my identity works. It's... not quite as confusing in practice as it is to try and describe it. But I hope that made at least a little sense.
I wonder if writing out how weird my identity is like this gives me more credibility or just makes me look crazy. Hmm.
I never really know how to start these blogs... there's usually so much to write, and I'm stuck on where to start. I've got a lot of brain debris floating around in my thoughts right now, so... yeah. This'll have to do.
I had a realisation today. An epiphany, I suppose. Funny, how those things always tend to happen when I least expect them. Today, I had a big realisation about the demonic part of my identity, while walking down the stairs on the way to the toilet. So deeply poetic and spiritual.
But the thing is, I really don't know how to explain any of what I figured out, since I've only ever gave a very vague outline of what my demonic kintype even is, and none of it makes sense outside of context.
However, at the same time, I don't really feel comfortable explaining it. I already feel kind of ridiculous, with my three kintypes and being a polymorph on top of that... and I'd rather not talk at all, than ramble on for hours about my kintype and sound like a delusional weirdo. Plus, the one time I tried to explain what my demonic kintype is, I ended up with five whole paragraphs just as an introduction, and those took me two hours to write (it's so damn hard finding the right words for these things). If I tried to tell everything I know about it, it would end up as a literal essay.
It's a little scary, because... well, from a purely logical, rational perspective, I know my identity is impossible, just through the sheer unlikeliness of it. What's the chance that some impossibly ancient, powerful entity somehow ends up incarnated as a small fat person sat at a computer at least half the hours of the day, who's too mentally ill to even leave the house? It's silly. But, at the same time, I do feel like that's what I am, in every fibre of my being. As much as I'd choose otherwise, if that were an option. Plus, there's the memories and mental shifts and the fact that when I tried to suppress this part of my identity, my entire mind fractured into a bunch of tiny little pieces and I ended up with a kind of temporary DID.
So. Both options are unlikely. Great. That's just great.
It all comes down to the same old issue... how am I supposed to find any peace inside this mess? I don't want either option to be true. I don't want to be the freaky immortal eldritch abomination thing, but I also don't want to be the person so mentally screwed that they managed to conjure up memories of being some formless monster sat on an empty planet for a billion years, and then convinced themself that those memories were real.
When I came to that realisation about my identity, earlier today? It felt nice, it felt right. Like things in that vein should feel. It was the same kind of fuzzy feeling I got when I stumbled onto a picture of a tundra wolf for the first time. But after a few hours to mull it over... it's lost its magic. Because the issue isn't about understanding myself anymore, and it hasn't been for a long time. It's about accepting myself, and that's something I just don't know how to do.
I wish I knew a way to come to terms with all this.
I had a draconic dream shift last night. Those are pretty damn rare for me... I think I remember one or two, before this one?
The dream itself was kind of weird and I only remember parts of it - I think it was some kind of dark-ish modern fantasy setting, in a big city. I feel like I was being chased by people for something, but I can't remember what for.
Anyway, I ended up stuck in the scaffold of a (probably unrealistic) bridge made partially of brick and partially wood. Enemies above, long and painful drop to water below.
Then, suddenly, I was a dragon. After realising that meant I had wings, I tore through the scaffolding and sort of half-fell, half-glided back to somewhere safe (I had wings, but that doesn't mean I knew how to use them...). Can't remember much after that, but I'm really hoping I went back and taught those idiots who were chasing me a lesson.
So, yeah, that was awesome.
Now I'm just sad I can't spontaneously dragon in real life.