Well, let’s just jump right in, shall we?

I’m a therian—a winged red wolf. Don’t you dare belly ache at my theriotype, “Oh, those don’t exist!” “That would make you an otherkin!” (I am an otherkin, but since I am an animal on the inside I still identify as a therian.) And no, I don’t want to hear your theories on why I would be a normal animal with wings for different reasons.

I’m a daemian too; though talking to myself is hardly as integrated into my identity as my therianthropy. My daemon says hi.

I am Pagan… not that I completely understand what that means, mind, it just feels right. I’ve decided to call myself Zen Pagan, because I agree with many ways of Zen Buddhism (Meditation, calmness, and living in the moment,) but do not believe in the fundamental ideas of Buddhism. I am polytheistic, and still learning and researching about the gods and goddesses—I won’t even pretend I know enough.

Oh, did you want to know about the title of my little blog? “My life is a sitcom,” this is a statement I’ve said very many times over the past few years—and a lot more recently since I discovered I’ve even titled my webcomic “Life is a Sitcom.” (You’ll notice that I tend to use titles and names over and over again, when I love ‘em I love ‘em.)

I will, eventually, post an entry that outlines just how my life is a sitcom, using tropes and examples from actual sitcoms. But I haven’t worked it out quite yet.

As for the technical stuff: I’m 17 years old, female, I live in a fantastic world with dragons and winged creatures…or was that just my headspace? My headspace doesn’t actually have dragons—it has bats and rabbits that are fun to hunt, woods and giant trees with wide, easy-to-land-on branches and cliffs and canyons with caves.

Where do I really live? In that magical place called “New York.” (Cue anime sigh and sweat-drop.) Yeah, the roads are paved with diamonds and there’s just so much to see. >> And creepy guys with no facial expressions or change of pitch in their voice asking you for your name. *Shudder*

Oh yeah, I guess I’ve been on TDF too long, because sometimes Izzy decides he absolutely must have an input—that will be in purple, in case you didn’t see that. (He’s not wrong though, that one guy was creepy.)

I think that was all I was really required to reveal about myself. I mean, what else must you know? That I’m a bookworm, a writer, a cartoonist, a romantic? I’m a poet, a wolf, a wannabe Glamour-bomber, and that kid that passes you on the street, with the brown jacket and light backpack. Don’t bother to look too closely.

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