I was born dying, literally and barely made my first month and year. No parental touch. Lots of needles and sleep.
Yet I knew immediately in the human technology in my wild self, that this want my kind, my place, my pack, I could t see my mom… or any wolf mom I’ve had.
the hole in my human heart kept mostly hidden, very gruffly cute, self determinate self responsible and self governed thoughts and growls and snarls protected, for I would have pushed my mother to passive Ggressie me w neglectful stupidity if she’d had to experience that in form.
sge saw in my eyes, my movements, my straying for the s and elders and stories and not toys and rs.
like her, but even more a aun the human world, I had to stay sane by putting anything I could l darn in my eternal existence and experience. The wild doesn’t have books and am glad, for evolution and mama earth favor the love of teaching our youth and protecting them w stories and imaginings of true events that remind the teller of the millions s of dna stories, literally composing their physical universe body or chicle, so to speak, or section of space held by them (rocks and ravines tell as much as a perfect great white whose body is 400 million years perfect so imagine the musings their cultural dna and wisdom remembered provides beneath the skin where water is d to drop an atom…
uncer the sea is not for any weak la d creature that thinks they can just come back after evolving such land tailored suits.
wolves don’t insist,
But squishy, weak, and un armed and unahilded or armored homo-fell off the stupid truck, and at first we Wilde thought it was like a fun first reality tv show on mtv… but then shit got hella cold and kinda frustrating for many wild, and some of this bipedal FYCKS killed our elders, our story tellers… it’s clear that our wild will never be gone,
I am proof… I am a wild in a human because the wild flight was sold out…. This shit is TRASH…
BUT,
I am here with some amazingly human bound brain for English and writing and oration and using words to t so all can hear…
and I know it ain’t MY MOTHER FUCKING ancestral wisdom cuz I DO NOT SPEAK FUCKING HUMAN ANYTHING!!!
we speak energy. Body, clarity. Honesty, music w howls and songs, we have made art in the physical universe on this planet since minutia-lily “animate” life could move. Rocks and core and space and gasses and physics it the fucking proof that there is anywhere in physical that one thinker and feeliwr and doer and teacher can exist and play w physics, or just watch the game for a bit.
(go be a tree sometime, I fucking have t done that shit I AGES and w
y energy levels, it was a huge grove that got a lot of the elements and flowed and fruit and ants and woooo coooool.
humans deserve the wrath of any beast, in any corner above earths core, form:my ravenous curious and no fucks given for no good reason wildness of wolf pup or shark pup plat at predation and the sexuality of a predation species who lives for their prey and ecology and forest and as vigorously as for herself.
i digress.
im founding a path simply as a wolf w her pack (family and babies and siblings and aunties and all) who got to the rise were following to our next chill spot, but it DUMPED like 6 fluffy soft almost breathable Sierra feet and I’m gonna enjoy bounding into that bliss and ALSO sacrifice my full belly so my babies and elders can keep theirs warmer longer.
it started w bdsm and sex.
Humans have sex as a spiritual event well, haha, in Thor dumb odies… and when you find the right prey, the right preymate, you know as a human they are your live mate… I am primal, as humans say. As a woman, I am mother of the younger, always have been, and as such, I lead hunts to teach, and for curiosity, and then… the close I got to the right preymate and live mate… the more I found myself experience human sexual extacy in energy MORE than the exquisite body sex.
i have to remember I can’t stay gripped on her neck and jugular muscles w my more male sized but womanly Basque jaws.
and she melts beneath me grip, both of us want the beautiful glory and energy unifying agreement that some specifies have made in pact together:
we, the herd, must stay strong or you will run out of food and your babies will die… we don’t want that for you anymore than for ourselves…
we the predator, the keystone family and firm matriarchy, will guard this secret pact between those species of you that agree, and we will never chase the most perfectly muscled and fast, and FUN TO CHASE, for your babies need them and the family needs to hear stories of last leaders and current teachers are the ones we will seek, the ones with no stories not already told in every iteration they care
to this time… they want to be chased and look honorable to the youth, and yet, they will enjoy the time in your wolves or corvid bellies, and the shit parts of with the most SLOW molecules will have the least nutrition and will help all th others around.
ywah, if we fail you’ll have to keep those lusty little mammals in line,
but that moment t of a predator taking their prey to death ns sacred. You have no idea how important and humbling full of honor the keystone spreciea worship and elate in the sadness and grace of being any creatures last beating heart sound, and warm embrace…
unless you are like me: wild and the mother or father, or uncle who never doesn’t remind the wee ones how and killing is NEVER done in haste, with ought all options considered, or with agreement and balance.
In nature and evolution and earth (in Basque Mythology, I worship Mari most), the species living in this sacred peace and solemn solidarity to serve their own species, AND maybe even MORE so, to serve every living thing they see…
those creatures have proven the rewards of living in the morality of wild, the exhalation in the hunt,
wolves and cloven creatures have succeeded on every continent. Great whites swim in every sea.
mari gives them the choice of more space and variation for more fun and learning, and because their pact, their marriage of herd and pack, their populations have spread with health and without much change needed, and with enough resources,
and not till man, did the loss f that natural church become burned and charred.
May the English coming from my basque genes and all my ancestors as human, may it reach those of you…
for we are far more than they, and at this point, most of us are in human… we can’t rebalance with peace:
woman up
man up
if you conceive, that child is your new god or goddess.
if you’re lovemated as human or wild, you know… our kind follows eachother in life a d death.
MOTHER THE FUCK UP, YONGER AND OLDER LADIES OF CHILD LABOR AND LOVE!!!!
working on organizing this human English shit into more actionable or cultural or community or nature worship ways, and need help or shortly worded feedback
English is not my first or 1,000th language guage. Ask the robins and crows and birds and beasts around me. Human faces do have the cool skill od learning g other species la guages So many birds are WAY BETTER,
but it’s decent.
will be:
www.bigbadlittlered.com
bigbadlittleredways@***
510-994-6776 or 961-488-8522
wolf tacy traverso
pronouna: mom, MOMMMM, MOMmy?, mother, etc… as my sons
basque Mapuche Celtic gaelic
happy hunting loving fucking and lusting
