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Some Kind of Wolf @jimmybelvins.bsky.social · 9h

born to awrawrooowooo
forced to contemplate existence

Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 9h

Still wearing my wolf mask on the way home from the party. Some people look at me, but nobody said anything until I met some drunk teens at Liljeholmen: "Oh damn! It's one of those with a mask!!" And then he said something about school to his mates ("do you guys have those at your school?" I think?)

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 14h

The queer kink party I'm going to has a monster/Halloween theme. So I'm going as a werewolf. The cutest little werewolf. Listening to schranz and wearing my tail and mask on my there.

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 16h

My opinion is that when it comes sexualities and similar labels, there is a sweet spot of when it is useful to have a word and community for it. Too rare? Just describe it with normal words ("I'm into ... but only if..."). Common? Then a movement/community might not be needed. (Eg. "Straight pride")

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Liar monks @hedmeister.bsky.social · 22h

Det pratas om manlig ensamhetsepidemi och incels/gammpojkar och samtidigt så fylls alla intressanta kulturevenemang med bara kvinnor. Männen är upptagna med att sitta och våldsfetischfantisera om Greta med sina låtsaskompisar på nätet

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 19h

Dear Bsky, how do you cope with friends sharing false news, clickbait etc? Not out of malice, but because "wow, cool!"... but the cool thing just happens to not be true when you look into it? I'm getting so tired. Brandolini's law, you know?

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 1d

I guess this is the problem with the format of bsky (and similar). No space for nuance. I've met more watering down of the labels lately, but I guess it all depends what people you happen to meet. Not every GNC behaviour = secretly trans. Not every daydream about animal traits = secretly therian.

p̶a̶n̶d̶a̶ hog @fatfuckpanda.bsky.social · 1d

this post was mostly directed at the misconception that you needed to *literally* think you were non-human, which is a common idea I’ve seen echoed a lot. I didn’t say you *were* therian, but I just wanted to open the idea that it might be worth exploring within the character limits of social media.

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 1d

Sounds like a weird wish, indeed, that I would ask a lot of questions about. I run into the type of people who say "what, do I have to *identify* as an animal to be a therian? That would be crazy, nobody does that! I'm *connected* to animals and I love wearing therian masks - so I'm a therian". >.>

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 1d

I have to kindly point out, that the truth is somewhere in between. Unless you feel like you ARE a non-human animal (mentally/spiritually, we are all obviously physically human), then you aren't a therian. No shame in being a furry, pet player, imitating animals, etc. But they're different things.

p̶a̶n̶d̶a̶ hog @fatfuckpanda.bsky.social · 1d

did you know you don’t have to believe you are literally a different animal, physically or mentally, to be therian?

if you feel like you’re more comfortable thinking of yourself as an animal, or wish you had animal features, or feel like expressing animalistic behaviors, you might be therian!

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AffirmationCoyote.bsky.social @affirmationcoyote.bsky.social · 1d

We have made it to Friday!

Together we will blow through the work day and reach the shores of the weekend.

Three coyotes in a snowy landscape. They are rubbing their muzzles together.

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Dork Feenix 🐾 @armyofsnarkness.bsky.social · 2d

You.. you mean I don't have to hide myself? 🥹

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Wolf Conservation Center 🐺 @nywolforg.bsky.social · 3d

Although classified as carnivores, wolves may sometimes follow an omnivorous diet. They can eat meat, eggs and even fruit!

This time of year, pumpkins are a special treat for our ambassador wolves.🎃 #wolffact

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 3d

Läser den här just nu!

Sofia Jeppsson @jeppsson.bsky.social · Feb 26

Svenska upplagan är här!

Hand som håller i boken Kugghjulssjälar. Framsidan har en art-deco-inspirerad bild av en kvinna i profil med blodig kind och kugghjul som kommer ut ur huvudet. Kugghjul och en sorts kantig gloria omger hennes huvud.

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kattsdogma.bsky.social @kattsdogma.bsky.social · Mar 3

is it wake up, it’s wake up isn’t it

Psychologist says this habit impacts sleep so stop doing it 😬

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AzulCrescent @azulcrescent.bsky.social · 4d

Every now and then

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 5d

Ah, I see, you must be some kind of troll, because your responses don't make any sense, just random words? Sexual identity? Dry cleaning? Your earlier posts also contain a lot of weird takes about random topics, but I guess nobody else took the bait. Now I'm embarrassed for falling for it.

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 5d

And furries are just people who enjoy cartoon animal characters with human traits. No weirder than anime fans doing cosplay. Really don't see how "humans are animals too" would make them stop enjoying like... Sonic or Zootopia or whatever. Weird to mix in them in your post.

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 5d

Absolutely, humans are animals. Homo sapiens is a species of ape. I know this, I'm a biologist. Doesn't take away the feeling I have inside that I "should" have been born with a long snout, sharp teeth, fur, and a long and flat tongue. Can't help it, just trying to live my life. Why be rude?

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 6d

Ja, men även om man bara ser det som humbug - att använda en chat-robot för att verka mer vänligt inställd till det är så lågt. Jag ger inte mycket för stjärntecken, men skulle inte typ... fråga en kompis (eller Chatgpt) om "hur imponerar jag på en tjej som säger att hennes måntecken är Skytten?"

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 6d

"Det är för jobbigt att fråga vad folk menar med vad de säger, eller lära mig något, så jag låter en robot fejka att jag bryr mig."

