Still have bad memories of trying to be a skunk on Twitter and minding my own business and being hounded by musk enthusiasts and other stink-seeking horndogs.
Shit about broke me, and I still can't get back into big tail headspace.
That's the important part right there.
Don't let the weird fursona police stop you from doing whatever you want
I miss it, but I just can't get back to that place.
i'm not saying to make decisions entirely to spite the common tropes
but it's fun if it works for you.
signed, a dragon that did everything wrong on purpose and a cow that is also a snake
I am an entirely non-anthrpomorphic therian and I absolutely reject the desire for "return to nature" primitivism that stereoptypically comes with such a form. I am going to hunt and peck keys on my keyboard with my beak and make a capacitive claw-cap for using my phone and you can pry my podcasts and heated blankets from my cold, dead talons.
Just because I could go live in the woods doesn't mean I'd enjoy it. Don't let your form define your function.
