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.