Yanno... the last year has been really disenchanting and disillusioning in a lot of ways. I've lost sight of-- or interest in-- so many of the things that attracted me to the postfurry thing in the first place.

But being a plural? The absolute core fantasy-proneness thing, the one that's caused me to chase all this stuff since I was five? The delight that other "adults" actually still have active imaginative lives? Having my own little troupe of fuzzycute Commedia Dell'Arte characters, to play out all my neurosis for me as mostly-harmless furry psychodrama?

That's still pretty rad. And still having people to share it with, at all, is something I'd come to take for granted. In this increasingly colonized, whitewashed, managed world, it's a piece of pure unmanageable chaos, a thorn in the side of people who want you to see yourself as the name on your W-4 and little else. It's a little miracle: the person next to you on the bus might be an Actual Virtual Unicorn.

Thanks for being here for it. Thanks for still accepting me even though I'm a royal pain in the ass when my brain falls out of alignment. Thanks for believing in Rezy and the rest of Team Kincaid in here.

Up Mars! :fist_paw_o1:​ (Oh, and your own smaller, less bitey worlds are nice too I guess. 😽​)