Still, thinking how furry and unlocking imagination and
well
how it allowed to better know myself.
Most of my life I've gone with just "Trying to fulfill expectations"
I was expected to be cis, het. Just a man. I tried to fill that.
In a way it was also just masking. I did not allow myself to be myself. Masking over masking to survive teen years, and just going with inertia that way.
And then just re-engaging with imagination and play.
I had already allowed myself to see myself as not het even before engaging in furry expression. That was painful to realize.
But it was liberating.
And after getting to be a dang furry
"wait, I do not quite feel like a man either, do I?"
And getting out of THAT MOLD being so much easier than "I am not het"
