Species Dysphoria - Blog Posts

TW Vent, swearing, species and gender dysphoria talk

I just fucking hate having a female, human body. When going out I have to choose to look boring and pass or be myself and risk getting misgendered. Another greaattt ( /sarc) thing is having weird teeth which inhibits be from wearing fang extenders. The one tiny little thing that could make me feel all the less human whilst still seeming "normal" I can't use.

Transspecies transition goals

Tattoo of some of my kintypes

Testosterone - gives me "fur" and general happy

Wear my gear more often

Coloured contact lenses - yellow, green or blue depending on what Kintype I'm feeling like the most that day

Permanent fangs - nom

Pointed ears - resembles a bat ig

got these nails, they don’t look like night fury claws, but still helps me with my species dysphoria

WHY DO I HAVE TO WALK EVERYWHERE??? ITS SO TIRING I HATE THESE HUMAN LEGS AGRJHAHAAA

HOW DID WE EVOLVE FOR STAMINA WHEN MY IDIOPT SELF CANT EVEN RUN FOR LIKE 5 SECS

i request the uppies this instant >:(

me rn cuz i feel like a depressed smushed frog in a bog on a log with a cog in its head cuz it things its an elk

I DEMAND MORE ELK PHOTOS AND VIDEOS ON THE INTERNET

ALL THE DOCUMENTARIES I FIND HAVE HUMANS IN IT AND THERES JUST REPEATS OF ELK PHOTOS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA CMON DUDETTES DUDEIMALS AND DUDES I WANNA JUST LIKE KUIDEWHIMGHawuijdvkyiwugIYUGFUMJHVDWJUKSIUAOIH0000000000

I DEMAND MORE ELK PHOTOS AND VIDEOS ON THE INTERNET

ALL THE DOCUMENTARIES I FIND HAVE HUMANS IN IT AND THERES JUST REPEATS OF ELK PHOTOS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA CMON DUDETTES DUDEIMALS AND DUDES I WANNA JUST LIKE KUIDEWHIMGHawuijdvkyiwugIYUGFUMJHVDWJUKSIUAOIH0000000000

the light of day curses me with the ability to view my own appearance

why must it do so

Jumping on the species transition plans trend lol, here are some ways I plan to physically and socially transition !

Physical:

• Fang Implants

- I will get these if it kills me.

• Digitigrade Leg Prosthetics

- Stupid expensive but omfg these would bring me sm euphoria, even if I could only wear them every now and then. Paws crossed they'll become cheaper and more accessible in the near future.

• Realistic Tail with Silicone Core

- Also generally pricey but significantly more accessible. I love wearing taxidermy tails but am always frustrated by how disproportionate they are to the size of my body and how they just limply hang there, having smth that looks more natural and moves with my body would be huge.

• Tattoos

- Unsure of what exactly I'd want, maybe paw/hopf prints on the backs of my hands?

• Colored Contacts

- Would need to find some that are comfortable, durable, and don't impact my vision too much (im blind enough as is), but Im very ready to go "It's the fluorescents 😒" mode.

• Reflective Contacts

- I have absolutely no idea if these are real things or not but I would actually kill a man to have contacts that reflect back when someone shines a light on them in the dark.

• Piercings

- Idk lots of piercings just give me werewolf vibes ig lol, currently planning to get a second industrial, 1-2 eyebrow piercings, and snakebites.

• Muscles

- Having more visible muscles/being strong is very animalistic to me, after all most animals in the wild have to be physically fit to survive.

• Realistic Ear Headband

- Goes along the tail, would love to wear these frequently and casually out in public. Kemonomimi gaining popularity has opened up so many possibilities to me it's epic.

• Top Surgery

- Species identity and gender identity are deeply linked for me, most things that are gender affirming are also species affirming and vice versa. Having a flat chest would feel hella animal-like.

Social:

• Come Out to Friends and Family

- This is definitely the biggest one. Unfortunately greater society isn't really ready for species transition, but some individuals definitely are. Basically just let those I trust know who I am, and that it would be wonderful if they could refer to me as nonhuman when they can :]

• Unmask Animalistic Behaviors in Public

- Be less afraid to be a little more nonhuman around others like it's the most normal thing in the world. Using my hand to bat at my ear when it itches, yip and whimper to accentuate words, practice quadrobics, etc.

