given so many decades surrounded by neurodivergent queer furries i sometimes forget that having a hoard of plushies is not typical thirty-something behavior.
my lifestyle is actually so alternative compared to my siblings and coworkers with marriages and children and standard adult hobbies and i just don't realize it because it's the only lifestyle i have
This is why it's so fun having cishet neurotypical friends still. Like I know through the grapevine that a large part of my college friend group regards me as this kind of bizarrely fascinating pastel cryptid. I sometimes emerge from my lair to post on Facebook where I act totally normal. But...I went from being a quiet nerd who minded my own business to a loud leftist with a D cup and a personality that would overflow my bra, my house is full of stuffies and cats, I'll casually reference my partners in the plural, my stories about my co-workers are all just me dressing up cat stories, there's a nonzero chance if you call me I'll be talking quietly because someone I've never mentioned before is asleep naked in my bed, and sometimes I'll hop in my car without warning and vanish for a couple of days or weeks and come back with hickies, a new wardrobe, and some strange tales about queer bars and implied sexual deviancy, and since leaving the office lifestyle I've gone semi feral.
They're over there with their cishet spouses and two and a half kids and traditional jobs and stable incomes and then there's Sylvia, and it's so fun to hang out with (made up names, real scenario) Jeff and Erin and Erin shares the details of her pottery class and Jeff mentions his fishing trip and then they go "So how was your trip to DC?" and I have to figure out how to tell them the highlights of that trip involved wandering around a shopping area while stoned senseless with two of my partners before photographing when they popped each other the question, and making out with the fiancée of one of my best friends which would have turned into me just going down on her if we'd started like an hour earlier, but I did hypnotize three different people into meowing when I called them a good girl and have two new people give me standing invites to blow their back out.
So I talk around it but I can see in their fascinated stares that they are reading between the lines and I'm just sipping the tea they prepared as I watch Jeff and Erin wonder what the hell happened to the shy guy they knew, so I patiently explain that I strangled him with his own name and that somehow doesn't reassure them.
I mostly end up sharing cat photos and talking about the non spicy stuff but it's fun to drop hints and watch the looks on their faces as they realize the quiet bookworm they knew is now me.
So if you are the queer cryptid of your friend group, don't be afraid to drop little hints about how weird you are. It adds to your air of mystery and anyone who's gonna be a fucknugget about it doesn't deserve your time anyway.

