MY HATE, pt I Otherkin

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Okay, I'm gonna go on record as saying that otherkin are mostly harmless.  Normally, that meets my standard for "supporting your weirdness".  However, there's a certain vibe to them that gets my hate gland kicking.

Consider:  If you were born in America, you have pretty much already won the lottery (at least as far as privilege, comfort, and toys go).  That nice, cushy lifestyle (as compared to say, Somalia or Darfur) was purchased at a pretty steep price, in both literal and moral senses.  Slaves had to work the fields, 10 million or so Native Americans got killed, and the rest shoved onto tiny patches of worthless land.  Then we had a big spat about slavery and states' rights (that cost another 600,000 corpses), a couple of world wars (the second of which made us very wealthy indeed), etc.

And this bounty, this plenty, this amazing stack of ill-gotten loot?  A civilized country would go to mars with it, or create great works of art, or try to further raise everyone's standard of living.  And in fact many people try to do these exact things.

But not otherkin.  Otherkin merely ingest this wealth, and then retreat into a daydream of being a "wunk" (which, I am told, is a cross between a wolf and a skunk) or something similar.  Or a dragon.  Or whatever the fuck they THINK they'd be happy as...But if they aren't happy in a perfectly good body of one type, they won't be happy in another.  They don't seem to contribute anything besides pics of anthropomorphized animals fucking on deviantart.

This is what happens when there are no perceived challenges left.  Adults without challenges go a little nutty, and regress into childhood.

Contrast this with Juggalos.  Juggalos take the wealth of the land they live in, and they take it to THE WALL, screaming incomprehensible ICP lyrics while waving a bottle of Faygo around.  All they want is to get fucked up, dance to bad music, and stomp shit.  I mean, they're not producing much EITHER, but they are AT LEAST demonstrating that SOMEONE remembers Saturday Night.  And you know, having a good time is good enough.  It justifies a lot (not all, of course) of the shitty things that happened to get us where we are.  Are Juggalos dumb?  Yes.  Are they losers?  From many points of view, yes.  DO THEY REMEMBER WHAT FUN IS?  Also yes.

Otherkin, on the other hand, will not be found at midnight bonfires, fucked out of their gourds on cheap drugs and rock and roll music.  No.  They will be found in the basement, fapping to deviant art until half of what comes out is blood and foam.  That is not The Wall.  That is not Saturday Night.

And why do they do this?  Because they are unhappy.  They think they'd be happy if they were wolves or some shit, but if you can't be happy in a perfectly healthy human body, you wouldn't be happy as a dragon, either.  They are unhappy because they have no self-respect.  They have no self-respect because they've never accomplished anything.  Hell, even the Jugallos occasionally fuck each other...Which doesn't seem like much of an accomplishment until you see them in daylight.  Still.

So the reason I hate Otherkin when there are equally silly people that I don't hate is this:   They are WASTING the ONE CHANCE humanity has EVER had to step up and DO GREAT THINGS.  Or even just to party it up like GODDAMN PHARAOHS.  No, Yiff conventions don't count (I have had the misfortune of seeing one in action), so shut up.

Now, in closing, I think these misery bags have the right to be the way they are.  Don't get me wrong on that.   But I also have the right to hate them and to mercilessly mock them wherever I go.

Because John Henry and Casey Jones didn't die for THAT shit.

Or Kill Me.

[Cainad (dec.)]

Juggalos: receive massive amounts of shit, but they exist to party like it's the end of the fucking world.

Otherkin: receive massive amounts of shit, and they exist for exactly that reason. So give them what they want, by all means.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

That's disturbingly reasonable.

[Salty]

Yes. All of that. If people need to pursue happieness on all fours, let em. I just happen to take my fun from mockery, LET ME.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Yes. All of that. If people need to pursue happieness on all fours, let em. I just happen to take my fun from mockery, LET ME.

The problem is, there are a great many people who are terribly insensitive about our insensitivity.

[Salty]

Yes. All of that. If people need to pursue happieness on all fours, let em. I just happen to take my fun from mockery, LET ME.

The problem is, there are a great many people who are terribly insensitive about our insensitivity.

Why won't they just let us be who we are.

Nobody gets more common, off hand dismissal and persecution than trolls. We do all the heavy lifting, taking it upon ourselves to do our damndest to give the ignorant, the bigoted, the weak-hate filled a solid, uh, Rogering? And what thanks do we get? Lumped in with bullies and regular assholes.

We are COMPLETE assholes, in that we are well rounded, completed and made whole through our rage spewing.

Where's the gratitude? Otherkin, pfff. PFFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLTHTHTHLPLLPLPL.

[McGrupp]

This has weakened my soulbond to Burger Time for the Atari 2600. I am further from Mr Egg than ever before.

I find this to be a rather eloquent defense of juggalos. Never looked at it that way.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

This has weakened my soulbond to Burger Time for the Atari 2600. I am further from Mr Egg than ever before.

I find this to be a rather eloquent defense of juggalos. Never looked at it that way.

Partying is a worthy use of resources.

Because you have to have a laugh.  It's a necessity.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Yes. All of that. If people need to pursue happieness on all fours, let em. I just happen to take my fun from mockery, LET ME.

The problem is, there are a great many people who are terribly insensitive about our insensitivity.

I think they need to PRACTICE WHAT THEY PREACH.

Personally, I preach radical intolerance.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Seriously, the ONE GOOD THING about the existence of "otherkin" is that it implies we don't have anything serious to worry about.

[LMNO]

Excellent rant, Roger.

[Junkenstein]

Otherkin, on the other hand, will not be found at midnight bonfires, fucked out of their gourds on cheap drugs and rock and roll music.  No.  They will be found in the basement, fapping to deviant art until half of what comes out is blood and foam.  That is not The Wall.  That is not Saturday Night.

YES.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Seriously, the ONE GOOD THING about the existence of "otherkin" is that it implies we don't have anything serious to worry about.

That, or that the problems are so huge that pretending to be a unicorn tiger with wings seems like a reasonable alternative to thinking about them.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Seriously, the ONE GOOD THING about the existence of "otherkin" is that it implies we don't have anything serious to worry about.

That, or that the problems are so huge that pretending to be a unicorn tiger with wings seems like a reasonable alternative to thinking about them.

Well, I meant SERIOUS serious.  If the Nazis are invading, the otherkin grow up on the run or DIE.  If they're around, you're okay for the moment.  They are like canaries in a coal mine.  They indicate that there is still food and electronic entertainment.  So, while dystopian things may be occurring, there is no imminent threat of immediate death, as long as you can see some otherkin tard wandering around.

Predators get the slow and the fat first.  You and I will run like gazelles, oblivious to the screams of the much less ambulatory guy in the dragon outfit.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Seriously, the ONE GOOD THING about the existence of "otherkin" is that it implies we don't have anything serious to worry about.

That, or that the problems are so huge that pretending to be a unicorn tiger with wings seems like a reasonable alternative to thinking about them.

Well, I meant SERIOUS serious.  If the Nazis are invading, the otherkin grow up on the run or DIE.  If they're around, you're okay for the moment.  They are like canaries in a coal mine.  They indicate that there is still food and electronic entertainment.  So, while dystopian things may be occurring, there is no imminent threat of immediate death, as long as you can see some otherkin tard wandering around.

Predators get the slow and the fat first.  You and I will run like gazelles, oblivious to the screams of the much less ambulatory guy in the dragon outfit.

This is true

"I'm really a dragon on the inside" becomes much less of an urgent problem when you don't have anything to eat and/or you're in danger of freezing to death.