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Anonymous
All my life I've felt a strong, kind of "spiritual" connection to the fox. Even as a child, I would draw pictures of foxes and fantasize about being one, as if the fox was somehow part of me. And all my life, there has just seemed to be something almost "sacred" about it, which I couldn't quite understand. I began drawing anthropomorphic art in 1992, long before I even knew that there was an actual genre based upon it. For some reason, as I was drawing these images, I found that there was something very personal about it, and found that I didn't want to show these images to anyone else, because of how intensely personal they seemed to me. When I used to draw these foxes and save them in a box in my room, I hid them under my bed. I got to talking with my mom about why I haven't had a girlfriend yet and she asked me if I was heterosexual. I told her to hang on and ran upstairs to get a picture out of the box. I came back downstairs and showed her my best drawing of me and a fox holding hands. She looked at me and the color fled from her face. I drew one little picture and my mom got scared. She said "You're movin with your auntie and your uncle in bel-air." You're movin' with your uncle and auntie in bel Air." I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, The license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo homes to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." Looking at my kingdom, I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
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