“In my fursuit,” my brother said with an apprehensive sigh. “In your what?” my sister prompted, knowing that he sometimes stumbles for words. “But it is going to be so dang hot in my fur…” He let the word trail off into a long pause. “We’ve got all kinds of fun activities planned,” he said. He was talking to her on the phone and telling her about a big summer picnic he was going to with friends in Kentucky.
My brother came out to me as a furry about a year ago.