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 6d

I've appeared in media several times for different reasons. But I've also declined a lot of invites to interviews/TV etc, because the vibes were off. Even the most exploitative clickbaity production companies will tell you "it will be respectful" to your face. You *have* to check their material.

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 6d

If a journalist or tv producer contacts you because they want to portray (insert niche subculture/identity/sexuality here), think before accepting. At minimum: Look at earlier works from that same journalist/paper/production company.

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Susitar @susitar.bsky.social · 7d

So many times, non-therians assume I'm a fox or cat if I'm dressed as a wolf. Even if I have a mask, or a collar that literally says "wolf". I'm a small woman. People associate wolves with masculinity, while cats and foxes are "cute and feminine".

It's so weird of humans to *gender* other species.

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Jerry Chen @jcsalterego.bsky.social · 7d

(forgetting the word for antibiotics) do i need cancel culture

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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social · 12d

New #Zine Play date: Scratch & Me. 1/2: What starts as #animalhrt reintegration turns into a gay, feral mess. Tail-flags, enrichment-bot-humping, & creaturely flirtation they don’t have protocols for. #exhumanisn #therianthropy & finding love thru nosebumps, leg mounts, & disregarding clipboards.

Page 1 – Cover
Alt text: A black-and-white illustrated zine cover titled PlayDate: Scratch & Me by Shimi & Critter. A wolf and a coyote face each other playfully, their tails raised, mouths open mid-bark, arrows curving between them. Text at bottom: “Research notes remain property of Glaxo Smyth-Klein.

Page 2 – Foreword
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Typed text under the heading Foreword:

This field account represents an early-stage observation of cross-species affective integration during post-theriomorphic rehabilitation. Following the administration of Lupinex (Therionyl–5mL, Dose 9), subject WLF-7 was introduced to a controlled interaction zone for social re-acclimation with subject CYT-3 (‘Scratch’), a coyote-type who had successfully completed full human sentience-divestment protocols two months prior to these events.

What ensued was neither anomalous nor unexpected… While not explicitly designed as a courtship environment, the enclosure nevertheless provided adequate stimulus for instinct-led affiliative behaviors, scent-sharing, and what supervisory logs delicately refer to as ‘non-target arousal states.’

This transcript has been preserved in its near-entirety as a rare qualitative snapshot of joy unburdened by language, love untroubled by taxonomy… For the record: the enrichment bot did not survive.”
At the bottom: “– Journal of Transitional Companion Species Studies, Vol. 12, Issue 3. Field Editor: Dr. E.J. Cark. Catalog Ref: WLF-7/CYT-3/PLAY-009.

Page 3 – PlayDate: Scratch & Me (Opening)
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Reused cover Illustration of WLF-7 and Scratch a coyote facing each other playfully above the title PlayDate: Scratch & Me:

They told me the playdate was species-safe and therapeutic integration support. A “familiarity session,” they said, smiling, holding clipboards. No cages, no needles, no species-adjusted stress-testing. Just me, a freshly-run wolf girl, still sloshy with Therionyl, and my best friend, a coyote who’d gone in two months earlier, now known, simply, as Scratch.
I think we used to be inseparable? Back before paws. I don’t remember what we called each other then. It’s like remembering hands. She says her name used to be “not important.” Feels about right.
Scratch has two different coloured eyes — one pale amber, one glacial blue — and an extra dewclaw on her left forepaw that clicks too quickly when she paces. She used to love David Bowie, I just about remember that much, which makes the whole mismatched eye thing feel like fate.
The handlers dropped me into the lab-run enclosure with the usual checklist: tail relaxed, ears perked, no visible signs of trauma. It was a “juvenile” range, meaning the fences were padded and the water bowl was comically oversized — a playground, basically, with fake grass and one of those motorised rabbits for enrichment. I sniffed the hell out of it.

But I forgot all about the scent dummy the moment Scratch came bounding through the mesh gate like she was late for a bar fight and excited about it.
Woof! She smelled like joy. Dust, musk, golden resin sun. Her tail spun like a pinwheel as she barrelled toward me, skidding on the synthetic turf and immediately nose-bumping my flank like we were resuming a conversation mid-sentence.
We tumbled together, yipping and clambering in a fur-pile of mutual recognition. She nipped my ear; I bit her scruff; she rolled onto her back and kicked like she wanted me to see the ridiculous length of her tongue. She’d always been like this. Just… more Scratch now. Less girl-who-was.
I don’t think either of us realised we were flirting.
We’d no plans. No script. But we kept getting closer. Like, crotch-sniffing close. Tail-swishing, back-arched, “hey is this normal” kind of close. I mean, we’d always had that slightly-too-long eye contact thing going back in the human days — long nights in dorm rooms, secrets with no outlet, the kind of affection you could only channel into shared playlists and ill-advised tattoos. But we never did anything.
Turns out, animal brains don’t care about inhibition. Turns out, tails are loud.
She winked one of her mismatched eyes and flagged her tail up so dramatically I thought she was trying to signal aircraft. I made the kind of low, breathy whine I used to reserve for art-house movies and midnight texts. Then she circled me, brushed flanks, and made this tiny little hop like “tag — you’re in heat.”
I was not in heat. I was ready for problems. Awrrfff! It just escalated from there.
At some point, I hiked my tail too fast and knocked over the handler’s little enrichment cam-bot. Scratch pounced it and started biting and humping it like a squeaky toy possessed by heat and bad decisions. It made a noise like a drowning coffee grinder. I was cry-baying with laughter and half-lunging at her side, and somehow we both ended up in the crash-mat tunnel

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