Frogman

I just come here to pretend I\'m something I\'m not. I pretend to be a damselfly-winged bullfrog, because that\'s been a kind of totem of mine since I was very young. I imagine myself as fairy in the form of a damselfly-winged bullfrog. I think there is 0 possibility that I have some kind of a soul of frog-fairy, but I also think there is almost no difference between someone having the soul of a dragon, and someone feeling like they have the soul of a dragon, or pretending they do, because either way they have they have the same human form. Therefore I\'m completely fine with your beliefs. Maybe you were/are a blue dragon, or a white dragon that was unusually bluish, or a hybrid between the two. The first blue dragon I\'d heard of was in the game Castle of the Winds. The blue dragons breathed lightning. Although, maybe the blue represents ice and you have more in common with white dragons who, according to games and TV and books, breathe cold. Do you like the cold, or do you feel energized from lightning and thunder, like you want to soar at the head of a storm cloud? Perhaps you were a friend of elves. I could see elves having great respect for ancient, magical beings like dragons.

Ever seen a fox move? https://youtu.be/_AtP7au_Q9w

They look like they have the agility of a cat, with the social nature of a canine.

Why is lying about being an Otherkin a bad thing? Who cares if it hurts the community. People are inevitably going to do it, constantly. There will be an inevitable massive flow of liars all over this website. When a tidal wave hits, you don't try to bring the sand bags out, you just get out of the way. I say relax and ride the waves.

I think of my identity as being a damselfly-winged bullfrog and fairy. I am also an atheist, a rationalist, and very much of a materialist. I think I am most definitely not a damselfly winged bullfrog and fairy because I see no reason why I am one, in spirit or otherwise. I still like to imagine that is my identity though. The damselfly-winged bullfrog is an old friend that has long meant more to me than many people. I don't care whether it exists or not, and I don't see much of a difference between someone who genuinely has the spirit of a fairy, or an elf, or a wolf, and someone who simply enjoys imagining they do. It seems like that given that we all have human bodies, the result is pretty much the same either way.

I\'m a bullfrog fairy, more or less. I\'m actually an atheist and rationalist who believes no such thing, because it doesn\'t make any sense...but I really don\'t know I\'d pass a lie detector test if I said I was not a bullfrog fairy. I envision myself as a bullfrog with damselfly wings. I like the sound of peeper frogs and cicadas at night a great deal. I like swimming and the woods and small spaces. I\'m kind of the opposite of a claustrophobic person. I like caves. I don\'t really have friends though. Bullfrogs are too proud and arrogant for that. It\'s MY swamp, I belch loudly like a dinosaur throughout the place. My belches can be heard for miles. The bullfrog has fought winged serpents from the moon before. They\'re a type of dragon, but they\'re pearlescent white and legless and armless, rather than black. They\'re beautiful. They glow angelically...but they\'re mindless predators, and fairy-eaters. They\'re not clever enough to be teachers or true guardians, so far as I\'ve seen. Evidently there\'s more to moons than I\'d thought, more than just wretched winged serpents. I\'d assumed moons were just like spider egg sacks filled with the creatures. If there\'s black dragons too, that\'s interesting. I generally have respect for most dragons, and wyverns, and cockatrices, pretty much everything except the wretched winged serpents who I kind of want to nuke. #nuke the moon. Of course, it\'s generally extremely unwise to not respect most dragons, because if you show that disrespect they\'re quite capable of smooshing you into a fine paste with the flick of a wrist, or roasting you, or freezing you, or doing any number of unpleasant things to you with their magical breath, and that\'s the primary reason why I respect most of them: self-preservation. But still, I\'ve never met a dragon I didn\'t like, except winged serpents, and they don\'t count. I don\'t get along with elves. They think the swamps and woods are theirs, whereas in actuality, it\'s all MINE. i can belch louder than any of them. I will challenge any elf to a belching contest to earn the title LORD OF THE SWAMP and KING OF THE WOODLANDS and I will win! but I have no problem beyond that though with them. The merfolk are welcomed in my swamps, lakes, and streams whenever they wish though. Good luck in finding your dragon and elf friends. If you meet them, tell the dragon not to eat me ,and tell the elf I challenge him to a belching competition.