Sticky: Grumble Greetings
This will mostly be about my experience being nonhuman, but there may be some other bits here and there.
You can find me on tumblr and nonhuman national park.
Here is my library full of nonhuman resources and my personal website
I am a gillman plenanima and jersey devil pencorpus, which is short for having many different types that interact in strange ways. Of my plenanima and pencorpus, the most spoken about identities of mine are: gillman otherkin, transspecies gargoyle otherkith, minotaur archetrope, physical archaeosapience, and fictionfolk.
If I mention or talk about a label, I will tag it.
"Journal" tag is for daily events in my life.
"Of the Swamp" is directly about my personal experience as nonhuman. Most posts will fall under this, but not all of them.
I am in my 20's and I use s/he. Do not use they/them for me, thank you.
I enjoy lurking. I am trying to start writing about my experiences more directly. Most of what happens in my brain stays in my brain.
Godbwye.
Frustrations
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Physicality as a Gillman and a Gargoyle
Human evolution is something that is deeply important to me. I've discussed being archeosapient in the past and how that impacts my plenanima as a whole. I've also been thinking about my connection to evolution in regards to my physical body and how my human body carries and holds that history. It's not something metaphorical or spiritual, the whole reason we know about evolution to begin with is the shared and passed down traits shared between modern beasts and the fossil record.
My shoulder girdle, how my shoulders and neck are connected and supported, originated from a bone that used to support gills. The ways that my veins and blood run through my body are strange and twisted because the body plan that they originated in is aquatic in nature. Evolution is not an all-knowing, intelligent process. It approximates, it slides by with the lowest effort possible. Many of the issues in my body, issues innate to all human bodies, are because of the nature of evolution and all the changes we've been through.
I made a silly post on tumblr about this. What's interesting about that post is that I was in a classroom. The idea that physical bodies hold their evolutionary past is something that has been taught to me time and time again in my biological anthropology classes. I believe that, in that specific post, my professor was referencing Your Inner Fish by Neil Shubin. I've found some excerpts from his book, specifically about hiccups.
Shubin writes that:
Our tendency to develop hiccups is another influence of our past. There are two issues to think about. The first is what causes the spasm of nerves that initiates the hiccup. The second is what controls that distinctive hic, the abrupt inhalation–glottis closure. The nerve spasm is a product of our fish history, while the hic is an outcome of the history we share with animals such as tadpoles.
First, fish. Our brain can control our breathing without any conscious effort on our part. Most of the work takes place in the brain stem, at the boundary between the brain and the spinal cord. The brain stem sends nerve impulses to our main breathing muscles. Breathing happens in a pattern. Muscles of the chest, diaphragm, and throat contract in a well-defined order. Consequently, this part of the brain stem is known as a “central pattern generator.” This region can produce rhythmic patterns of nerve and, consequently, muscle activation. A number of such generators in our brain and spinal cord control other rhythmic behaviors, such as swallowing and walking.
The problem is that the brain stem originally controlled breathing in fish; it has been jerry-rigged to work in mammals. Sharks and bony fish all have a portion of the brain stem that regulates the rhythmic firing of muscles in the throat and around the gills. The nerves that control these areas all originate in a well-defined portion of the brain stem. We can even see this nerve arrangement in some of the most primitive fish in the fossil record. Ancient ostracoderms, from rocks over 400 million years old, preserve casts of the brain and cranial nerves. Just as in living fish, the nerves that control breathing extend from the brain stem.
This works well in fish, but it is a lousy arrangement for mammals. In fish the nerves that control breathing do not have to travel very far from the brain stem. The gills and throat generally surround this area of the brain. Mammals have a different problem. Our breathing is controlled by muscles in the wall of our chest and by the diaphragm, the sheet of muscle that separates chest from abdomen. Contraction of the diaphragm controls inspiration. The nerves that control the diaphragm exit our brain just as they do in fish, and they leave from the brain stem, near our neck. These nerves, the vagus and the phrenic nerve, extend from the base of the skull and travel through the chest cavity to reach the diaphragm and the portions of the chest that control breathing. This convoluted path creates problems; a rational design would have the nerves traveling not from the neck but from somewhere nearer the diaphragm. Unfortunately, anything that interferes with one of these nerves can block their function or cause a spasm.
If the odd course of our nerves is a product of our fishy past, the hiccup itself is likely the product of our history as amphibians. Hiccups are unique among our breathing behaviors in that an abrupt intake of air is followed by a closure of the glottis. Hiccups seem to be controlled by a central pattern generator in the brain stem: stimulate this region with an electrical impulse, and we stimulate hiccups. It makes sense that hiccups are controlled by a central pattern generator, since, as in other rhythmic behaviors, a typical sequence of events happens during a hic.
It turns out that the pattern generator responsible for hiccups is virtually identical to one in amphibians. And not in just any amphibians—in tadpoles, which use both lungs and gills to breathe. Tadpoles use this pattern generator when they breathe with gills. In that circumstance, they want to pump water into their mouth and throat and across the gills, but they do not want the water to enter their lungs. To prevent it from doing so, they close the glottis, the flap that closes off the breathing tube. And to close the glottis, tadpoles have a central pattern generator in their brain stem so that an inspiration is followed immediately by a closing glottis. They can breathe with their gills thanks to an extended form of hiccup.
The parallels between our hiccups and gill breathing in tadpoles are so extensive that many have proposed that the two phenomena are one and the same. Gill breathing in tadpoles can be blocked by carbon dioxide, just like our hiccups. We can also block gill breathing by stretching the wall of the chest, just as we can stop hiccups by inhaling deeply and holding our breath. Perhaps we could even block gill breathing in tadpoles by having them drink a glass of water upside down.
And how wonderful is that? That hundreds of millions of years later, amphibians and I share the same physical traits. We came from the same place and were, at one point, the same thing. I hold that past physically within me. And I love it.This has led me to kinsider the term "physically archaeosapient", in the sense that the most important part to me of my archeosapience is the physicality. But I am hesitant to do this.
