It was the first day back at work. Or should I say...lifestyle. I'd always known I was different. But no one understood. I remember when I was 5 and obsessed with dressing up, the feeling of escaping from reality and being in my own little world. Let me talk to you about escapism. By definition, escapism is the tendency to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant realities, especially by seeking entertainment or engaging in fantasy. Fantasy. A word which you might associate with fairies and princesses. Or if you're more mature, fantasies may be associated with kinks. I can assure you that this lifestyle isn't a fantasy. I'm sure you're familiar with the term 'transgender'. Someone who feels they don't match with their assigned birth gender. I guess you could say I'm like that. But I know my gender. I was born female, I have a vagina and I like it that way. But it's more complicated than not understanding your gender. So here goes. I was born what the caucasian would call a 'human'. But I know that's not who I am. I've known that since I was 5. On my 5th birthday party, peppa pig came to my house. I was in awe. How was this possible? I thought. Being a child, I asked my mum. Of course told me that I wouldn't understand. Typical humans. Always expecting us to conform to society's expectations. When I was 9 I was asked what I wanted to be when I was older. My reply? A fox. My classmates sniggered and I growled. They didn't understand. Who's laughing now? I suppose I should tell you my new job. I'm a furry. We travel the country looking for new recruits. And my role? To make the newbies feel welcome, by any means necessary....