• Advocacy

- Talk to people irl about nonhuman identities, be visible at events, create informative resources, even if it's scary. Most people have no idea that we exist, showing them that we're out there and here to stay paves the way for successful transition on a larger scale.

Hopefully more options will become possible soon, those of us looking to pursue species transition are kinda limited by the technology of our time, which sucks balls. Especially for someone like me who doesn't like body/facial hair or extreme body mods, I dont have too many realistic options for the time being. Oh well, just means I'll have to get creative i guess.

I felt the first twinge of migratory instincts yesterday.

There wasn't anything particularly significant about the day. It was a bit warmer than it had been the previous week, the temperature jumping from low 30s up into mid 50s. It was drizzling and most of the snow has melted by now, but one could hardly say it was spring weather just yet. But regardless, some voice inside me started its quiet whisper "it's time to get going".

Ive had these instincts for years now, long before I ever realized I was a therian, much less a wildebeest specifically. They've grown more intense as I've gotten older, as is the case with most of my alterhuman tendencies, though they've become less overwhelming since Ive graduated high school and haven't been cooped up inside 7 hours a day.

Biological wildebeest are kind of constantly on the move, always following the rains, though the real spectacle of their travel actually does begin around this time of year, although season-wise it's nearly autumn for them rather than the start of spring like it is for us up here. They begin to migrate northwest, but interestingly my instinct always, without fail, guides me southeast, down towards Florida. I guess in some way that makes sense, we're both heading towards the same general region just with different starting points.

As spring blooms further here in the U.S, I know my instincts will get stronger and stronger, they always do. I'll crave the travel to warmer, wetter climates, encouraged by downpours and claps of thunder in the distance. My soul will scream at me to pack a small bag and just start walking, I never want to travel exclusively by car or plane, walking is what feels most natural. Trekking alongside what should be thousands and thousands of others who look, feel, and sound exactly like me, lost in a faceless herd.

It's beyond frustrating to long for a nomadic lifestyle in a society that all but demands a sedentary one. School, jobs, relationships, none of those things are built to properly survive a season of walking/hitchhiking across the country, at least not without serious fore-planning. Maybe one day I'll make it happen, hopefully I will, but it likely wont be for many years. I have too much going on right now. Until then I'll continue wishing I could just drop everything and head southeast the second I hear that whisper.

Putting myself back out into the dating scene has reminded me of how scary the thought of coming out as nonhuman to others can be, and the thought of having to come out to a human partner has been giving me a decent bit of anxiety.

It's easy with friends, most just accept that there's something a little "not human" about me, whether that comes from being a furry or just a general vibe, they get it. I don't have to actually sit down and explain exactly what I am to them unless I really really want to. But it's different with a partner, someone I want to be in a serious long term relationship with. It isn't something I could just casually neglect to tell them, at least not forever. I've always been bad at hiding things about myself from others, having to keep my therianthropy a secret from someone Im in a serious relationship with would be next to impossible, not to mention emotionally exhausting. I would want them to know and embrace it, but I can't pretend like there isn't a possibility that wont happen. Coming out to partners in the past hasn't gone quite the way Ive would have liked, nothing bad, but it just ended up feeling like an unspoken taboo between us and it kinda made me feel like shit. Like it was something that they loved me in spite of.

Ideally I'd love to be with another alterhuman, but obviously that more than halves my available options which are already small to begin with on account of the whole being gay thing. Idk it just stresses me out, I wish I could feel comfortable being my full self around someone else, animal and all, but I don't think Im ever going to find someone who isn't a little weirded out by it unfortunately.

ive been in the alterhuman community for years atp and it genuinely still amazes me that there are actually people out there who just feel... totally human. all the time. like what lol.

"you cant identify as transspecies, thats not a real thing!! you'll always be human it's not even possible to transition to another species!!"

Fucking. Watch me.

I had a super vivid dream last night about Wolfbloods/being a Wolfblood and it's been making me ridiculously dysphoric all day.

Honestly, the worst part isn't even my lack of non-human biology or physical traits. Yes it hurts not having my paws and my tail and not being able to shift under the full moon, don't get me wrong that causes plenty of dysphoria on its own.

