This post is part of the 30 Days of Otherkin challenge.
I have heard a lot of otherkin talk in terms of “my kin self” and “my human self” before. I have been asked multiple times “what is your kin”, and each time winced a little as people go on to talk about their kin as if it were a separate entity. Maybe it is for them. But I do not have a split like that.
There is no otherkin-me and human-me. My entire identity is based around my identity as a non-human soul with multiple aspects, the one relevant here is Britomartis.
When I was discussing not knowing how to answer this question and not understanding the human/otherkin divide with my partner Z earlier this week, he explained that I would not have a divide because I took over this life. I am essentially a walk-in. It is a topic we have covered before, and in the past he also told me there is not supposed to be a divide for us. Creating a separation interferes with how we function here, much like trying to separate the sacred from the profane. Everything is sacred.
Everything. When I make bread, it is sacred. When I bathe, or shop, or draw, it is sacred. Sex is sacred. It is a way of approaching life and its contents with intention and with attention; a way of making everything you touch divine, because you are divine.
So the spiritual touches every facet of my life. It informs everything I do. When it does not, I get thrown terribly off balance and struggle emotionally until I can get back into that everything-is-sacred mindset. And I cannot separate my identity as a goddess, from the spiritual, and thus from life, at all.
From the outside, it is a little different. Only a few of my friends know that I identify as not-human. So I imagine the people I interact with and deal with on a regular basis, and even strangers, mostly see some version of non-otherkin identity. (I have been called out by family members and strangers for not being human when I did not say anything to suggest it, but that is a vast minority of interactions).
But I cannot possibly know how they see me. And just because they do not make the leap that oh, she is a goddess, does not mean they are seeing any less of me.
I am just me. And I just happen to not have a human soul.
Reconstructing the Labyrinth 