God, I Hope It Doesn't Run in the Family

My cousin is a furry.

If God is truly good, furryism has nothing to do with genetics. I keep worrying that when I turn 20, I'll suddenly discover the euphoric joy of fucking pasty, spotty, sweaty strangers in fluorescent animal suits and masturbating with stuffed toys. It makes me shudder. It makes me squirm. It makes me want to secede from my mother's side of the family.

Listening to: "Smoke & Mirrors" by RJD2