Diagnosis Code: Z7253
It's been a wild year, to say the least. I definitely feel like I wanted to accomplish more but I've been taking more chances and trying to put myself out there. This is another one of my many attempts to try and express the intersection of my bisexuality and furriness.
Diagnosis Code: Z7253
I find it incredibly funny
That the first time my sexuality
Truly made sense to me
Was grinding myself with reckless abandon
Into a murrsuiter whilst surrounded by
A hundred or so strangers all finding
Their own personal bliss together
I've never been a dragon of half-measures
Or, at least, not since I resolved to live
With the passion my heart
Has always demanded of me
It felt sacred and I've long stopped caring
If that cheapens the word because it fits
I had spent too many years
oscillating back and forth
Over if I was gay enough
Or straight enough
Or, when you got to the heart of it, just enough
To be allowed to experience that euphoria
And I will mourn the years unlived
As I think most queers do
But I'll be damned if I won't try
To pray at a new pew
So lead me gentle by my claws
And hold me round my hip
My tail could learn a thing or two
From stroking at your tip
My horns provide the perfect grip
To ride out my forked tongue
What lovely providence it is
The long night is still young