Do You Know You're Just Pretending?

I love my feral family life.

All my life I've been told my authentic expression is "inappropriate" or "too much."

Now, I like to say my favorite thing about this town is that everyone knows they're only pretending to be humans.

People here are largely in their animal bodies, accepting of the animal body and the primal nature of the village. Adults steward rather than control children.

Men piss outside the house every chance they get.

And my body feels safer and safer and safer.

Safe to BE a body. To want the things a body wants and have them, and have a community backing me in that.

Safe to say the truth my body knows, safe from making up stories in an effort to reconcile an embodied truth with a behavioral expectation. (Making up those stories is the first step to believing them.) Safe knowing those around me are honoring and embodying their truth, that I'm working with up-to-date, accurate information in my relationships with others. These expectations we paint over our nature are optional, and largely socially enforced. I am so grateful that I offered myself a culture that feels truer to me.