Much of the pushback that physical nonhumans face is that the claims about their bodies are not considered "real" by outsiders or doctors. Their community has been overtaken to a degree by those who are "philosophically nonhuman", in that because their mind is nonhuman, their body is nonhuman. It's an issue many of my mutuals and peers have tried to speak up against, with little to no avail.
I have brought up many facts about my body and an interpretation of my body that is backed by science. It's something that I can say and talk about without being perceived as "mad" or "insane". This is not an experience that my physical nonhuman peers share with me. I fear that by using scientific theory to "back up" my claims I would be indirectly implying that my physical nonhumanity is somehow "more real" or "more valid". One of the many issues the nonhuman community faces is sanism. I don't want to contribute to that or rub any of my peers the wrong way, but the scientific validity of evolution in my bones is deeply important to me and what I want to talk about. So while physical archaeosapience describes me literally, I don't know if it works well when compared to the greater physical nonhuman experience. Maybe this is a nonissue that I'm overthinking. Maybe the topic of my physicality (human evolution/aquatic past) is different enough for me to not contribute to this issue. I'm not sure.
What is for sure, though, is that I am very proud of and comforted by my past as an amphibian. I consider myself to be the embodiment of the liminality between aquatic and terrestrial life due to my connection to the history carried in me.
When I first kinfirmed being a gargoyle otherheart, it was fast. Over the year and a half I've had that identity, I've thought a lot about if I'm a gargoyle otherkin or otherheart. I do not consider myself to be a gargoyle in the way I am a gillman, but the way I interact with gargoyles in no where near the same way that I interact with fish or bugs, two otherheart identities I have that are deeply impactful and emotional. Recently, I've changed the gargoyle otherheart label into a gargoyle otherkith, to sort of differentiate between my fish/bug and gargoyle experience. Unlike bug and fish, I experience gargoyleness. I experience gargoyleness internally and through a perception of shared experiences. Gargoyles and I are similar not in form or experience, but in emotions and traits and our positions physically and within society.
Otherkith is deeply regarded as the less popular, less preferred alternative to "otherheart". In regards to myself and my identity, I'm going to push against the idea that kith and hearted are the same. As stated above, there is an inherent gargoyleness to me. The aloofness and distance, but also the state of being stone.
A few things have happened to me recently.
Thing the first: I have been having a discussion with others on how being stone impacts the way we see and treat our body. Gargoyles are protective, they are built to last. They are a functional part of a building. These are traits in gargoyles that I admire and, if given the opportunity, I'd love to see those traits in me. They are, honestly, traits that I've always wanted for myself. I want to be strong, sturdy, and reliable. I want to use my body to support things around me. This is something that I think also comes from my bull and equine paratypes. Physical work is wonderful. I've always let myself be the "pack mule", the one to carry or pull something (assuming it is within my ability to do so).
Thing the second: I have begun to work out more. Working out has always been a bit far away from me. Those I've been near who knew how to work out always considered my goal to be "unrealistic". The way that I wanted to feel and be was not biologically possible for me. This was, at the time, said by cishet male friends of mine. They all knew I was a lesbian who wanted to align myself more with masculinity, and they actively pushed me away from the thought that it would ever be possible. These were people who, in every other aspect of my life, have been understanding and supportive. I trusted them to have good opinions about my life, and in nearly every other way, I can say that they did. But they ruined the idea of building muscle for a very long time, and made the idea of working out very uncomfortable, dysphoric even. Instead of feeling better in my body, they told me that it'd only emphasize my "feminine traits" (hips and things, I assume they meant).
Within recent months, I've been able to refocus my goals for my body on how I feel existing inside of it. I've been gaining weight and it's been nice, I enjoy how I feel with more meat on my bones, but I lack the strength that I'd like to come with the added weight. I've learned more about what building muscle can look like, and I've realized that what I want for myself isn't that far-fetched. Misogyny ruined the idea of exercise to me, I was told that it'd only make me more feminine and I'd be disappointed. This is something I've had in my mind for a year or so now.
A dear friend of mine is studying kinesiology right now with the goal to go into physical therapy. She's obsessed with creating workout plans for her friends, and has decided that I am going to be her final project (a literal final project for a class, mind you! Her assignment is to create a customized plan for a peer). The process of this has been... good for me. She understands my goals and what I like and dislike. While I haven't been fully transparent with my true intentions (desire to be a big buff lesbian), she knows the way I want my body to be and is setting me up and teaching me how to get there. She's been teaching me how to use all of the machines that I was too scared to learn on my own and easy workouts I can do on my own without any equipment. It was such a nice experience, getting to reintroduce myself to this without fear or shame. And even after one workout and a few exercises this morning, I'm already feeling a lot better about myself.
Thing the third: I've been unearthing old issues about my gender and my body. It has a lot to do with being a lesbian, too. I've always struggled to understand and make sense of the "masculinity" inside of me. For a while I thought maybe I was genderfluid, a binary trans man, agender, nonbinary, or a plethora of other labels. But none of them ever felt good or right on me. They were all wrong, just as wrong as being a cis woman. When I discovered I was a lesbian, many of these issues began to evaporate. Butchfemme culture was home to me, and I found myself very comforted in butch identity. It still wasn't perfect, but man! It was really close. I had always wanted a sort of "third gender", and this was a great option for that.
When I started to approach butch identity more and bring it into my real life, I was met with many roadblocks and no idea how to overcome them. Particularly with fashion and physical strength. Most of my resources were online and not in real life. Then, of course, issues with my family and being in an traditional sorority that paralyzed me with fear. But I started inching there, slowly. I remember at one point, I got clocked as a bit of a butch by someone my age on a train. It was nice, I liked it. Then it all sort of got put on pause when I got with my partner, a butch lesbian.
