I never went back. I reflected on those twenty life changing minutes on the way home. I went from the heart-pounding exhilaration of possibility to the pleasure of realization then to relief that I was not alone. Then by the end of those twenty minutes... disapointment. Although I felt relieved that I was not alone, I felt disapointed for the same reason. There was nothing so special about me at all. I was just one of the crowd. We all like to feel special. Now that was gone.
I had been drawing pictures. Furry pictures. I would hide them for a while and then tear them up and burn them. I was terrified someone would find them. Still am. Now that I realized other furry artists existed, I yearned to find out what they were doing. These were the days before everyone had a personal computer and internet access. At my work place we got a computer upgrade that gave us access to the internet. I could have gotten into trouble for looking at a non-approved site, but I couldn't resist the temptation.