I am doorkin. I am friends with all the doors in my house. My favorite artist is The Doors. Sometimes I stand in front of people and make them twist my nipples for me to move out of their way, in a similar fashion a door would. I have a door in my room that I have taken out the knob so I have sex with that beautiful piece of carpentry. I hate being slammed and feeling unappreciated. Next time you see a door, think of me you ableist bastards.
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Anonymous asked: I've always known about otherkin but honestly I thought it was stupid (I'm so sorry) I've recently started looking in to it and I kind of realized something..... I guess I was scared of otherkin. I was scared to look in to it because I KNEW. Deep down inside me that I was otherkin. That I'm catkin (or felinekin). My entire life I've always acted animalistic I guess. When I was little I would climb trees and meow at people. I would eat bugs and strange things. I would beg my dad to let me eat raw meat and I even purred when I was an infant. I still do it without thinking about it. I’ve always stretched like a cat and I have extremely (my husband says scarily good) night vision. Everyone’s always told me that I act like a cat but I didn’t want to face it because otherkin is looked down on so much. I wanted to be normal I guess… But I’ve realized that this IS normal. This is me.