Like many of you, when I was growing up, I knew there was something different about me. In so many ways I was not like the "others". I had "furry" thoughts...no need to explain to you what that means. I knew these thoughts were wrong. Maybe they still are. I thought I had a demon. Maybe I still do. I knew inherently that I could tell no one. Unknowingly, I followed in the steps of many young furry people before me-collecting stuffed animals and Disney toys and comics. It was publically acceptable to display these things-or at least have them in my possession. Having these items may have raised a few eyebrows, but their true meaning seems to have remained a secret. I thought I was the only person on earth who had these thoughts and felt these things. Then...