south pivot
Hi everyone,
I wanted to share something personal and painful, because I know this is a space where people listen and understand. I identify as a forest elf — a spirit deeply connected to nature, neither man nor woman, but something in between and beyond. Hermaphrodite feels like the right word for me, spiritually and emotionally.
Growing up, I always felt different — not just because of how I saw myself, but because of how I perceived the world: with openness, empathy, and respect for all beings, regardless of their origins. Unfortunately, my mother has always held xenophobic views. She's expressed hatred or disgust toward people from different cultures, backgrounds, or nationalities. Sometimes it was subtle — a mocking comment, a suspicious look. Other times it was loud and impossible to ignore.
The worst part is that she doesn’t even see how much it hurts. As someone who feels deeply in tune with diversity and the beauty of difference — as a being who feels both ancient and fluid — I’ve always felt like her words are a direct attack on who I am, too. Her rejection of others is also a rejection of me. Of my identity. Of my truth.
It’s hard to live under the same roof with someone who doesn't just fail to understand me, but also spreads hate towards the very diversity that makes the world magical. I often retreat in silence, like a forest elf hiding in the trees, whispering to the wind because the voices at home only echo judgment.
I know I’m not alone, though. And I want to remind anyone who’s experienced this: your identity is real, sacred, and powerful. Whether you’re human, elf, spirit, or something in between — you belong. Your existence is not up for debate. 🌿
Thank you for reading. It means a lot.
prime hull
quasi storm