Ask a dozen people, get a dozen answers. I think the main tenet is just acceptance: if someone says they’re X species, then it’s true because they say it. And by that grace when I say I’m Y, so be it. I think most people realize it’s a silly game, but in that respect it’s a bit of a litmus test in that can you just play along or do you gotta be a dick about it?

Personally I used to take it a lot more seriously when I was younger. Staunchly a no-nonsense red fox with a back story etc. etc. I thought mythicals and hybrids were goofy, but it’s tiring to be so uptight. Tried to identify heavily with one thing because I thought that’s how you built a sense of self but eventually learned you can just do whatever you want, there are no rules. Cringe is dead, sparkledogs are unironically back in style.

Now I’m a sea slug. I don’t know if I think that reflects who I am or maybe just more what I want to be: stoic, cute, utterly devoid of bones. It doesn’t really matter so much as it’s just a thing I like. A little character to pour some of my creativity into. Whenever I’m having a bad day I can just go online and look at pictures of sea slugs and cheer myself up because it’s that simple. Sometimes I get a message from a friend with a picture of slug in it that says, “look it’s you” and it makes me smile. It’s a little bridge that keeps me anchored to the world when I got nothing else going on.