While a part of me wants to enter a new place with dignity and poise, I'm still enough of a pup to have trouble repressing the urge to jump and bark and sniff at everything. Figuratively speaking.

So I'll skip the introductions (they're boring anyway) and begin.

Exactly one person in my offline life knows I participate in furry culture to any extent, though really I'm pretty much just an observer. But that's how I am with most things. I'll dress the part, I'll look the part, talk to me and I'll say the right things but I always feel like I am just. . .

Watching.

I'm a lonely person by habit and maybe also by choice. It's hard to say.

But maybe that's why I am also so comfortable dancing in a crowd. It takes me a minute, but after that minute I. . .I don't forget that people are around me, it just doesn't matter so much. I can whirl and jump and twist, tell a story with my hands or let them be still. . .and it doesn't matter at all, what I'm doing or what I did or what I'll do next.

I get a little wound up about things sometimes. Actually, that's a bit of an understatement. In my day-to-day life, I'm kind of a neurotic wreak. I've been out of classes for a week and am still having nightmares about forgetting assignments.

But that's me. I dream and I sing and I dance -- and those things I can do all at once if I try.

It's good to meet all of you.

--Z