Just sat here looking at that recent pic of Sugar, Snow, and Liv standing on an LGBT flag and had this weird wave of satisfaction at how we're all living our lives.

I didn't have nearly the impact on furry fandom, let alone the world, that I hoped I would. But I was and still am a footsoldier in the war to keep our culture weird, humane, and otherworldly and I'm just so proud of how well it's all worked.

Now that there's a glimmer of hope we're gonna win the political struggle, maybe I'm finally able to appreciate the cultural struggle, and all the beautifully strange things we've all made in this ugly ugly world.

I spend my day with coyotes and genies and balloon people and robots. I could not be happier about this, especially given I could have very easily wound up an accountant or something -- some poor bastard with one name and one identity, Mark Zuckerberg's perfect consumer done.

But nope, I'm a giant fucking cat from Mars and it's a good day to roar extra loud.