Venting, furry stuff, -
I'm sweating a hole through my shirt trying to work up the courage for a YCH that would put me in an evening dress and meanwhile John Oliver is posting his otter fursona with no shirt and a big bulge in his cutoffs.
It sucks, sometimes, to have a friend group with personality artifacts left over from the SA forums. I can't tell myself "no one will mind," because I know very much that people will mind.
Venting, furry stuff, -
I'll probably get it. I'm just tired of feeling so dammed self-conscious about something that brings me genuine joy, because people will go pantshit over it. Even if I'd never do the same to them if they posted a glamor selfie.
Venting, furry stuff, -
I know, I know, if they freak out they aren't my friends. Just that I won't know who isn't a friend until they do something, and that makes it harder.
Plus, these days if a friendship goes bust, there's the possibility of them dumping out their digital purse and letting everyone know about shit you told them in confidence. Always a fun consideration, especially if you still believe people are entitled to a reasonable expectation of privacy. (Old fashioned, I know.)