But the worst part for me is knowing that if Wolfblood's were actually real they'd most likely look down on me and see me as some kind of fanatical poser, rather than one of them. Idk why it bothers me so much, they're not real so it shouldn't matter. But it really does get under my skin. I hate that I'd have no way to truly prove that I'm like them, if at the very least on the inside.

And maybe I'd feel better if I was able to study and learn more about Wolfbloods and their culture, get a sense of what it's like to actually live as one. But there's so little canonical information about what Wolfblood society is like, their history, their customs. Anything that is explicitly stated or shown in the show tends to be vague or brief, so Im just kind of left trying to piece together a puzzle that's missing most of its parts. It almost feels like Im the last of a species in a way, picking through the ruins of what others left behind. It just saddens me to know how utterly disconnected I am from where I feel like I belong and that there's nothing I can do about it. There's a scene in season 2 (i think) where a character loses her nonhuman abilities, and she longingly watches from a hillside as her pack shifts under the full moon while she's forced to remain in her human form, and every time I watch it I cant help but see myself in it on such an intense level.

Idk do any other otherkin/fictionkin ever feel like this? Does anyone have recommendations for how to cope with it, or more specifically if there's any more extensive Wolfblood lore out there somewhere?

How are you TransSpecies but also dont want TransIDs to interact with you?/genq

TransSpecies is a Trans Identity/nm

Yep you're right, transspecies is a trans identity, not transID, it's a normal and healthy identity to have, similarly to transgender. It is neither discriminatory to minority groups nor impossible to achieve transition for the way that transIDs are. It's also a label that's been used within the alterhuman community long before transID terminology ever became a thing, it's just something that's been stolen from us against our wishes. If transgender isn't transID then neither is transspecies, and if it is then there's literally no reason to have the distinction between "trans" and "transID" to begin with.

I don't want transID interacting with me because they fetishize and promote stereotypes about a lot of already stigmatized groups of people, some of which I myself am a part of or of which many of my friends are. I will not stand for discrimination here. There are some transID's I feel slightly more neutral on (ex. transage or transoccupation, pretty much any that don't specifically target marginalized groups) and don't really care all that much if they wanna interact for whatever reason, but overall Ive found transID individuals in general to be very insulting and entitled and would generally just prefer not to engage with them.

I have a more in-depth explanation of this sort of thing a little ways down on my blog but that just about covers the basics I think, thanks for the ask! <3 :]

Ngl I really don't see my therianthropy as being either "physical or non-physical". It just is.

I view it much the same way I view my gender identity. I would never say Im physically nonbinary or psychologically nonbinary or anything along those lines. There might be physically androgynous traits to my body, or certain aspects of my gender may manifest internally more than they do externally, but at the end of the day I simply am nonbinary. I simply am nonhuman.

No hate whatsoever to anyone who does categorize their therianthropy in those ways ofc, more power to you do whatever feels right, just personally I can't picture myself in that sense yk?

After all these years living in my bipedal body you'd think i would have gotten used to walking upright by now, but no i definitely have not.

It's honestly still such a weird feeling, everything about it just feels so foreign and uncomfortable. Not like, literally physically something is wrong (I do suffer semi frequent back pain, though that's entirely unrelated), but there's no doubt in my mind that my brain is wired to be operating a quadrupedal body, not bipedal. Being upright 24/7 goes against my instincts so intensely, it's one of the main reasons I first realized I was a therian.

Even in my current body, with my short neck and weak arms, it still feels more natural and normal to move on all fours than it does to move on two. It's like there's emergency alarms constantly going off in the back of my brain telling me that something isn't right, almost like that sinking feeling you get when you realize you're seriously injured. It's so jarring.

In a perfect world, I would love to be able to regularly move around using a combination of quadrobics and bipedal movements, kind of like alexias.films over on instagram if you know her. Maybe one of these days i'll work up the nerve to do public quads, there's so many cool places around my city id love to practice at

Just in case anyone still has any doubts that the "anti-therian packers" argument is at least partially based in transphobia, this is a real, dead serious statement one of my (ex) mutuals made about why minors potentially having access to species affirming gear is wrong.