Having a butch regularly in my life was great, highly recommend. It let me partake in butchfemme culture without having to go through all those scary challenges. If I was going to resign myself to exist in femininity, then I was going to do it within the safety of butchness and lesbianism, in a way where I escaped the ideas of "womanhood" that I hated and could slip into something more natural. And out of all of the things that I have actively participated in, this one has been the easiest and the most satisfying. I've placed myself in the futch category because of it. I can't remove butch values from me, I've said I've had a "little butch lesbian in my heart" since I was 15. Realizing I was a lesbian at 18 was realizing that butchfemme identity was available to me. Just because my physical presentation is currently off does not mean that the emotional attachment has left. And being more femme leaning in my everyday life is still important to me, because all of butchfemme is important to me. A lot of myself revolves around butch identity, and if I'm not going to let myself be butch, at least I can be in constant companionship with one!
I have no desire to break down any sort of dynamic in my relationship or imply that it "stopped me" from becoming who I wanted to be. It hasn't! It's given me a safe place to explore being more feminine and to figure out what actually makes me uncomfortable about being seen as feminine. Is being seen as a sexual entity bad? Is it the power dynamics? Is it something else entirely? And I do think I needed that, I think that its been crucial to figuring out what I want to do with myself and my body. I have, for so long, been hard set against the idea of being feminine at all, and I think completely rejecting the concept of being feminine is one of the reasons it's been taking me so long to figure out what the hell my gender is, anyway. I've been just hating it all for so long, I needed to actually work out what things I liked.
The gender I've been set on is all very... animalistic. It's harry and fat and smelly, it's being female in the way a pig is a female. It's not clean, its not quiet. It's got horns and tusks and saggy boobs and it screams and squeals and likes to eat. It's not all that different from being a male animal, and in many ways has very masculine things about it. It's more than "tomboyish", more specific that "nonbinary". It's moving away from femininity as we know and understand it now and moves towards an earlier version of it, perhaps in a way that interacts with my archaeosapience. It is a transition away from one version of femineity and towards one of my own creation.
All of this to say, I feel I am being spurred more towards being a gargoyle and molding my body into the things that I have always admired in gargoyles. I'd like to transition to being a gargoyle in the sense that my body is strong and sturdy. I am physically fit in a way that I've always wanted to be. Just as gargoyles are beasts ugly enough to scare off evil spirits, I want my version of female to deviate and ward off "traditional" feminine values and expectations. I want my position, like a gargoyle and a butch, to be something reliable and resourceful. I want to serve a purpose that supports those around me. My gargoyle otherkith is clinging onto this and clawing into it, I can't separate this part of my nonhumanity from how I want to experience my gender and body. I want the way I experience my gender and body to be nonhuman.
The road to becoming more of a gargoyle is a long one, and it will take me months to years to get my body to the place I want it. I'm not strong. I'm squishy and weak. But I have options, now. I have confidence in myself and trust in those around me that I've lacked for so long. If I do end up letting myself do this, it's going to be a very, very long journey. But I want to do it, I have people around me who want to do it with me, and I think it will be good for me.
I'm not sure what to call this. I want to call it something, I want to have a way to communicate this and talk about it. I want the experience of living in my body to align with the gargoyle experience and to communicate my arcaeosapience. I don't want to be transspecies in the sense that others view me as nonhuman, but I want the experience of living in my body to reflect nonhuman values.
Unlike a lot of transspecies individuals in the community, I am not changing myself to alleviate species dysphoria. The changes I'm looking to have done do not include anything hormonal (I have debated taking testosterone, but I carry the male pattern baldness gene and I love my hair too much to risk that) or surgical. In fact, my human body is a very important part of the whole experience, as it's how I am physically archaeosapient. In the most extreme situation, I might consider gill tattoos. For that reason, transspecies feels a bit misleading and inaccurate.
Because the transition would be from one version of femininity to another version that hangs in the ambiguous vaguely nonbinary area, I'm tempted to call it transfem. Many people get mad at the idea of afab perisex transfems, but what else am I to call a transition from one feminine gender to another? Nonhuman transfem is semantically better, but it also doesn't feel right in my gut, either.
Internally transspecies might be something, as it's the internal experience I'm wishing to change. If I want to get more into specifics with it, then I can bring in the transfem part, but that's probably something I will shove away into my little hidey hole. I'm not in the business of getting my shit rocked by folks who don't understand what I'm trying to communicate here.
Insight and conversation from others would be helpful. I feel like I'm overestimating how serious some of these labels are, but I'm also pedantic and never satisfied with a label unless it is completely accurate to me and how I feel. If I have a bit of doubt about what a word means or entails, I'm not very likely to use it. I could easily go talk to some of my physical and transspecies peers about their experience, but I wanted to write down all of my Raw Thoughts on the matter before I really start to dig into what to call myself.
This was a lot, thank you to those who managed to read it all. There are probably many typos in here and it's a little cluttered. I will clean them up at a later date.
That is all for now.
Godbwye.
Strange Things
I'm not worried about our friendship, he knows a decent bit about how I see myself as fish more than man, but it's still frustrating. I made that tumblr blog as a private space for myself, but now most of my close friends IRL know about it. It's not private anymore, and I find myself feeling exposed and embarrassed.
Recently I've deleted and shut off many of my other online personas. My gillman spaces were very comfortable, but now I feel the need to run away again. I guess I was a bit too reckless with this one, not having separate accounts and all. I don't think it will end up being good for me to have this many eyes on me. Private spaces are important to me. I've had bad OCD about surveillance for years, and knowing that I don't have a space that is As Private anymore freaks me out.
Dreamwidth is still nice, especially since I am in Mississippi. Most of those who I want to hide from don't have VPNs, so this page is all but inaccessible to them. It's not like I have anything to hide, but I just want to be alone (in regards to IRL people) a lot of the time. Who knows what will come of this, I might start posting more and more on here instead of my tumblr.
I'm not even upset about the otherkin thing. I love talking about this part of myself, and I do think my friends would have interesting takes on it. They're all very smart and cool. This is just about the violation of privacy that I've had in my spaces by them over this past year.
We'll see. Sorry this is so negative. I just need to get my grievances about this out in a place that wont be seen by those involved in this. Which is just strange for me to admit. Oh well.
Horsing Around or..... Horse
I will admit, I enjoyed their expression as they processed what they just experienced. It's a weird sensation the first time it really happens. They had it only very briefly, but it was potent enough to make them pause.
