Name: Dammit
Breed: Transylvania Naked Neck aka Turken
Likes: Coffeehouse poetry, open mikes, Oreo cookies
Dislikes: Thanksgiving, those who try to label my breed, drunks
Person that you would like to meet: Hallie Berry
Tell us a bit about yourself: Who am I you ask. Who do I identify with? Am I a chicken? Am I a turkey? Am I a bird? Why must these labels exist? Why must I tell you who I am, what I am? Why can’t I just be? As me? As what I am? That is all I am, and thats all you need to know.
Tell us something about your childhood: I’ve grown up with the world looking at me as something thats different. Something thats wrong. “What happened to that one?” they ask as they point at me. As if what I am is something that is wrong, an abomination. They don’t look at me as a bird. They look at and mock my heritage. They judge me by the look of my breed, and not by the quality of my heart. But this hasn’t made me abandon my race, not at all. I’m proud of what I am…of MY breed, the way I see it. And the world has to accept that.
What do I look for in a rooster: I need a rooster that looks beyond feathers (or in my case lack of). But he also needs to be proud of HIS past, his breed. He has to be strong enough to deal with a girl that is as strong as I am. And above all, he needs to be passionate: about his life, about his heritage, and about me.