Roasted or fried chicken. Something about the strong smell just whips my brain into anger and disgust. I can’t think, talk or smile once I smell it. Especially in a enclosed space.

Ya I would never be able to reclaim it for myself. For my whole life it was used only as a strong negative.

It’s the same for my wife and queer. It’s a word she can’t use to describe herself without thinking of old mystery books. “Well that’s quite queer”

As a furry, this is unfortunately a large problem in the fandom as of now. We are constantly searching for these fuckers to get them banned from social media sites and conventions. It’s practically impossible to keep up on twitter, nevermind if they find out you have a report page for others to know about them.

Having to report people for posting bestiality and csam is the easy part. It’s disturbing how much these people will argue day in, day out how these topics don’t affect anyone. There’s been an uptick of minors proclaiming they’re zoophiles. Most following these content makers.

It’s an uphill battle for us…