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Do you believe in Werewolves?
7 years ago
Do you believe in werewolves? (originally posted on Pounced before the idiots got busted for trafficking minors.)
I believe that werewolves can exist, but certainly not like we are told they might exist. I make it a habit not to have faith in the words of others. I believe what I believe because of my own observations, not because what others tell me.
And yes, I do believe werewolves can exist. I just don't believe any exist today. Yet, that is...
I am an otherwise sound, reasonable, logical, intelligent, sane man of nearly half a century in years. I have held numerous professional positions. I have written, presented, and published technical, legal, journalistic, and even scientific papers. I pride myself on logic over emotion. I am an atheist. I think belief in ghosts and UFOs and contrails is pathetic and stupid, not to mention immature. Yet for some reason, I am always driven to a strong, mostly sexual desire to be a wolf or half-wolf. It is something I cannot explain despite my best efforts.
I am not sexually attracted to humans. I don't even like my own body. I don't feel right, sexually, unless I imagine myself covered in fur, bearing claws and fangs, a muzzle and long furry ears, a tail, and of course a sheath encapsulating a properly shaped piece of sexual equipment. And I don't feel right sexually unless I imagine my equipment doing its job, tying me to whomever it is I happen to be getting off with at the time, or unless I have the right equipment to play with. Human sex just doesn't do anything for me. I must see myself as or with a wolf.
I have tried to reason, to remember, to figure out why this is. But every time I always come back to the same thing: there must be a wolf within me somehow. I don't know how. I don't know why. And I don't even understand the nature of it. All I know is that cannot deny that there is something wolfish within me.
I desperately wish to explore this, and feel it is not something I can continue to explore alone. I have, after all, tried to manifest my desires, to change my physical form to fit what I believe is more appropriate, actively, for 35 years so far. And I have tried everything that I have imagined (and once upon a time heard) could or would work to effect such a physical transformation.
My life has led me down this path. I always sought to escape humanity, and to live where it would be safe for wolves to live. My desire to be a wolf, to be able to change, had me seeking to change the very world itself to accommodate me. I joined wolf recovery efforts with a passion not only to protect my brethren in the wild, but to ensure that I had a safe place to go when I finally changed. I uprooted my entire life from the southwestern desert to live in the northern rockies where I could safely change into a wolf, or so I thought. I felt it necessary to leave when a wolf was shot and killed less than a mile from me, especially after efforts to prevent the slaughter of wolves failed, permanently.
I have always, throughout my life, sought privacy and intimacy with nature.
Now, I am in the final stages of preparing for a life of complete privacy and the chance to have an intimate relationship with nature every day of my life with only few exceptions when I must reenter the modern human world for supplies. I have a few months, maybe a year or two of work before I leave mankind's societies altogether. I fondly wish to take at least one other wolf with me.
But as I have progressed towards my dreams so much - that is to say, I have altered my life to live more like wolves to such an extent that it is no longer safe for me to try to interact with people. Thus, I cannot find a mate in any "normal" sense, that is, I cannot intermingle with humans in order to try to find another wolf. And so it is that I come to Pounced, a place where I originally came to find others like me, and a place I assume others like me will look for me.
You know who you are. And you know what to do. All I offer is a potential future among fellow wolves, possibly even a real live werewolf. Ultimately, I'd like everyone around me to also be werewolves. But even if we can't make our fantasy manifest itself physically, we've always got costumes and infinite privacy to enjoy ourselves and each other amongst.
You know what to do if you are interested.
I believe that werewolves can exist, but certainly not like we are told they might exist. I make it a habit not to have faith in the words of others. I believe what I believe because of my own observations, not because what others tell me.
And yes, I do believe werewolves can exist. I just don't believe any exist today. Yet, that is...
I am an otherwise sound, reasonable, logical, intelligent, sane man of nearly half a century in years. I have held numerous professional positions. I have written, presented, and published technical, legal, journalistic, and even scientific papers. I pride myself on logic over emotion. I am an atheist. I think belief in ghosts and UFOs and contrails is pathetic and stupid, not to mention immature. Yet for some reason, I am always driven to a strong, mostly sexual desire to be a wolf or half-wolf. It is something I cannot explain despite my best efforts.
I am not sexually attracted to humans. I don't even like my own body. I don't feel right, sexually, unless I imagine myself covered in fur, bearing claws and fangs, a muzzle and long furry ears, a tail, and of course a sheath encapsulating a properly shaped piece of sexual equipment. And I don't feel right sexually unless I imagine my equipment doing its job, tying me to whomever it is I happen to be getting off with at the time, or unless I have the right equipment to play with. Human sex just doesn't do anything for me. I must see myself as or with a wolf.
I have tried to reason, to remember, to figure out why this is. But every time I always come back to the same thing: there must be a wolf within me somehow. I don't know how. I don't know why. And I don't even understand the nature of it. All I know is that cannot deny that there is something wolfish within me.
I desperately wish to explore this, and feel it is not something I can continue to explore alone. I have, after all, tried to manifest my desires, to change my physical form to fit what I believe is more appropriate, actively, for 35 years so far. And I have tried everything that I have imagined (and once upon a time heard) could or would work to effect such a physical transformation.
My life has led me down this path. I always sought to escape humanity, and to live where it would be safe for wolves to live. My desire to be a wolf, to be able to change, had me seeking to change the very world itself to accommodate me. I joined wolf recovery efforts with a passion not only to protect my brethren in the wild, but to ensure that I had a safe place to go when I finally changed. I uprooted my entire life from the southwestern desert to live in the northern rockies where I could safely change into a wolf, or so I thought. I felt it necessary to leave when a wolf was shot and killed less than a mile from me, especially after efforts to prevent the slaughter of wolves failed, permanently.
I have always, throughout my life, sought privacy and intimacy with nature.
Now, I am in the final stages of preparing for a life of complete privacy and the chance to have an intimate relationship with nature every day of my life with only few exceptions when I must reenter the modern human world for supplies. I have a few months, maybe a year or two of work before I leave mankind's societies altogether. I fondly wish to take at least one other wolf with me.
But as I have progressed towards my dreams so much - that is to say, I have altered my life to live more like wolves to such an extent that it is no longer safe for me to try to interact with people. Thus, I cannot find a mate in any "normal" sense, that is, I cannot intermingle with humans in order to try to find another wolf. And so it is that I come to Pounced, a place where I originally came to find others like me, and a place I assume others like me will look for me.
You know who you are. And you know what to do. All I offer is a potential future among fellow wolves, possibly even a real live werewolf. Ultimately, I'd like everyone around me to also be werewolves. But even if we can't make our fantasy manifest itself physically, we've always got costumes and infinite privacy to enjoy ourselves and each other amongst.
You know what to do if you are interested.
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