One thing that disgusts me the most is human privilege. The privilege to eat something and not be a cannibalistic. They don’t have to see their brethren be consumed on a daily basis. This is why I quit my last job.

I used to work at a bakery. Selling everything wasn’t so hard, but when it came down to cooking, I usually felt nauseated. I let my employer know on several occasions that I could not deal with the sound of cracking eggs. I needed the money and for the first time put my values aside in order to pay rent.

As a chicken otherkin, the whole process was worse than watching an abortion. These were all potential chickens that were plucked from their loving mothers’ nests and stuffed into cartons for vile human consumption.

At the end of the day I was fired for ‘mental instability’. Check your human privilege next time.

My multiples make working even harder. Tyrone is a feisty ferret. He likes ducking into small places and hunting. It is hard to be a vegan when he wants to hunt small defenseless forest friends in the middle of the night.

I’ve even been kicked out of a Chuck E Cheeses because of him. He took control and wanted to play in the ball pit. It wasn’t his fault that the parents got in an uproar because a teenage boy was hiding while kids were jumping in and out. Some little girl screamed there was a big boy in the ball pit. It didn’t help when Tyrone started hissing at the parents. Police had to come and escort him away. We were fortunate enough that I was still 15 so they thought I was just a 'mischievous teen’, this was a 'harmless prank’, and I would 'grow out of it’.

Again, check your human privilege.

I wish I could just live at home with my parents instead of on my own and having to have a job. It would help so I would be able to go to college and not have to worry about working.

I can’t live at home though. They kicked me out about a year ago because they weren’t able to wrap their limited minds around the presence of Grace, my grandmother.

My grandmother passed when I was 16 and it tore up my whole family. Since then she has taken residence in my head and talks to me. Sometimes she even pushed through to warn my sister or mom that they were doing something wrong. I would be reprimanded for being disrespectful and when I tried explaining, my parents put me in therapy, thinking Grace’s death had made me 'mentally unstable’.

Grace pushed my family away so she could have me all to herself. She would come out and reenact fights she had with my mother when they were younger to the point that my mother would not talk to me for weeks. They thought I was being malicious and kicked me out when they had their chance. They had too much singularity privilege to understand me.

The first apartment I moved into wasn’t a very open minded environment. The first incident of me biting someone and I was kicked out onto the street. I didn’t even draw that much blood. I wasn’t even enough to wet my palate.

Damon causes more problems then he solves them. He is very arrogant and self-centered. Everything he does is to his advantage. He doesn’t even care that I am asexual. He still goes and tries to pick up girls at bars. Of course this never works because of his 'erectile dysfunction’ due to being undead.

This leads him to finding create ways for sexual stimulation. I’ve tried stopping him, but he’s too powerful. Then when I think he’s being good, he goes and bites my roommate. First it started innocent and he was just trying to make out with this girl. He hadn’t fed in several weeks so he went in and bit her lip enough for it to bleed. Then he began his feeding.

She pulled away and yelled for my other roommate, her brother, who came in and punched Damon. He tried explaining how he needed the blood to survive the month and both of them called him 'crazy’.

They dismissed this incident because they thought we had gotten really high. After another few weeks, Damon got desperate. He brought home a girl and convinced my female roommate to join them in the bedroom. The new girl was into the biting and didn’t mind when he drew blood. My roommate was drunk so she was into it at first. This was until they all woke up the next morning. The girl left before my roommate or I woke up. That was fine, Damon didn’t want to see her again.

My roommate saw blood on the sheets and yelled for her brother again. He punched Damon and made him pack all of my things and leave in the afternoon. This triggered my transabled severe photo-phobia. I could physically feel blisters forming that were probably just light freckles in reality. Fortunately I had a old co-worker that let me crash at his place for the day. Damon’s vampirism combined with my transable photo-phobia makes things extremely difficult.

Damon also makes relationships hard. He likes going after women and trying to sleep with them. I don’t find anything appealing about this. I am an asexual. I don’t find anything about sexual conquests appealing. When I’m watching have sex, it sometimes makes me feel physically ill.

Then when I’m trying to make my own relationship, being a lithromantic makes it hard for them to last. I usually end up telling someone I love them. When they don’t say it back, I tell them it’s okay and that I don’t need them to love me. Then it becomes awkward. They feel pressured to reciprocate the love and sometimes guilty because I’m more invested in the relationship than they are. Then I have to do the hardest thing and end it just to save them from their own feelings of guilt.

Morgana is the only one that tries to live as I do. This is because she understands oppression, being a lesbian witch. She also understands Wicca and sometimes takes over to help with rituals. Even when she is tucked away, she is able to talk to me during meditations and help me solve what problems I may have.

When relationships get serious, she’s able to take control and go through the motions of sexual contact so that I don’t have to deal with it. Though this angers Grace because she thinks it is immoral for a girl to like other girls. I wish I had singular privilege.

When people look at me, they just see some ginger guy. They don’t understand all of this that goes on on a daily basis. I don’t even have the privilege of owning body type adjectives. This is what lead me to bulimia.

I would eat just so I could gain and be considered 'fat’. Then after I would feel disgusted and purge it all from my body so I could be closer to being considered 'skinny’. This furthered my disgust because I was becoming something society wanted to force onto me. For a time I was obsessed with weightlifting so I could be considered 'fit’. This was worse because 'fit’ is what everyone wants a man to be. I still do this because I’m not lucky enough to be able to use some adjective other than 'normal’ because I hate the word 'normal’. No one is 'normal’. It isn’t just thin privilege, it is all body privilege.