This isn't the first time I've been with an orthohuman while they have a brief cameo. I'm not open with the nonhuman label specifically, but I won't hide my phantom sensations or connection to gillmen if the conversation deems it appropriate. At one point, I explained my simple meditation process for forcing phantom sensations a dear friend of mine. She tried it out, and ended up with phantom fairy wings for three days! She was baffled, and I just had to giggle. Many don't understand how vivid these things can be or that they're even real until it happens to them.
I explained to my girlfriend about how I developed phantom sensations and how they're not really that uncommon. It was a good, short conversation before they had to go to their office hours.
Just a moment from today I wanted to stash somewhere. Will my girlfriend end up being alterhuman in some way? I don't think so, personally. They still feel very human (compared to my nonhuman friends whom feel distinctly Animalistic). I think this was a cameo from simply being exposed to nonhuman content through me and some very strong emotions they've been feeling recently.
But who knows, really? I may be dating a horse!
Portrait
Self portrait. Not perfect, I always struggle drawing the frills all down my back and there are a couple things I'd change, but I do enjoy it. Its good for something I whipped up in an hour or so.
My appearance as a gillman is very fluid. Frills, flipper feet, and webbed hands are really the only thing consistent with it. Sometimes my skin is smooth and amphibious, sometimes its thick like an alligator. Teeth change often, as do the fins on my body. I get them on my arms, but sometimes it's frills on my arms. Legs are always a toss up between smooth and frog-like or filled with rudder-like fins. Sometimes my color is dark and murky, others it's bright green like a tree frog.
The version here, though, is a good representation of how I feel most of the time (because it doesn't show some of the more wishy-washy traits). I don't like it enough to make it a profile picture anywhere, but I am fond enough of it to post here and there.
Archaeosapient Concept
Timekin was barren and what was there was made up of those who identified as time, as those who had domain over time, and those who believed they should have been born in a different time. I think it took me maybe ten minuets to read everything in those tumblr tags, and none of it seemed to describe what I'm trying to get it. There were a few posts on Facebook which I scrolled through, but it was mostly the same thing.
Conceptkin had many more posts, but it wasn't exactly what I was looking for. Evolution isn't a concept in the way that, say, friendship is a concept. Its something that has happened and is happening. It's slow, but its physical. I guess the concept of change in relation to evolution could fit neatly under conceptkin neatly, but that's not what I'm going for either. Paleoconceptkin felt closer, but there is still the issue with conceptkin not being fully accurate.
I described my search on NNP and got a suggestion pretty quickly, archaeosapience.
I am the embodiment of a very specific moment in evolution that took place during the Devonian period. I am the emergence of tetrapods and amphibians. I am that transition period between aquatic and terrestrial life. I'm not a specific species, but the events that happened in that time are very physical in me. I consider my body to be a map of these events. I hold the changes that took place during that time within me, in the shape of my bones and the way I stand. All signs of our amphibian past in the human body are tenfold in me.
My hearthome is the Devonian. My fiction is based off of the Devonian and has become a second hearthome. I am an alien not because I'm from a different planet, but because the Devonian was so alien and different to the world I live in now. Gillmen are, in their lore, from the Devonian. There is this understanding of a happening within me, this understanding of change in the moment and change to come. But it's contained. It's apart of human evolution, but the train tracks stop at amphibians. I understand, logically, that I should be able to follow this feeling further. It should transition to becoming a human, but it doesn't. There are massive gaps in this neoma (not as it pertains to memory, more like a spatial awareness) that can't be filled. A piece is missing, and although I logically know this space is filled with primates, it's just not innate in the same way. That's why my range of knowledge and connection is so specific around this one event.
I think this is one of the many factors pulling me to gillmen. Gillmen are that blend of human and amphibian. It's a gradient between what I know I was and what I see I am. And, because of my ambiguous physical shape as the embodiment of tetrapod evolution and the importance of that evolution in regards to my physical body, the gillman is just a natural conclusion boosted by the coincidence that popular media depicts gillmen as something from the Devonian (especially since I had this connection to Gillmen, evolution, and the Devonian before I discovered that link in media).
Archaeosapience feels like something that I could fit into. I am a carrier of that ancient event. I am a physical manifestation of a specific moment in time. The logic I'm using for this identity is technically applicable to every biological human, however it's profoundness and importance to me has warped my sense of humanity that is deeply impactful. To some degree we might say that my gillman plenanima is a result and exploration of archaeopothos. That alienation and strangeness of that disconnect. A way to turn it from something abstract into something more concrete, my fiction-crafting as a way to engage with it directly. It's the string of my charm bracelet.
There is still, of course, the question of how to articulate the difference between my archaeosapience and that of a paleotherian. In this context, conceptkin feels a bit more correct. An archaeosapient concept, maybe. Archaeosapient personification. Who knows. I sure don't. But I am excited to have something new to poke around with and explore. Hopefully I'll develop some interesting thoughts on it as I continue along.
Philosophically Fictional
The use of fiction when attempting to portray reality is not uncommon in literature. There are textbooks on this topic, but it's not just limited to fiction or narrative writing. There is a sentiment within the humanities that many of us ("us" being generally anyone who enjoys literature, theory, philosophy, and other things in that vein) are crafting fictions more than anything else. Since philosophy can only exist in extremes (and therefore not in the real world), everything to do with philosophy and theory exists in a fictional projection of our world. Feminist theory may be derived from real world experiences, but the theory itself is a fiction crafted. The theory as it exists in its original, fictional state can not be perfectly applied to the real world. We may have bodies taking steps that actualize ideas that fall in line with the theory, but because philosophy can only exist in extremes that the world simply can't meet, then the theory in its whole entirety can never be perfectly applied. This is not to say that the theory is wrong or inaccurate or that it's not worth taking seriously. It's important to take fiction seriously, and philosophy has always been explored through literature and fiction. What is Plato's Ideal State if not a fancy world building project? And any fan of Science Fiction can tell you just how real fiction can be---it's what the genre was created to do. By crafting fiction, the sci-fi author is interacting with "What-If's" and/or trying to comprehend and communicate lived experiences in order to make the audience think or better understand the world around them. Crafting fiction has always been a vessel in which we can explore and interact with the real world.
