Don't Fence me in...
I can do it myself, damnit!


 

If you want to put me into labelled boxes, as most people like to do, you're going to have to chop me up into several pieces to be able to do so. (But please don't.) I'll use the labels most commonly used by high school students, for my own personal convenience.

I'm part hippie, part metalhead, part brain, part quiet-wierdo-in-the-back, part treehugging EarthMother SkyFather "Go Vegetarian!" environmentalist, part gazelle (see below), and mostly freak. I am NOT a prep, jock, popular, slut, teenybopper/airhead, or smoker.

I am bisexual and also a zoophile to a certain extent. I'm not exactly active in that area, though. I don't know if I ever will be. Sex sounds great and all, but it's just something I think I can live without. Most of the time. Oh yeah, I'm also single. That's a common label, right?

I'm a spiritual therianthrope, a wolf. (Yes, I know, wolf is an unoriginal phenotype, but it's not like it was a choice.) This is a vital and prominent part of who I am. If you wish to know more about therianthropy and my experience of it, go to The Cave and find out.

The wolfishness of me is not just one of those phenomena that mystically appear whenever I turn on the stinking computer. It's every day, almost every moment. I'm just as much a wolf as I am a human, sometimes more so. Don't ask me why; don't ask anyone why. And if you ask someone anyway, don't expect a universal, one-size-fits-all answer. Nobody knows for sure. Nobody. And if they think they do know, they're most likely yanking your fur/leg/chains/what have you.

Don't you just get sick of labels sometimes? You can look at the grass and say, "Green," but that doesn't really begin to describe the experience of feeling the vivid vibration of that amazing hue shaking up your senses! Look up and say, "Sky," but that does not convey the sheer endlessness, the vast and frightening notion that, straight up, is the whole empty universe!

Is this a single, confused being, or part of the backdrop of existence itself?

Am I preaching to the choir here, or to a stone?


Let's move on, shall we?

Back to the bio page,
the blatantly boring bio of Background.

Mi Familia
Let's see how negative I can make them appear!

Past Lives
Such as I remember them, anyway.

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