Like.

I legit don't even know what to say. This is genuinely so upsetting and concerning to hear from someone with a platform in a community meant to be accepting towards all types of individuals.

Not only is this a super inaccurate and invalidating way to think about nonhuman/transspecies identities, but it's also blatantly anti-transgender rhetoric. Replace the word "transspecies" with "transgender", and you have lines straight out of a speech given by a conservative politician about why queer books need to be banned in schools. The fact that they knew what they were saying was similar enough to transphobia that it was going to catch my attention is even more concerning, because it shows that they are capable of recognizing the similarities in their mindset but are simply choosing to ignore it.

I was a transspecies child. I knew there was something innately canine about me years before I even began to question my gender or sexuality. And I wish I had had the language to describe what it was that I was experiencing, instead of thinking I was going crazy for not feeling human.

Mark my damn words, we are going to start seeing a LOT more of this kind of thinking in the next few years (probably even months) and it's only going to get more aggressive, so if I were you guys I'd start putting petty differences aside and start banding the fuck together to help each other and our transgender human friends and family out.

yo! another wolfblood🤙🏽🐾

wild or "tame"?

fuck yeahhhhh i love running into other wolfbloods wsg dawg

im wild all the way no question. i crave living with my pack in the remote wilderness, hunting for our own food and making our own clothes, practicing our traditional customs, openly using canine body language and vocalizations to communicate, shifting under the full moon without having to worry about being caught by humans, all of it. if it were possible for me to live like that right now i'd do it in a heartbeat. interestingly enough i also used to be very judgmental of tame wolfbloods (even before i learned what therianthropy/otherkinity was) which is also very on paar for wild wolfbloods lmaoooo

as of right now i mostly just consider myself to be a wild wolfblood forced to live a tame lifestyle (think like s2 jana), which is fine it certainly has it's perks, but at my core im very much so wild and always have been ⏾⋅𐬹

the amount of therians and "supporters" ive seen lately trying to claim that "therians don't identify as animals" is genuinely concerning

like actually how did misinformation spread get this bad ?? that is the entire fucking point of therianthropy what are you talking about my dog in christ

yes, i identify as an animal. no, not in an ironic or metaphorical or satirical or for funsies way. i am an animal. i am a therianthrope. stop watering down our labels so that you can appeal to judgmental humans who don't give a shit about us i am begging you

Being a lesbian and nonhuman at the same time feels.. strange.

Because, like, human girls are these absolutely stunning, almost unreal beings. They're beautiful beyond words, the kind of beauty that can only ever be conveyed through the careful plucking of guitar strings, or through a vibrant splash of paint against barren canvases. They hold the stars in their eyes and flecks of gold in their hair, as if the forces of the cosmos themselves hand crafted their forms. They're soft and gentle and warm, but also strong and fierce and an unbelievable force to be reckoned with. Once when I was young, I got caught outside during a tropical hurricane and was almost lifted into the air by the winds; that is the closest thing I can compare to the feeling of falling for a girl. They are everything that a human being should be and more.

And then, there I am. A beast. This.. thing that stalks the woods in the darkest hours of the night, with dirt coated matted fur and piercing amber gaze, unseen and uncomprehended by man. Constant yearning, hunger. For flesh, for bloodlust, for isolation and freedom, to be feared, to be whispered about in hushed tales around a withering campfire. The creature in the forest, didn't you hear? If it catches you alone on a full moon it will peel your skin away from your body with fangs the size of your palms. Stay close. Your measly pocket knife won't do much in its wake I fear. A wild, snarling thing that flinches beneath humanity's touch and rejects their "civility" in favor of the murmuring creek that sings old and long forgotten hymns to the ancient mountains above.

I know when they look at me they see one of them, a human with soft skin and kind eyes, a human who smiles at them and perhaps offers a passing compliment, a human who always tries to coax the timid street cat and watchfully steps around sidewalk slugs. A human. But that is not what I am, at least not in the way that they are. And when I look back at them, with my green eyes that I wished glowed amber, I can't help but wonder "How could someone so divinely human find companionship with something so desperately unhuman as me? How long until you realize the humanoid body you see before you is merely a flawed disguise? Will you still grasp my hand with fond affection when it warps into a mangled paw?"

