Way back in college (or sixth form, whatever you call it) I hung out with all the emos, weeaboos, nerds, whatever. Maybe surprising those were all the same group. No surprise I was part of it.

I was pretty openly furry back then, as was one other person in the group. No one else really took an interest except, weirdly, the younger brother of someone who was part of the group. This guy was too young to be there, he only really showed up occasionally for random things.

I didn’t talk to him much, never really had a reason to, but they seemed to latch onto the furry thing as a point of interest.

They got an FA, started doing art stuff, largely with me just noticing these things later on. They did me an art. https://gallery.kimintodarkness.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/canidae-jedi.2009-09-22.cFima3Z.jpg

Anyway it’s been 11 years now and:

1) They’re a fucking exceptional artist.
2) Pretty sure they’re a trans lesbian now maybe??
3) They have produced so, so, so, so much porn. Oh my god.

Let this be a lesson: Your presence, no matter how insignificant, can radically change someone’s life.

That’s a power that everyone has, whether they want it or not. So like, try and use it for the better.