My kin is feral but I don’t relate much to being feral and I interpret myself more as an anthropomorphic version of my kin, like a fursona? It feels more like a combination of my kin and my physical self as I am now, and it feels more comforting, even though its not how my kin really was. My fursona is “literally me”, but not as I was then, and not as I am now. Is it odd to do that or feel that way?
Anon, I suggest you take a look at this post I reblogged the other day, because I think it sums up exactly what you’re feeling! http://fromfiction.tumblr.com/post/146149276362/lizardywizard-i-think-ive-finally-figured-out
