It all started strangely for me. This walk down the path I am on now. Even more stranger then my Pagan path. You would think after all I had went through as a pagan I would avoid standing out in any other way. I lived in California for years openly pagan. But moved to Montana where I had to go back in the broom closet. But I have learned to deal with it.
Now I found that something I kept way down inside of me for years is something very normal. That wanting to be part animal is not some weirdo thing that people with mental illness have, but just as natural as any other feelings someone may have, But in the place I live in I must now be in two closets. One Pagan and one Furry. That is why I am so happy that there are furry places that people can come and share things with each other online. I am not ready for a furry convention. Not yet. But I hope one day furries will be like any other thing in the world. Maybe even accepted. That is my wish for everything really. For everyone to find the acceptance that their heart craves.
BUt sadly for now until the world can come to a place where everyone is accepted, fat or thin, Purple or blue, Preppy or Goth, sad or happy, there will still be a trail of tears.
I hope that in my daughter's time, that the human race will bloom and become so much more then these mundane creatures they have forced themselves to believe they are. And become the beautiful, magical and unique creatures we all truly are.
Till Then I will walk this path between 3 worlds. Ever mindful of my steps. Hopeful always of what can be.