God, I STILL get emotionally overwhelmed when I think about how I am a Riolu. I am 100% irrevocably a Riolu! I can't even begin to describe this feeling. It's just the sheer relief of knowing this to be who I am, seeing Riolu and feeling the most intense kin-feelings I've had in actual years.
I'm having dumb moments where randomly throughout the day I don't do anything interesting other than thinking about Riolu and suddenly I burst into tears anyway. I'm not even doing anything special, it just happens. My heart simply decided I need to feel intensely about being a Riolu right then and there.
I saw a post the other day about how gender feelings don't all necessarily need to be categorised into euphoria and dysphoria, and doing so is reductive to the complexity that feelings about identity discovery and authenticity can bring with them, and it feels true. I'm feeling everything, happiness, sadness, longing, a realisation that my wish to transform is not possible in this realm of reality, yet a gladness that I get to live in the same time period as the one where Riolu even exists as a concept for me to connect to and that I can find avenues of expression that do not have to lie within the grounds of my physical body mattering and the relief of knowing this about myself to begin with and that seeing pictures of Riolu -- myself as Riolu -- give me so much happiness.
I'm just a Riolu. My friends see me as a Riolu. It's as true to me as the fact that I breathe.
