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Mirror

if you're on this page, you were probably linked to it so you already know whats up. this is a brief explaination of my nonhumanity and the many forms it takes.

Extraterestrial

the easiest way to translate my experience is this. i came from a place where form was fluid, communication was as easy as thought, and subjective experience shaped the material world. i remember pieces of this place; the ease, the freedom, but i don't remember how i came to leave it. a part of me thinks i wanted to travel the galaxy, but another believes i wound up here through some divine punishment. either way, this is not the most comfortable place to exist, but i am grateful for the opportunity to experience life through one tiny viewpoint.

though i have left that life behind, i remember it still in the form of Lexander. an entity somewhere between a 'sona and a facet. xey are a runaway from xyr home planet, with a stolen hardlight holoprogram hacked to allow instantaeneous transformation. xey speak using recordings of conversations that happen around xem, chopped up an rearranged to something approximating xyr meaning.

Lexander doesn't understand much of earth culture, and prefers to observe situations closely until xey can confidently mimick the behaviour. xey do not tolerate cruelty though, and feel compelled to intervene when xey believe someone is being treated unfairly. this leads xem to being somewhat of an unnerving superhero, staring at people from rooftops and swooping down on wings of light, parroting

Mythological

Icarus
“falling into or falling out of but always a sort of falling”
you know the guy. lived in a maze, hated his dad, loved the feeling of the sun of his face. the flight and fall, the shitty father. we're a big fan of sun worship and death by hubris in this household.
Sphinx
“the harvest left no food for you to eat; you cannibal, you meat-eater, you see”
not a specific sphinx. just a big sexy maneater made of cat & bird parts.

Natural

Cat
“her dirty paws and furry coat, she ran down the forest slope”
a long haired faded calico of indeterminate gender.
Pigeon
“squint your eyes and hope real hard, maybe sprout wings”
just a sweet little bird brain with shiny feathers.
Sunflower
“we are the children of the sun, our journey’s just begun; sunflowers in our hair”
one of many in a field. sturdy and loyal, facing the sun.

Psychological

Robot / AI
“i am just a broken machine, and i do things that i don’t really mean”
this one is so wrapped up in the experience of autism and processing emotions and communication.
Sky Ghost
“ghosts and clouds, and nameless things”
the experience of dissociation. floating up above the world. the colour of clouds at sunset.

Fictional

Kat Loving
“better too far than not far enough”
badass métis cowgirl who loves her kids and will fuck up a colonist. Show: CBC Strange Empire.
Delilah
“i’d really like to start enjoying a quiet summer”
a big lesbian with commitment issues who should win a medal for the speed at which she runs away from her problems. Game: Firewatch.
Icarus
“young icarus who falls hopelessly in love with someone he shouldn’t”
a big gay mistake. desperate approval and making all the wrong decisions. Show: BBC Atlantis.
Thomas Builds-the-Fire
“there are some children who aren’t really children at all”
an outlet for my indigenous family traumas. he's just a sweet guy. Film: Smoke Signals.