Published: August 19, 2008
I need a pack. (Or do I want a pack? I am not able to distinguish sometimes) I have screamed and cried and howled for this since I discovered that therianthrope was the word for what I am.
I need someone to run with me run with them, be with me be with them, need me need them, understand me understand them. Be my fellows. Pack.
At the very least, I need someone to give me scritches, wrestle with me, throw a stick or a tennis ball, play with rope, give me treats. Embrace my caninity. Friends.
Look, I love my friends. Theyre great. They are (for the most part) loving, accepting, and kind. But theres a certain lack of awareness around most of them. Those I have told about my therianthropy will generally look me in the eye for a moment as if determining whether Im serious, utter a quick oh or some inquisitive questions, and then drop it and never mention it again.
I know its a hard thing to understand, but it is my daily life, it is my very existence. To make a comparison: You are (I am speaking to those who are) fully human. You live every day as a human, and if everyone were to behave as though you were something varying slightly from human, you would likely feel very dissatisfied with it all.
Well. I am a unique (though no less veritable) blend of human and wolf. When I am constantly treated like something varying slightly from that, (i.e. as fully human) it makes me feel extremely frustrated.
To my friends directly: I am not asking anything of you, I promise. I do not want you to change your behavior in any way that makes you uncomfortable. However, as I have already stressed, wolf and human are part of me. In the same way that bisexuality is part of me. You do not simply ignore it when I am ogling a woman on the street (at least, most of you dont), so why should you ignore it when I whimper for your attention?
If anything, I am asking you to merely accept it.
If it confuses you, ask me more about it. If you want to, talk to me about it. If the urge strikes you, feel free to give me a scratch behind the ears. I wont mind, I promise!