I JUST WANNA BE YOUR DOG
Adventures in puppygirlism. Not a therian but I respect them heavy.
I am not a human being.
My peers know this. I am treated like a thing to be played with. My dopamine receptors are hardwired for praise.
I am leashed and muzzled. My mouth is wired shut and the collar is too tight. I can’t breathe. Dogs don’t talk anyway.
I sleep outside, leashed to a post. I have to bear the rain. It’s normal for things like me to endure it. I have to. If I don’t then I’m weak and I’m a failure.
I’m a thing with fur and teeth. I snap at stimuli. I am a being of baser urges. But I can only ever be a dog.
It’s easier to be a dog than a person anymore.