An Invitation to the Outcast, the Feral, and the Defiant

We are Goblin.

Not a race. Not a species. Not a fantasy trope.

A movement. A mindset. A rebellion. A home.

Goblins are creatures of nature—yes, the forests and roots and rivers—but also the rot, the ruin, the rage, and the renewal. We are the thorn beneath the bloom, the howl under the moon, the mushroom bursting through concrete.

We are not evil.

We are not chaos without cause.

We are what happens when the world casts you out, and you make a kingdom of the compost heap.

The Goblin Movement is for the Marginalized, the Mad, the Magical, the Misfit.

If you stand for the earth, for your people, for your way of life, for those without a voice, or if you simply stand for yourself- you are welcome. You are Goblin.

We reject the idea that you must be sanitized to be safe.

That you must be orderly to be valid.

That you must be obedient to matter.

We are those who are always too much of something, except when we’re not enough of something else. We are the wild heart of humanity.

We matter.

We are the ones who:

·Protect the earth like it’s family—because it is.

·Disrupt the systems that exploit—colonialism, capitalism, white supremacy, ableism, the patriarchy. Burn them all down.

·Uplift each other—with care, with laughter, with shared rage, with solidarity, with art and action and understanding.

We say:

Fuck the System. Eat the rich. Burn the patriarchy. Compost the empire.

And plant something better in its place.

Goblin is an invitation. A refusal. A spell.

It’s the call to gather in the margins and remember that you are powerful—even when they try to bury you. Especially then.

We are workers and witches, punks and parents, anarchists and artists, land defenders and mutual aid builders, caregivers and rootworkers, queers and antifascists and kin of all kinds.

We don’t demand purity or obedience.

We ask for accountability, compassion, and action.

We welcome imperfection. We bring transformation.

We are a celebration of the untamed, and we are a living network of resistance.

Goblin society is built not on domination but on reciprocity. Not on control but on community. We know that survival is collective. That liberation is messy. That healing is not linear. Goblin is a sanctuary, a call to arms, and a celebration all at once.

And we know this:

When we show up for each other, when we reclaim our power, when we protect what the world throws away, we become dangerous to the systems that fear a world where we all thrive.

To be Goblin is to resist.

To be Goblin is to remember.

To be Goblin is to rebuild.

It’s more than a label. It’s a way of being.

It’s compost magic and cultural revolution.

It’s sacred rage and sovereignty and defiance.

It’s activism with moss on its boots and fire in its blood.

If you’ve been searching for a place where your weird, wild self isn’t just tolerated but celebrated—

Welcome. You’re Goblin now.