Kinning

I have mixed feelings about kinning and non-humanism. People should be able to describe or express themselves however they feel like, but denying reality, humanity, and your identity can send you into delusion, psychosis, or a disconnect from life itself.
Despite all this, I've been feeling different lately. For a few years, I've felt like various non-human beings. Never as if I am one, but that they describe me well, sometimes even better than humanity does.
I've always felt like a robot or an alien when it comes to my autism. An overly smart, walking dictionary, who doesn't know how to talk right. Who asks questions like "what are you supposed to do with your spit?" and "can I ask the doctor for a hug?". Sometimes I feel like a monkey or other wild but smart animal. Misinterpreting smiles for malice, always on edge, feeling like everyone is a completely different thing from me. I've always related to fox-themed characters, like the girl from Miraculous and the one from the Hunger Games. Smart, sneaky, untrusted. 
Then there are things I like to imagine myself as, or that give me comfort, but I don't actually have a meaningful connection to. Angels, dogs, cats. Imagining a life as an angel, with no threat, just an eternity of worship and comfort and light and love and someone to listen to me and someone to hold me when I cry and someone to bring me Belgian chocolates and McDonalds chips... A pretty temple with Greek key motifs and pillars and pillows and flowers. It feels like a more mature way of wishing I was a fairy princess. I like to imagine being a puppy because they don't have any responsibilities and they're allowed to do what they want. People think it's cute when puppies bite stuff or run around a bunch and bark. My parents don't like it when I do the same... the woke left's fault. And I like imagining being a kitty because they get lots of cuddles.
Maybe I'm just 6 years old but I really love imagining just being allowed to be myself. If I was an angel and someone made fun of me, I'd just banish them to hell. If I was a cute puppy or kitty, no one would ever yell at me for running around or yelling or crawling around.
And I say I don't think I mask... Sighs at self in an affectionate but slightly sad tone.

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