I wouldn't really call it dysphoria, but sometimes I just get this really sudden awareness (I think they're called sensory shifts?) where Im just like "woaHHH MAN IM WAY TOO FUCKING TALL RN WHAT THE HELL"

Do any other nonhumans get size dysphoria?? I feel like I'm the wrong size I feel like I should be the size of my 'types

As someone who's transmasc nonbinary, getting bottom surgery just isn't really something that appeals to me. Not sure why, I certainly have other forms of gender dysphoria, but Ive simply never felt discontent with what I was born with down there and currently have no plans to modify things.

However.

If it was possible for me to have a sheath I would POUNCE on that opportunity so fast omfg.

🐅 and 🐞!

🐅 ➤ Sort of? I usually only dress in natural/earthy colors which might be connected to my therianthropy in someway, as for specific theriotypes tho not really. If im feeling particularly connected to my canine types I might wear a tail or dress more masculine, but other than that no I dress pretty much the same all the time.

🐞 ➤ Yep! I have shifts from time to time. Mental, phantom, and dream shifts are the ones I experience. Most of the time they're canine centric.

Mental shifts are pretty uncommon, at least the ones that are actually intense enough for me to realize they're happening lol. I'll have them maybe once every few months. The ways I feel/act depend on what triggered the shift or what environment I was in when it happened, but usually I'll become energetic and more aware of my surroundings, I think less in actual thoughts and more so in basic emotions/instincts, I want to be away from humans and civilization, sometimes i'll have an increased prey drive or become more aggressive, and speaking feels uncomfortable. It's both a fun and annoying experience; fun because i feel more in tune with myself and feel physically stronger, annoying because usually when it happens im not in a place/situation where I can indulge it so I have to ignore it and act normal to the best of my abilities until it goes away.

Phantom Shifts really only happen when I meditate, or my body is otherwise relaxed (like when Im trying to sleep). The most common limb I'll feel are paws in place of my hands, but Ive also felt paws on my feet, a muzzle, wings on my back, and fangs. The best way I can describe how they feel is like wearing a glove or a shoe. Even though it technically isn't part of your body, you can still feel it attached to you, and if someone touched it you'd still be able to feel it.

Dream Shifts are the least common but most enjoyable shifts I have. Oddly, Im rarely physically nonhuman during these shifts, rather Im just able to run on all fours really fluidly, fly, vocalize, and/or in a mental shift mindset. I've always had extremely vivid and lifelike dreams where I can see, hear, and feel almost everything (both a blessing and a curse), so it's nice being able to feel almost fully nonhuman for once.

"therians know we're 100% human <3"

*explodes you with my brain*

Hell yeah im T4T 😎💪 (therian 4 therian)

the internal conflict between wanting to have a meat free diet bc of high empathy for animals / the environment, but also having theriotypes that instinctively crave meat 24/7 is so so real

when someone asks you if you want to be a parent someday and you have to lie and say idk instead of "yeah just probably not to human children"

me when the species dysphoria starts species dysphoria-ing

(WHERE ARE MY WINGS. WHERE ARE MY CLAWS.)

Just a really small vent piece, might go back to expand it later and make it into a full story. TW: Self harm/body horror

I unzip myself starting from the eyes, catching my eyelashes between my fingertips and ripping down. It is always difficult during this process of shedding to ignore the parts of the skin that I despise. The way it bulges and folds scatters my brain in panic to see. Tonight I feel wild with the need to get it off me, to not have to carry the burden of it, like an ill-fitting suit that itches with every movement. That fucking itchiness, always there, makes me want to scream. Sometimes it makes me weep. Tonight it makes me so eager to tear the skin off me that I do tear it accidentally, forming a thin line that wells up red after a second. In my itchy impatience I wait until I’m free to stitch the rip back together, guilty, knowing each red line acts as an arrow to point me out as a freak to others. I've seen the way they stare. They can go fuck themselves, I snarl now, knowing I won’t feel so confident when their eyes are scanning my skin, their lips curling. Problems for later. So many problems. I hang it up on a coat hanger and the head lolls down, eye sockets so empty they threaten to swallow me into their darkness. I close the closet door. I will open it again tomorrow morning.

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