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animal_quillsMy personal animalness essay. A work in progress. Feel free to leave comments or questions about anything in it, or anything I haven't covered.
I am an animal person. I do not have a dual nature- or truly in my case, a tri-nature. Rather, I am an integrated psychological and spiritual symbiosis of three beasts: one human, one predator, one prey. I retain a human female body, one that I am comfortable with, yet my identity is agendered and beastly. I am humanimal. Yet even though I am one entity, each aspect of who I am is different. Each one means something different to me.
I am mountain lion. Mountain lion is feline. Mountain lion is quiet; it only “speaks” when it needs to, and when it does it’s expressive and sometimes eloquent. However, it normally views vocalizing as unnecessary and rarely in its best interest. I do not speak unless I have to normally, and I even think of my voice as awkward-sounding, but I find it as a useful form of expression when I do.
Mountain lion is shy. Mountain lion is solitary and tries to avoid others. It prefers to avoid confrontation, but will stand up for itself when it needs to. Mountain lion is conversely territorial and doesn’t easily tolerate invasions of space. I am solitary myself; I keep to myself most of the time and need a few hours of the day at least to myself, preferably on my own territory. If I go without this solitude for long periods, my tolerance for others- even close friends and family- starts to erode and I become exhausted, cranky and defensive.
Despite its solitude, mountain lion can be sensuous, but not in that stereotypical “feline” manner that most people think of when considering cats. Mountain lion is usually not interested in cavorting with the opposite (or same) sex and would probably feel threatened and become angry by sexual advancements. However, it does welcome the advances of certain suitors when it is feeling amorous. I am guarded and selective about who I have sex with, but will occasionally invite an interesting, mentally and physically stimulating person into my bed.
Mountain lion is adaptable. It can live almost everywhere, in any climate on virtually any terrain. I feel at home in many different places; the city is as equally my wilderness as the forest in my back yard. Physically, the hind legs are long, the feet big. Mountain lion feels the earth when it moves, and yet it bounds in such a manner that it glides across the terrain. It moves like a small cat. I am fascinated with how housecats move; they remind me of myself.
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I am duiker. Duikers are discreet. They are shy like mountain lions, but for different reasons. They are most at home in the woods; to me, buildings are like trees. I see the city as more of a forest than the suburbs. I keep the buildings close.
Duiker moves like an acrobat. That is how I envision them, and that is how I envision myself (though in reality I am not so limber). They rush between trees away from prey like ballerinas. Most importantly, they dive into bushes, into the unknown. Normally cautious, they throw it in the wind when they need to. They hide and watch instead of running blindly.
When backed into a corner, duiker will fight. Its horns are short and unimpressive, but serve a purpose. We both fight when we have to. The hind legs, like mountain lion’s, are longer than the front, perfect for the “ungulate dance”. The back is arched and marked. On the face, there are gland pits on the sinus. I sense these pits, running my fingers absentmindedly along the sides of my nose.
I am an animal person. I do not have a dual nature- or truly in my case, a tri-nature. Rather, I am an integrated psychological and spiritual symbiosis of three beasts: one human, one predator, one prey. I retain a human female body, one that I am comfortable with, yet my identity is agendered and beastly. I am humanimal. Yet even though I am one entity, each aspect of who I am is different. Each one means something different to me.
I am mountain lion. Mountain lion is feline. Mountain lion is quiet; it only “speaks” when it needs to, and when it does it’s expressive and sometimes eloquent. However, it normally views vocalizing as unnecessary and rarely in its best interest. I do not speak unless I have to normally, and I even think of my voice as awkward-sounding, but I find it as a useful form of expression when I do.
Mountain lion is shy. Mountain lion is solitary and tries to avoid others. It prefers to avoid confrontation, but will stand up for itself when it needs to. Mountain lion is conversely territorial and doesn’t easily tolerate invasions of space. I am solitary myself; I keep to myself most of the time and need a few hours of the day at least to myself, preferably on my own territory. If I go without this solitude for long periods, my tolerance for others- even close friends and family- starts to erode and I become exhausted, cranky and defensive.
Despite its solitude, mountain lion can be sensuous, but not in that stereotypical “feline” manner that most people think of when considering cats. Mountain lion is usually not interested in cavorting with the opposite (or same) sex and would probably feel threatened and become angry by sexual advancements. However, it does welcome the advances of certain suitors when it is feeling amorous. I am guarded and selective about who I have sex with, but will occasionally invite an interesting, mentally and physically stimulating person into my bed.
Mountain lion is adaptable. It can live almost everywhere, in any climate on virtually any terrain. I feel at home in many different places; the city is as equally my wilderness as the forest in my back yard. Physically, the hind legs are long, the feet big. Mountain lion feels the earth when it moves, and yet it bounds in such a manner that it glides across the terrain. It moves like a small cat. I am fascinated with how housecats move; they remind me of myself.
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I am duiker. Duikers are discreet. They are shy like mountain lions, but for different reasons. They are most at home in the woods; to me, buildings are like trees. I see the city as more of a forest than the suburbs. I keep the buildings close.
Duiker moves like an acrobat. That is how I envision them, and that is how I envision myself (though in reality I am not so limber). They rush between trees away from prey like ballerinas. Most importantly, they dive into bushes, into the unknown. Normally cautious, they throw it in the wind when they need to. They hide and watch instead of running blindly.
When backed into a corner, duiker will fight. Its horns are short and unimpressive, but serve a purpose. We both fight when we have to. The hind legs, like mountain lion’s, are longer than the front, perfect for the “ungulate dance”. The back is arched and marked. On the face, there are gland pits on the sinus. I sense these pits, running my fingers absentmindedly along the sides of my nose.
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Date: 2008-04-01 06:49 pm (UTC)(Reading other people's work influences my writing too actually. XD)
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Date: 2008-04-04 06:39 pm (UTC)