How are we supposed to demand respect and equality when, within our own community of types, we don't give the same? How can you ask a straight person to treat you right when you don't treat transgender people right? Or bisexuals or pansexuals—see, even the word "pansexual" is underlined in red. Well, you can't see it, but it is not an accepted word. Nor is it an accepted term, not to a lot of people.
Being a woman, in any society really, is difficult. Because in all of them, the top thing for women is to be a mother. To give birth. To procreate. Which inherently isn't a horrible thing. It can be a beautiful thing. But it also puts an incredible amount of pressure on us. Those who aren't ready. Those who may never be ready. Those who want but can never ever have. Those who know for sure they never want them.
It is so far away from me. I stare up at the beauty of the moon and feel the chill ruffle my fur. I walk closer to the edge of the cliff, pieces of ground crumbling down the rock wall. The ledge is steady, yet the dirt still stirs as I move about. The grass is damp, it folds easily under my paws. My pack. I haven't seen or heard from them in two moon cycles. We had come across a camp of humans, and all the chaos, we became separated. I feel alone all the time now.
When you hear love what do you think about? Most people imagine romantic love. Between a man and a woman, a woman and woman, a man and man, what have you.
Life is fine, I tell this myself. I tell this to myself so often I nearly convince myself it is true. The memories of him are vague and not full of love, nothing terrible. He never hurt me, at least not physically. No. He just wasn't always present. It didn't work out. He was an asshole. People don't like that. People say "family is everything." Family IS everything, if the family isn't toxic. But this isn't about that. I leave behind a country full of friends, and a mom-like figure, and my biological father, distant painful memories I've all but blocked out.
It happened again. Probably the worst she has ever experienced in her life. Everything was fine one moment, and then it hits her. Like a Mack Truck. No prelude to this. No warning. No argument to clue her in on the uncontrollable feeling that would soon take her over.