Originally posted on October 27th 2022

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Monstrous Agonies E75S03 Transcript 

H.R. Owen 

Hello friends, Hero here. Just a heads up that this week's second letter  contains discussion of cults and religious trauma. Keep yourselves safe,  and enjoy the episode. 

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H.R. Owen 

Monstrous Agonies: Episode Seventy Five. 

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The Presenter 

-dress for the land access you deserve, not the land access you have. Time now for our weekly advice segment. 

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The Presenter 

You're listening to the Nightfolk Network – broadcasting all the time, for all  time. 

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The Presenter

Tonight's first letter is from a listener concerned they've been deceiving  people. 

The Presenter (as First Letter Writer) 

So the thing is, I’m sapio. And I’m not sure how to say this, but like… A lot  of people tend to think I’m a member of the creature community? I'm not  sure why – I don't look that different than other sapios, unless it's just a  vibe I give off? But for whatever reason, people sort of make the  assumption that I’m not, even my friends who actually are creatures. 

I’m not offended. It’s more that I feel guilty, like I’ve done something wrong. I’ve never claimed to be a member of the creature community or done  anything to imply that I am, as far as I remember. 

I care a lot about topics pertaining to the creature community, but I have  never experienced the particular joys and struggles of being a person of  the night. When people make the assumption that I have, I feel like I’m  invading a space where I-I don’t belong. 

A few days ago, one of my closest friends was telling me about how out of  place she feels as one of the only visible non-sapios in our workplace. And she said something like, “I mean, really, you, me, and (our co-worker) are the only creatures in the office.” I had to interrupt her to tell her that I’m  not, actually. 

We- We didn’t discuss it again. I'm worried I e-embarrassed her. We’ve  been friends for years, and apparently that whole time she thought I’m  someone I’m not. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened, but it got me really thinking about it. I worry that my friends who are part of the community trust me in ways I don’t deserve.

I listen to them talk about things they’re struggling with, They’re my friends, after all. But I worry that they trust me with things they wouldn't trust me  with if they knew I was sapio. 

How can I make it clear that I can’t personally relate to my friends’  experiences while also making sure they still feel safe and comfortable  sharing with me? 

The Presenter (as themselves) 

I don't think you have anything to feel guilty about, listener. You can't  possibly be held responsible for the assumptions other people make about  you, or for their failure to investigate those assumptions. 

It is generally frowned upon to assume a person's genus. But when one  finds oneself living at odds with established societal norms, one learns the  importance of quickly identifying those people who might be able to offer  comfort, support, and solidarity. Often this identification rests on the  assumption that the line between safe and unsafe is identical to the line  between same and un-same. 

It's true that many creatures find support and understanding comes more  easily from other creatures than from sapios. The prevalence of single genus or creature-only social groups can attest to that, and I see no harm  in them. But it simply does not follow that being a member of the  community means someone will be inherently safer, or indeed, inherently  able to relate to one's particular circumstances. 

Your friends put their trust in you, and I don't see that you've done anything to undermine that trust, or to prove it ill-placed. You listen to their  struggles, and care about the issues that affect them.

You respect their identities, and the differences between your experiences  of the world. You don't need to share those experiences in order to be able to offer them kindness and support when they talk about them. 

If you wish to tell your friends about your identity, feel free. The incident  with your co-worker offers a nice jumping off point – you can use it to bring the matter up and explain your desire to set the record straight. Equally  though, I don't see any pressing moral need to do so. 

Your friends consider you someone safe to be with in their difference. And  in that, it seems they are perfectly correct. Whatever your decision, I hope  you can come to trust yourself as much as your friends do. 

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The Presenter 

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 The Presenter 

Our second letter this evening is from a listener facing an unexpected  obstacle in their relationship. 

The Presenter (as Second Letter Writer) 

So, here’s the thing. I’m supposed to... start the apocalypse? I-I swear I’m  not writing in because I’m actually debating ending all life on Earth. That is  a solid no from me! [laughs] 

I was raised in a, a, a… Well, you know what, I’m just going to call it what  it was. A bloody cult. [laughs] Been through enough therapy for that.  [sighs] 

They had this prophecy that just before the year 2000, a Messiah would be born to their chosen few, and have power to remake the world to their  choosing. So, that’s how I came to be. My mum lived, uh, but I’m- I'm told  she was never quite the same afterwards. A disturbing amount of teeth,  and eyes that glowed too fiercely.  

Skip through many, many years of religious trauma and magic beyond  understanding, and you’ve got 18 year old me, who has decided that I’d  like to see this world that everybody wants me to change anew. 

It went really well, honestly. I nearly passed out from all of the noise, but  once I got used to that, it was, uh, pretty amazing! [laughs] There were so many people, and so many new things to try! After a couple more visits I  realised actually, I didn’t want to destroy it all. 

