I sexually identify as a wolf. I am wet and warm after swimming in the river on a moonlit evening night. If you were to touch me, some yet attached fur I hath shed might hold tight to your palm. I hunt my prey. I rip them apart with my sharp, white teeth. Just like I rip you apart after you touch my fur. I love the woods, and large wolf *****es. If you can not accept me for my big, furry self, then go fuck yourself, your cisgender privilege, and your privilege to feel safe and normal. Because no, you will not feel safe and normal when my teeth are caressing your neck, preparing you for a scene a necrophiliac could only dream of.