Thank you everyone who has watched me, 250+ of you.

About six years ago, if you had asked me if I was a furry, cold sweat would’ve broken out. My throat would’ve clenched, and I’d have deflected. Even coming out as bisexual was hard-but furry? That was something else. Loathing, cringe, clenching, disgust, fear. Scary stuff. And yet, underneath all of it, there was always a yearning. A need to belong. To dive deeper. To contribute.

When I asked others, I found the story was the same: alt accounts, dual identities, incognito mode, excuses. Shame and longing living side by side.

So lets take a different route: Recently I attended Sydney’s Aurawacon (furry con), and I was floored by the sheer amount of talent. Everywhere I turned, someone had a skill they’d honed to perfection. See a plush? They’d sewn it themselves. A fursuit? Built in their teens. Stickers? Overflowing and brilliant. Every corner revealed people who had poured themselves fully into creating. The more they embraced the cringe and the fear-the more they owned themselves-the more their talent shone. Its simple.

Cringe is the way forward.

When we walked down the street together and someone called them “freaks,” they just shot back, “I get more pussy than you.” And I believed them, haha.

I realized then how much of an idiot I’d been to delay this part of myself. But also, how much I’d gained. I feel motivated in a way I never have before. To learn, to grind, to give my all. It’s like I’m finally expressing myself with the full weight of who I am. The parts of me aren’t fighting anymore-they’re syncing. And because of that, drawing feels easier, faster. Instead of battling the brush, it’s working with me.

So-thank you for 250 watchers. It really means the world being able to see that.

What would you like to see more of? What have you enjoyed the most?