Wow, was the Church not happy when I brought it up! [laughs, then  sighs] Let’s just say it took me months to escape after that. But I did, and  I’ve lived a relatively normal life for years now. I have friends. I figured out I was non-binary. I have a regular order at my local coffee shop – a hazelnut coffee, with a cherry Danish, thanks. I started dating, even! 

But that’s the problem. [sighs] I’ve been seeing this guy for a bit now –  about, uh, 4 months. We met at the local Creature Alliance chapter and hit  it off instantly. He’s lovely – funny, kind, has the correct opinions on Doctor 

Who. [laughs] I can’t count the number of times he’s made me keel over  laughing. And he has the most... [sighs] gorgeous green eyes, and fur  that’s incredibly thick and smooth, and… 

Uh. [clears throat] Sorry! I- I should stay on topic. Uh. I really like him, is  the gist of it. But we decided to take the, uh, physical next step in our  relationship recently, and while we were in the throes, so to speak, I… lost  control of my powers. 

And before you say that losing control is a [impersonating the Presenter] perfectly normal reaction, [normal voice] I’ve had other partners. Not  many, it’s true, but I’ve had them! We’ve done the same things that I was  doing with this guy, and I didn’t lose control then. So obviously, I panicked  and ran out, grabbing on my way the, uh, pot plant that I’d accidentally  given way too many eyes. 

The thing is, another part of the prophecy was that I, the Lock, would need  the Key to truly start the apocalypse, as they would unleash my powers in  a way that I could never do alone. 

I remember that the cult was always annoyed by that part, as the prophecy also stated that the Key would be an ordinary person that could not be  born to the Church. Only the Lock could find them. 

I figured since I wouldn’t be looking for this Key, I wouldn’t need to worry  about fulfilling the prophecy, and I could just be normal, and maybe even  happy? But, um... [sighs] Well, seems I’ve found him anyway. [frustrated  noise] 

I don’t want to break up with him. He’s wonderful, and it doesn’t seem fair  to him that we’d end it for, from his point of view, no reason. But I won’t  want to live up to the expectations of the Church. I won't. Especially  because I don’t want the whole bloody world to end! I like the world! 

Am I being selfish if I choose to stay with him? What do I do here?  Please… please help. 

The Presenter (as themselves) 

First of all, listener, I want to congratulate you on your escape. You have  done extremely well to extricate yourself from this cult's clutches and to  make good progress in unlearning the lies they told as they raised you.  Well done. 

There is one point of their indoctrination that still seems to have some  power, though. That is the idea that you and your circumstances are  unique. Isolating their victims is a tactic used by all abusers, whatever the  nature of their abuse. 

But we are none of us as alone as those who wish us harm would have us  believe. Not only are you not the first couple to face this issue – there is in  fact a thriving industry built around the circumvention of just such  catastrophes. 

And unlike our old friends at Apocacorp, there are several apocalypse  intervention businesses that remain committed to the well-being of their  customers rather than their share-holders, who can help facilitate the  coming apocalypse – excuse the innuendo – in a safe, life-preserving  manner. 

At any given moment, somewhere in the universe, a world is ending.  Toppling over the event horizon of a black hole, shuddering with the  shockwaves of a cataclysmic impact, engulfed in flames, swallowed by the  dark or by the things that live in the dark. There are endless endings, and  these companies know precisely where and when these ends will come. 

Tell your partner about the nature of your situation. Then, book yourselves  in for a transdimensional round trip and get to work fulfilling that prophecy  just as many times as you like, safe in the knowledge that you're not so  much destroying a world as you are adding a little more dynamite to an  already condemned building. 

It may feel a little awkward to have to plan your sex life in this way. But  many couples actually benefit from intentionally setting time aside in which to be intimate. Think of it as booking a night in a hotel in order to enjoy the  freedom to really let yourselves go without having to worry about tidying up the mess in the morning. 

Finally, forgive me if this next point is unwarranted, but I can't help but note that the language of your predicament is rather... evocative. The, uh, Lock  and Key metaphor in particular. 

At the risk of being over-literal in my interpretation, might there be value in  exploring alternative configurations with your partner? Perhaps you might  take the role of the Key and he the Lock. Or you could explore ways of  being intimate that forgo such metaphors entirely. There are plenty of  options you might enjoy. 

And if you really can't find a compromise, well – there's nothing a quick trip to Xylon 7's meteor shower district can't fix. 

Next on the Nightfolk Network, with Hallowe'en just around the corner, we  count down our top tips for resisting the sapio commercialisation of this  important festival...

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H.R. Owen 

Episode Seventy Five of Monstrous Agonies was written and performed by  H.R. Owen. 

Tonight's first letter came from Ed, the second was by Ella, and this week's advert was submitted by Caw-oticdork. Thanks, friends. 

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Thanks for listening, and remember - the real monsters are the friends we  made on the way. 

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