Owning My Humanity -- Identity
I have a thirst to be a celebrity, simply to inspire people of how cool being a furry can actually be, but i trip over my own fantasies a lot.
Owning My Humanity -- Anger
#4 of owning my humanity - autobiography by kimono-box-fox i've retconned the titles of these entries, and decided to give them each a theme, in order to help them retain a sense of seperate identity, so that they don't all blur together into one great mess
Owning My Humanity -- Idealization
#3 of owning my humanity - autobiography by kimono-box-fox bestiality. do i find animals sexually attractive? it's a weird question. i don't find... living things, attractive. not even humans. maybe once.
Owning My Humanity -- Anxiety
My education was obfuscated and strange, and so i often kept to my corner, silent, and focused on subjects of my own choosing.
Owning My Humanity -- Commitment
#1 of owning my humanity - autobiography by kimono-box-fox taking a stab at an autobiographical work. anything to put thought on paper, no matter the value of that thought.
Loved For Your Own Weight
It made him feel like a fan girl cheering on some star, but it didn't matter; it was really attractive in its own way.
A Certain Psychopath's Own Version
I think they seem to think the universe owes it to them to produce gods and spirits and lifeforms that mirror their own predilections and values. they'd take that star trek fellow that annoyed the bald captain over jesus. hilarious, i know.
Like He Owns The Place
Like he owned the place, the rottweiler thought.
Giving is its own reward
I was being so careful pushing in, concentrating on his nonverbals more than my own pleasure. once i was fully hilted i began to slowly pull back. he tensed, looking back at me. i was afraid at first that i hurt him, so i froze.
Makin' yer own luck...
"well i make my own luck stud..." the big pig snickered, as he spit on that shiny black equine plucker. then unbuttoned his bulging jeans to free his long twisted porsine cock. "wha... ya can't..."
My Own Body: Tender
#4 of my own body the ending of jaq's story. jaq was born a woman, but has never felt comfortable in that body. the journey for acceptance from others often necessitates acceptance of oneself.
My Own Body: Slowly
#3 of my own body the journey for acceptance from others often necessitates acceptance of oneself. i dreamt of the caged girl. of her calm acceptance of me. i dreamt of her big, brown eyes and her full lips. her tan skin and short, wavy hair.