At dinner, Audrey told us about her otherworldly experience. She was in Chicago at Navy Pier (I always say Old Navy…) eating lunch. She sat with these two girls. They start talking and one topic led to another– gender, sexuality, gender identity– and one of the girls goes, “I actually don’t identify as a man or woman.”
But you’re clearly a woman, Audrey insisted. Biologically, at least. “Actually, I identify as an Otherkin.”
“You don’t know?” the other girl in a wolf hoodie chimed in.
“I am a dragon,” the first girl said plainly. She pointed to her friend, “And she’s a wolf.” The wolf girl growled and waved her closed palm like a paw at Audrey. When I heard this I thought, how the hell do you identify as a dragon? You like hoarding, having intense breath and kidnapping people?
What’s to live if nothing’s worth dying for. That’s what the cat said when its curiosity was satisfied.
Dragons in human bodies “insist that having no allergies is a sign of Otherness.” One Otherkin, under the pseudonym Lupa, summarizes his/her experience: “I am a wolf in human flesh.”
Otherkins seem borderline religious. They’re people who firmly believe they are partially or completely non-human, whether it’s their soul or body. This self-identification can be due to reincarnation, ancestry or just as a metaphorical theory. The philosophy stemmed from early 1980-90’s Internet culture in the elven community. Otherkin’s associations with angels, demons, gnomes and other creatures tie in much of fiction and fantasy. Some people claim to feel a sensation in missing wings, tails, and other body parts. In a way, they’re pretty Romantic; they insist on getting back to nature’s roots to a time before urbanization and industrialization; some even claim to be allergic to technology. There’s also this whole thing with Therians and Fictionkin. All in all, an interesting subculture.