I wore a collar from sophomore year until graduation, at school and at home. Stopped after as the folks were weirded out. Have a newer, nicer collar a few years ago that my master got for/with me, that I wear when we’re together. It’s nice.

I stopped giving any fucks regarding what others think of me shortly after I became a furry two decades ago. I don’t have the time or the crayons to explain things to such simple, judgemental individuals, so I just don’t bother. Life’s too short for that shit.

E: I need a tag, too. I don’t have anything written on mine.