The next step is my belief that there will never be a true projection of the self. I think that everybody is so deeply nuanced and complex that no matter how many labels, terms, or identities you put on to someone, none of it will ever be able to really capture the essence of someone. There will always be approximations, assumptions, and gaps to fill. That's not a bad thing, but it's just a thing that is. I say I am a lesbian, and someone knows what that means for the general population. But that term does not fully grasp what I am. We can get closer, and I'll say that I'm an aromantic lesbian. But that's still not fully accurate. Quoiromantic lesbian. Okay, but then that all intersects with gender in weird ways. Quoiromantic futch she/he lesbian. But then there are nuances with my sexuality that might be considered on the ace spectrum. And what about the origins of all of this? What about the development of it? Does this label represent how being futch isn't a fashion thing, but rather my complex relationship with butch/femme dynamics? And there is no discussion about my deep desire for a socially accepted third gender. Or my interesting desire to be altersex. But I hate all terms about being altersex and not cis but also not anything else and there are so many words but no matter how many I tack on, I will never be able to fully encapsulate my whole self or identity into a form that is digestible and understandable for anyone else. I change daily, I have no idea if the version of me that I project right now will be the same tomorrow. The odds that I publish this, look back in a week, and disagree with it are not zero. And I fully believe everyone to be like that. There isn't anything wrong with trying or wanting to define yourself, it's important to have a way to articulate things that are important to you. I just simply think these tools have limits and that the mind is so complex and ever-changing that there will always be a limit as to how much we can communicate about our inner worlds. And where does that leave us? In saying that I am a lesbian, I am leaving it up to my audience to understand what that means and apply their framework of the concept of a "lesbian" on to me. In sharing my identity like this, I am asking my peers to create their own fiction of what and who I am. I can elaborate on this, I can clarify things, but there will always be gaps. So identity labels are just a way in which we encourage others to create fictions about us, so that they may begin to understand us better.
The fiction I talk about here feels far away from the fictionfolk community, but I don't think it is. We can easily connect "The Glass Menagerie", fiction-crafting, and the complex innerworkings of the individual. If we can never fully or accurately communicate our sense of self and if we know the best way to explore complex ideas that will never be realized in full in shared reality is though fiction, then why shouldn't fiction be the easiest way for to explore ourselves? For a lot of us, that's exactly what we do. We latch on to stories that are dear to us, we write and talk about and emulate things in fiction that help us communicate with each other. So many of us explore concepts and ideas in the fiction we craft. These imaginary realities, these little fictions, are the best tool that I believe we have when it comes to sharing ourselves in their rawest forms.
So much of myself was explored through a fiction that I created nine years ago. It unearthed things, it solidified my identity as nonhuman. Through it, I've explored my own emotions about death, about spirituality. My connection to evolution and my love for wetlands and... everything. I have to limit myself, here, because this fiction that I have created is the basis in which I explore every aspect of myself. Gender, sexuality, morality, my own interpersonal relationships with others. How I feel about politics, the environment, the food I eat. I've created a sieve through which I push everything through. It is a world that was made for me and let me outline my nonhumanity with chalk. I can not overstate how impactful this fiction has been to my identity as a whole. It is no coincidence that those who know about this fiction understand me better that I understand myself. I do not tell many about it, it's one of the most intimate things I can do with someone. It is not perfect, I have said that I don't think you can ever perfectly project a full identity, but it is the most powerful tool I have. And I think that others would agree, that there is a very real intimacy that comes with sharing these fictions we've crafted. Even if they're not all connected or complex like mine are. Sometimes they're just simple stories. A lot of times I think people would call this OCkin. And I don't think that's inaccurate, but I do think it's sort of a small scope to use when talking about such a pervasive part of many of our lives.
Almost my entire sense of self has been explored and solidified through fiction. I explore more every day. It's a thing that I do and it's how I've always worked. There were fictions before I made my current one and sometimes there are different ones on the side. In the future, I will come up with new ones. You can not separate the use of fiction from my identity and you also can't get rid of its residue on how I portray myself. The process of pushing myself through that sieve leaves a mark that will be there until I stop using fiction in this way. My whole self is constantly being examined through fiction, therefore I consider myself to be fictional. Fiction as a tool to understand myself is so pervasive and important to me, you can't separate any part of me from it. Such a large chunk of my understanding of myself exists purely in fiction and will likely never leave that fiction. In this way, I consider myself to be fictionfolk.
Now, I don't see this same sentiment very often. Maybe this is common and I'm just missing out! It's fully possible. Maybe this is well understood within the community and I simply haven't caught on. I'm not sure. But it's one of the reasons why I've been so hesitant to interact more with the fictionfolk community. I feel like our understanding of what it means to be fictional is so different and I don't know how to bridge this gap. It's taken me a long while to figure out how to articulate the way all of this connects, and it still has a few holes in it. But I think I'm going to call myself fictionfolk more from now on, because the use of fiction in identity formation has simply been too important for me to look over. Part of me fears that this will be like a (very) watered down version of the "metaphorically/philosophically physical nonhuman" thing, but I also trust that I have mutuals and followers and peers that will direct me away from that if this is the case. I am fictionfolk not because of a certain connection to a media, but because of how I use fiction to explore and experiment and solidify with my identity in all aspects.
I hope this makes sense. I hope I've gotten my point across. And I hope I will stop thinking so much about being fictional now, because it's been chewing at my brain for a while. But who knows, really. I may come back to this tomorrow and rewrite all of it.
Thanks for reading.
Godbwye.
Plenanima Problems
We know that pencorpus is about nonhuman experiences I have that are not incredibly important to me. I experience them, they aren't somehow "lesser" than or "less vivid" than other experiences. They're just not central to my identity. But that leaves a gap in my vocabulary- what IS central to my [nonhuman] identity, and how do I talk about it in regards to my pencorpus? I've drawn a line between "central to identity" and "not central to identity" but only named one side of it. So I'm going to call this unnamed side, this bag that holds all of the identities that are central to my sense of self, a plenanima. Full (plen) soul (anima), to oppose the pen (almost) corpus (body). This allows me to differentiate between these two types of things I experience.
