Coyote HRT: Week 25
Nothing like some existentialism about your entire sense of being to start the day right. I know folks talk about "the crossroads" a lot but... nobody talks about how the "human you" dies so that the "animal you" can live.
Major thanks to AyvieArt and Lakehounds for the inspiration
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Nothing like some existentialism about your entire sense of being to start the day right. I know folks talk about "the crossroads" a lot but... nobody talks about how the "human you" dies so that the "animal you" can live.
Major thanks to AyvieArt and Lakehounds for the inspiration
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Comics
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File Size 1.15 MB
I didn't start HRT until almost six years ago, so I think my family's only seen me once or twice since then. I don't feel like I look much different, though, just a little bigger in the chest. Even before the HRT, though, there was a moment where I had a picture of my sister up on the screen, and a roommate walking by stopped and went "Huh, when was this taken? You look weird wearing a hat, and who's the kids?" And so I had to explain that was my sister and her two boys, not me. ^_^
As for being trans, I came out to them decades ago, but did a pretty bad job of it. Kinda tried to leave room to bail if they reacted badly, but it came across more like dropping a flashbang and running. They later said, "Yeah, we didn't know if you were just joking or what, and then you never mentioned it again, so WE didn't mention it..."
As for the animal side... I can't really think of a time where I wasn't internally already non-human. Part of my Breakdown and Reconstruction in high school involved getting over my denial of self and being willing to let myself be okay with that feeling. If I had access to some form of non-human HRT in real life, it would be a hard challenge to take it as prescribed instead of just downing the whole bottle at once, hah. (The real challenge is actually picking just one form out of the Schrodinger's Mess that is me. >.> )
My family knew about me being "furry" a long time ago, but they weren't really ever involved with that aspect of my life. Then I started writing, and finally admitted it to mom, and now she's an avid reader of my stuff. So... They've gotten a pretty good sense, I think, of just how quickly I'd jump on this. I'm pretty lucky in that regard, the main roadblock to my coming out died in 2000. Rest in piss and burn in hell, dad. ^_^
As for being trans, I came out to them decades ago, but did a pretty bad job of it. Kinda tried to leave room to bail if they reacted badly, but it came across more like dropping a flashbang and running. They later said, "Yeah, we didn't know if you were just joking or what, and then you never mentioned it again, so WE didn't mention it..."
As for the animal side... I can't really think of a time where I wasn't internally already non-human. Part of my Breakdown and Reconstruction in high school involved getting over my denial of self and being willing to let myself be okay with that feeling. If I had access to some form of non-human HRT in real life, it would be a hard challenge to take it as prescribed instead of just downing the whole bottle at once, hah. (The real challenge is actually picking just one form out of the Schrodinger's Mess that is me. >.> )
My family knew about me being "furry" a long time ago, but they weren't really ever involved with that aspect of my life. Then I started writing, and finally admitted it to mom, and now she's an avid reader of my stuff. So... They've gotten a pretty good sense, I think, of just how quickly I'd jump on this. I'm pretty lucky in that regard, the main roadblock to my coming out died in 2000. Rest in piss and burn in hell, dad. ^_^
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