Not sure. I think it started the day Steve Irwin died. Was around 6 at the time and I remember the emotions that went through me. Upon hearing the news, at first I felt nothing, but then I just started to laugh uncontrollably. My mother’s face was shocked by my reaction. She went back to the kitchen to continue heating my tendies to take her mind off the fact that I’m autistic.

Steve Irwin was my role model. I aspired to be a badass biologist like him one day. But as time passed, I had no hero to look over. As I hit puberty and my sex hormones started to kick in. I started to grow curious. I wasn’t a very attractive young teenage boy (as you could tell by my photos) so my chances at landing a girlfriend and reproducing were slim. So started looking up horses mating on YouTube. And then it all went downhill from there.

The sexual energy from two horses having sex is absolute captivating. I wish I had a majestic dong half the size of my body. But I was stuck with who I am.

So I became a furry in hopes of replicating the sexual energy. It didn’t but I’ve made a lot of friends at Furry meetups so I continued with it for the comradery.