Being a gillman otherkin and alien satelle are the two big players in my plenanima, with my xenomorph link and stitch fictionkin nesting inside of the alien satelle. There is my gargoyle otherheart, as well. I am unsure where my minotaur archetrope sits, as it effects my pencorpus but is central to my identity. Respontis, perhaps. An item (res) that briddges (pontis), although I'm not sure if labeling this in-between is necessary right now. But I'll put respontis in my pocket just in case. This is about plenanimas.
Like my pencorpus creates a jersey devil, my plenanima creates a gillman. There is, of course, a gillman kintype within the plenanima, but I simply can not ignore how my connection with cephalopods, bugs, shellfish, other invertebrates, and fish as a whole deeply impact my form as a gillman. I like gillmen, I'd enjoy being one without all of this extra stuff, but the wonder and connection I feel when I see some of these other beasts is so strong and so important to me that I can't meaningfully talk about my identity as a gillman without at least acknowledging all of these different influences. Otters, seals, eels, cetaceans, and so many others.
There has always been an element of fluidity in my identity. I've talked about this, and it's not new to me. I've changed shapes and forms multiple times. I don't like to be pinned down to a singular thing, if my identity gets too singular I have to leave and run for another. This hasn't been happening with nonhumanity, but I feel like the language I have to describe myself is limited to "multiple full, separate things", "lesser things", and "fully shapeshifter". I haven't found the language to talk about how all of these things are connected all of the time, how this fluidity still revolves around a single concept, that even cameo shifts and paratypes impact everything else. Plenanima and pencorpus let me do that, and I can talk about an identity with the added context that it interacts with every other thing in this identity bag I've made for myself.
I'm not going to make a coining post for plenanima like I did satellotype or pencorpus because I just don't need to. Satelle and pencorpus were always for me, and no one else. I don't care if others use them, I'd be glad to know that others find value in them, but I'm not a term or identity coiner and looking back I think it's a little silly that I formatted those posts like that.
In my post "On Octopi" I talked about how I was going to avoid plenanima because I didn't want to split up my identity into so many different parts. That's still true, but ever since I introduced myself to the idea of plenanima, I haven't been able to shake it. It works so well, it makes so much sense for me. Over the past month I've been trying to think about my fluidity like I did before I knew all about the different nonhuman terms. Small bits that make up a larger one, like a blackberry. Not separate things to be named. That's what my goal for plenanima is, I think. And it's been working so far. It feels great.
Thanks for reading.
Godbwye.
Pigs and my Pencorpus
On The Minotaur and Myself
Been thinking more on the minotaur archetype. I haven't seen anyone talk about what that means, nor is there much discussion on the minotaur archetype in general. Most of it what I can find are ai written articles. Which actually really sucks. I may look a bit deeper and in a few different places to see what good analysis of the minotaur I can find, but seeing that I can not seem to find any other mention of a minotaur archetrope anywhere, it's probably on me to define it and talk about it. Since I guess I've decided that I am one now.
On Octopi:
I wonder if its worth it to dive deeper into my love for cephalopods. I've loved them a lot for a while now. I remember rereading a NatGeo article for them when I was maybe 13 and just becoming obsessed with them. Believe it or not, they're the reason I'm a gillman. Dreaming about octopus aliens was the thing that pushed me out of draconity and into fishhood about nine years ago. My Octopus Teacher, The Mountain Under The Sea, Remarkably Bright Creatures.... all things that I have adored over the years.
It's very safe to say that they have impacted me deeply, but I don't know how to articulate that. It's not something separate from being a gillman, they are apart of my overall identity. When I say I am a gillman, I mean I am a cephalopod, an eel, a gar, an alligator, a sturgeon... I am all of these things and probably more shoved into a human body and told to walk on legs. Just like how the Ichthyostega was put onto its legs in the late Devonian, I, too, rise out of the swamp and find joy on land. I am a transitional fossil between the human and the aquatic. I exist in the space between a world so foreign, so inaccessible to me, and the human world.
And within this trail mix bag of an identity, there is the local environment. My swamps, my wetlands, the fish that keep the local economy alive and that I grew up catching and eating. You can't separate my gillmanhood from my adoration for the culture and ecosystems of my home. The Ichthyostega was from Greenland, but I am here, in the American South. The form I take and the way I connect with the world around me is directly tied to where I grew up. Unlike many nonhumans, my "habitat" would have always been near my childhood. Of course, not everything here is swampland, but the cypress trees grow wherever there is water, be it creek or flooded lawn, and that's where you'll find me. Near them and in the mud. Had I grown up in the mountains, my nonhumanity would have manifested completely differently.
And then my inner world, which I have an interesting relationship with. I call it a world building project but its more like... building a world for me. I share it with others and they see it as my original characters and while they aren't wrong, those who have watched it grow know that it is like a memoir to me. It's how I process my life, the world around me. How I make sense of the things that happen and explorations of my urges and desires that really drive my nonhumanity. I am them, they are me. They don't make up my whole identity, there are other things I experience that they don't and things that they do that I have no intimate connection to. But their bodies and their world is one that I would be more comfortable in. They were created from the previously mentioned alien octopi dream and have gone on to become a manifestation (or perhaps even a love letter) to the things that I believe to make me nonhuman.
So, is it worth it to dive deeper into my love for cephalopods? They are such a small part of this large, complex identity that intertwines with my whole life. They aren't an identity on their own, but its clear that they are an integral part of why I am the way I am today. Even if we take into account my adoration for fish monsters as a child and the playful onset of phantom webbed hands from games of play-pretend, it is the octopus that completely rewrote the way I see myself. I think that deserves interrogating and paying more attention to. But outside of consuming more octopi media, I am unsure how to do that. I can connect with gillmanhood as a whole through food, movement, sounds, and clothing. Alienness is achieved by being a gillman and thriving in the in-betweens. Nothing I do or have ever done evokes feelings around my connection to cephalopods, despite their deep importance to me. Even gargoyles, whose status as a hearttype allows for me to have a more loose definition on what my connection exactly is and how it impacts me, have their own genre of actions that I can take in order to feel closer to them.
