American politics, since despite trying my best to avoid the topic like the plague, it absolutely won’t leave my mind given the traumatic experiences I’ve had with the subject around my own family and especially in the furry fandom. It’s a really triggering subject to me since it’s pretty much the story of my life, given all the dehumanization, invalidation, gaslighting, mockery, and whatnot I’ve endured as an autistic.
Old birthday art for Kalika, a furry artist I’ve known since my early days in the fandom, side-by-side with newer digital art I did for her recently.
Yesterday was also the birthday of a DeviantArt user who really loves Polly Polaris, one of the four current mascots for the Hokkaido Nippon-Ham Fighters baseball team in Japan, and I thought her design really cute, so I decided to do fanart with elements of my own style (i.e. referencing the faces of real-life squirrels).
Within the furry fandom, by doing gift art of other furs’ characters, provided they’re okay with how I like to depict their fursonas. Without, by being a good person and maintaining a cool attitude under pressure.
I go to church every Sunday and purchase food and drink from business in town, though that’s all I largely do for where I live. I contribute far more to the furry community with art and all, even if it goes unappreciated.
Seeing a female college student outfitted in cat ears and a tail in the lobby of an auditorium and my asking if she was involved in the furry fandom, and she kindly said she wasn’t, she just liked dressing like that.
For probably the first time in my life, a hymn in the church I attend had a substantial emotional impact on me to the point where I completely soiled the handkerchief I always keep on hand, specifically that in this post’s title, in celebration of Hallowtide, which has probably and officially become the most emotional season of the year for me. The main verses that teared me up, with the music really helping, were And one was a doctor, and one was a queen / And one was a shepherdess on the green and And one was a soldier, and one was a priest / And one was slain by a fierce wild beast, the former bringing to mind Elizabeth II’s recent passing and the latter my grandfathers and granduncles that had been in the military. It actually inspired me to write a supplemental verse, keeping in mind contemporary vocations, animals, and to an extent, the furry fandom, with my use of the term “Dark Lord” reflecting my affinity for fantasy novels:
Sing loudly the song of Jesus’ Saints,
Not all necessarily Men;
Free all those whom the Dark Lord taints,
Deliver them from their sin!
Many will be coders, writers, and artists,
Even creatures of God will be duly missed!
Those all who have done deeds, noble and true,
Let them rise to be Saints too!
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