Family by Kennedy Lewis
"FAMILY…functional, dysfunctional, uniquely personal." - Don Riesett, Writing Mentor & Teacher You know, I kind of wished I knew anything about my family, whether it be about our heritage, culture, or just stories. Whenever I hear people telling me about their family’s culture, I feel so disconnected with mine, and this fact makes me very sad. I can’t bear to stay in this skin for much longer, I crave to be with my REAL family. Not the evolved chimps that walk around on two legs, I’m talking about my fellow furried Canis lupus. That’s right, I’m a wolf, sometimes at night, I’m a dangerous stalking beast hungred with the feeling of the wind blowing through my fur. By day. I'm a fleshy disgusting putrid nasty homosapien. It’s so hard to be a wolf; literally no one talks about the struggle. Every day, I have to resist the urge to just go outside, rip my shirt off and howl to the moon. I’m embarrassed to say that last night, I just couldn’t control those urges. The moon was just so big, beautiful and full. I immediately wolfed out at the mere glance of it. Don’t even get me started on my love life, it’s so hard trying to find a mate these days. I remember, I found this person online who I really really liked. We really hit it off, it was going well until they asked for a picture of my face. When I sent it, they asked if I was joking. When I sent a video...
