Limerance Gushing
Y'all, I am weak for this skunk. She is so good. I am 100% still in that phase where I can't go five minutes idleminded without sighing a wistful sigh and just going .oO{ Skunk... }
It's mindmelting how mutual this relationship has been; we have spent so long dancing around this bush together and the entire time we have been reveling in this petal-counting giddiness.
And, gods, we're perfect complements for one another in so many domains. I could puke, it's so saccharine.
Limerance Gushing
I am compelled to talk about this because I woke up too early and she's still asleep and I can't stop thinking about how much I love this precious fucking creature who came tumbling into my life like the gentlest tornado.
Huff. Go read her queer scifi novels about furries who upload to a digital afterlife to escape a not-so-great future and find themselves caught up in the dramas of trauma and politics and art, or something.
https://post-self.ink/
Gods. Panamory is a hell of a drug, man.