I have begun, recently, to break my identity down into smaller parts. In an attempt to talk about how I see myself recently, I've had to rip myself open and inspect all the smaller aspects. Pencorpus has been great in doing that for me, but it's also created its own issues. I can easily point to every part of being a jersey devil because it feels so disjoined and so incomplete. It's hollow, but still present. That makes it easy to define and articulate. It has a clear beginning and end. The issue is that I am now more aware of all the much smaller intricacies that make up my full gillman identity even though it is nigh impossible, due to its complexity. It's not very fun, I am not a fan of micro labels but I see myself stepping closer and closer to creating dozens of my own just to make myself easier to define for discussions sake.
By nature (or perhaps trade, who knows), I need to be able to easily define all my terms plainly and clearly before I even begin analyzing them. This applies to everything, especially my own emotions. If I can not lay my argument down and have it be clear and cohesive and easy to understand, then I need to keep it in the drafts and keep working away at it. Clearly, that is an issue when it comes to introspection. There is no way for me to know my whole self, understand my whole self, and then discuss and analyze my whole self at any given moment. I change often and greatly, and I will never be able to encompass that. No label I make will be able to define what being a gillman is and what it entails. And it annoys me! I know I can't rely on my current modes of thinking when it comes to personal reflection, and I must let go of this idea that I need to be all knowing about my experiences and emotions in order to talk about them.
So... Do I lean more into cephalopods? I don't know. I wont right now, at least. Despite their importance to who I am, I am not coming at this with a genuine desire to be closer to that part of me. I am coming at this from a desire to label and categorize things, and that is not conducive to what my goal is. I have written like this in the past, and always thrown it out because of how unorganized they always are. No thesis, no real evidence, my paragraphs are shorter than they should be and my syntax is appalling. There's an academic structure, sure, but it's all from that place of needing to overexplain and overcompensate. If I can't argue perfectly, it's not an argument worth making. If I can't understand myself perfectly, it's not worth it to try and be understood. I am going to post this anyway because I think it'll be good for me. A sort of exposure therapy in being able to let emotions be less than perfect. It's unedited, I haven't checked for errors, and it's a bit everywhere. Hopefully it works, and hopefully I can put out some better written, more meaningful things soon.
Godbwye.
Kintypes, Heartypes, and Pencorpuses, Oh My...!
I went to my college's football game and had a very wonderful time. There is this area where you can look out over campus. It's probably the highest point that is easily accessible for me and man. I could just sit there and watch forever. I love it. I love people watching (especially during a college football game) and I love sitting up high and doing it. Out of the way and on my own a bit. Being gargoyle otherhearted is not very exciting, there are only so many things that gargoyles do. Especially since it's not the type that come alive, so there are no neat little lore bits that I can tap into. But the times I do have are very good and very relaxing.
It's also good to note that when I connect to another 'type, my gillmen 'type is weakened significantly (and, in turn, so is my alien 'type). My moments with my gargoyleness opened the floodgates, and I spent the rest of the evening deep in my pencorpus. A lot of it had to do with being so high at night and the clouds... I had to fight the urge to jump off and fly. I don't get that deep desire as often as I did back when I was a dragon, but it's definitely still in me, as are the big leathery wings that come out with it. And, since the gillman phantom limbs were out for the evening, every other phantom sensation came along with it.
Ears (this time resembling a cows), hooves, and horns. I'm not sure what animal to compare the horns to. They were ramming horns in the sense that they were close to the head, but straight back and stout. Similar in shape to perhaps a Gemsbok. No tail this time, although tails are pretty rare for me. But there were these strange extensions on my elbows. No idea how or why or what they even were. Like Bisharp, the pokemon.
I've enjoyed coining Pencorpus. The way I feel when I'm not so deep as a gillman is very much in the shape of a jersey devil, but I don't see myself as one.
Anyway, I was back in fish mode that next day. So much so that I started crying over my fish cravings. I was starving, but the only thing that I wanted to eat was some tinned fish or something similar. Raw or close to it, not cooked in a meal. In reality, I was probably very tired and just needed to cry anyway, but the only thing I could think about was how much I needed some smoked salmon. So my girlfriend came with me to get some and I got to make some everything bagels with onion and chives creme cheese, smoked salmon, and capers. It was exactly what I needed and I can not express the numbers it did on my mood. I can't wait to get home today to make myself another one.
Morning Musings
I'd also like to figure out how to make a sticky post, that way I can have an about me. I'll figure it out somehow some way, but for now I shall drink from my (green) coffee mug and enjoy the morning.
I have a very wonderful system. I wake up to my alarm clock, which actually plays the local radio. I get to sit in bed and listen to it for 30 minuets, then my girlfriend comes in to make sure I'm alive. I always drive them to their 8 AM classes. Then I come back home and make myself some coffee, cereal, and then I sit at my desk and do whatever I feel until 9 or 10, in which I go to campus for my classes (they usually start an hour from when I leave).
This whole process is very... shifty to me. I don't know why, but my fins are never more vivid than when I am in this routine. I think it has something to do with the solitude, the silence. The way the light rushes in through the blinds. I'm in my territory taking care of myself.
I've been debating again on getting some webbed hand gloves to just wear around. I'm unsure if every finger would be webbed of if I would leave the thumb out. Mostly because of how difficult it'd be to navigate with my pointer and thumbs webbed. I guess I could always cut it out if it becomes too much. I think it'd be so nice to have at least my webbed hands back. I've had them for over 10 years, they're a very important part of me.
That's about all I have this morning. It is nearly 9, so I need to get out and about and leave my swamp (den? burrow? what should gillmen call their home?) for class.
Godbwye.
VPN and Dreamwidth
Pencorpus
Pencorpus
From Latin paene ("almost") and corpus ("body"). Literally meaning "almost a body". Inspired by the word "penumbra", which is defined as "a space of partial illumination (as in an eclipse) between the perfect shadow on all sides and the full light" or "a surrounding or adjoining region in which something exists in a lesser degree".
