I assume you ask this in reference to my scathing language towards furries, cowboys, and such. I don’t know, I guess I’m not very open-minded in that I think furries are generally lonely, pathetic, often delusional freaks, but I at least try to keep these feelings to myself when I’m around them. As I said in my story, I talked to (well, mostly listened to the guy ramble on) for about half an hour with a straight face. I guess part of me was generally interested (intrigued?) by what this guy thought in his brain, and I wasn’t going to just walk out of the restaurant or ask the manager to make them leave or whatever.
As for cowboys, I just think they’re all closet gays.
I think this is what I meant by non-judgemental. A lot of people think Lincoln’s motto is “Don’t tell me how to live and I won’t tell you how to live” so maybe that’s why I feel this way
Well, although he could have raped/kill you, I guess there is something about having a female presence that pretty much diminishes the possibility a bit. Its great that nothing happened to you, atleast you got chicken wings. On another note, its pretty interesting the form of writing you pursue. Ever thought of making a book or some sort?