A term to describe a nonhuman identity that is not experienced in full or otherwise feels hollow, disjointed, fractured, or void of emotion [when compared to an individuals other nonhuman identities].
A group of regularly occurring nonhuman experiences that are not linked to an already known kintype, theriotype, or other personal nonhuman identity; not categorized wholly as a cameo shift or otherwise made up of too many moving parts to be easily described as a cameo shift; not inherently connected, but often times experienced within close proximity of each other; important to someone's experience. A pencorpus is considered an identity or state of being purely because the body or mind is experiencing itself as that thing, not because of a spiritual or emotional connection.
A pencorpus is not a singular experience, but rather a way to describe multiple shifts or experiences without having to explicitly describe each one. A pencorpus may be made up of different cameo shifts, residual shifts from anteatypes, or any other combination of experiences. It is is a labeled bag to throw things into so that you can talk about them more easily.
Further Discussion
This term, much like satellotype, was created for my personal use. Anyone is free to use it (I would be happy to know that I've helped others articulate themselves), but do note that this is me looking at myself, as opposed to me looking at the community.
I have a lot of cameo shifts. I am the type of beast who can call upon any phantom sensation at will. I have been since I was 7 or 8. Many times, I default to a gillman. Not always, though, and when I'm not a gillman, I have a variety of cameo shifts. Sometimes they overlap, sometimes its only one, sometimes I experience them all in a day one at a time. If you take all of my regular cameo shifts and shove them together, I'll look something like a jersey devil. Sometimes the specifics change, but this has been happening regularly for over a year, with some of the cameo shifts that make it up having always existed in me.
Like cameo shifts, I experience being a jersey devil without identifying as a jersey devil. But this is not a jersey devil cameo shift, it is a collection of unrelated, regularly occurring cameo shifts that resemble a jersey devil. I could, if I wanted, just call it a jersey devil 'type and move on. And many others would likely do just that, instead of coining a new term. But I have no emotional attachment to jersey devils. They mean little to nothing to me in the context of being nonhuman. It's void of all the meaning that many of my other 'types hold. It's an experience I want to talk about without attributing it more significance than it has.
There is also the question of "why not call it a cameotype?" And it makes sense, since we often talk about cameo shifts, but a cameotype is an earlier name of the paratype. And a pencorpus is, in my opinion, the spiritual opposite of a paratype. It's something you experience that is a bit disconnected from yourself, that holds little importance despite it being a state of being, as opposed to the emotionally or spiritually significant paratype.
I am putting this term on my dreamwidth the same day that I posted it to tumblr, so my thoughts on all of this don't really differ much from the tumblr post.
Satellotype
The original tumblr post can be found here.
Satellotype
“Middle French, from Latin satellit-, satelles attendant”
“a celestial body orbiting another of larger size; a manufactured object or vehicle intended to orbit the earth, the moon, or another celestial body”
Potentially “satelle” for short.
A term to describe a nonhuman identity that revolves around, enhances, describes, acts as an accessory to, is only expressed through, or otherwise is secondary to a primary 'type, 'link, and/or alterhuman or nonhuman identity or identities.
An identity that may be otherwise inaccessible unless though interaction with another identity.*
A kintype for your kintype, a sense of nonhumanity that impacts how one may experience or describe a specific 'type. A way to articulate an underlying sense of understanding towards a nonhuman identity.
A satellotype may not be literal. A wolf therian may have a cryptid satelle attached to their wolf identity, but that does not make the wolf itself a cryptid. They may feel that their understanding of their 'type, their expression of their 'type, or their experience with this 'type is reminiscent of a cryptid.
This may be used those who wish to describe the way multiple 'types or 'kins interact with each other. Sattelotypes may come and go, be permanent, or there may be multiple types active at once, but they always act secondary to a "primary" 'type. A satellotype, despite being secondary, is no less important or impactful than the 'type it revolves around.
Further Discussion
I've been questioned about satellotypes similarity to paratype by two or three users, and usually others speak about the two labels in the same breath. I do think that they are similar. A satellotype can be a paratype, there is overlap. They are not the same to me, though, as I made satellotype to help me describe how I can only be an alien by being a gillman. I am an alien, just as much as I am a gillman. But I can not be an alien alone. Only by indulging in my gillmanhood, grumbling, lurking, eating fish, swimming, etc., can I feel like the alien I am.
When trying to think about how to create a term to articulate that, I decided to make the satelle not necessarily a full identity because I could see the label being bent and wanted to allow for elasticity. For instance, a wolf who may feel like a domestic dog. But they only ever feel like a domestic dog when interacting directly with their wolf-ness. They are not necessarily a domestic dog, may not connect to domestic dogs, but experience something akin to domestic dog-ness when being a wolf in certain situations. Given that the exitance of my alienness "underneath" my gillmanhood results in an alien-like gillman, the idea of other underlying non-identities that impact another 'type didn't seem like much of a stretch.
I think that elasticity is what caused for the confusion and overlap with paratype. Was it a mistake to emphasize both aspects equally? Maybe, I don't know. I had never made a label before satellotype, so I'm not surprised that there are some things I did wrong. It's also important to note that I made this label for myself, and I posted it so that I could have a definition to point to when someone asked what in the world a "satellotype" was. My understanding of the label has grown significantly since I first wrote it down, and I'd like to sit down and rehash some parts of it at some point. The definition here is the original, with one line added in, noted by the asterisk. The discussion here is also different, as I wanted to address it's similarity to paratype directly. I will likely reblog the original post with my thoughts later today. Or whenever I get the chance.
godbwye
short poem
My name is Gillman.
Today I feel like a flurry of fins and sunshine.
Sometimes I am cool mud on a stone.
Sometimes I am a lizard dropping its tail.
But always I am a friend.
I ask the world, "how do I become a kinder beast?"
And the answer is a flurry of fins and sunshine.
This doesn't stick to Fasano's template perfectly, but I don't feel the need to. It's simple, but I like it.
Godbwye