I've always wondered about AngosturaCat - anyone who's adjacent to furry Twitter knows that anywhere there's even a hint of furry drama she's present, like flies to shit. Turns out that, as is the road for many a voluptuous (read: grossly overweight) white woman, she's snagged herself a
black man in holy matrimony who just so happens to be
military. Turns out all of the posturing and identity politics (funny that she identifies herself as a demiwoman and demisexual in her profile - couldn't even stomach making the feasible jump into nonbinary, or picking a sexuality du jour that most leftists can agree is at least close to an actual sexuality) is to cover for the fact that without the heavily policed self-concept she maintains on Twitter she's garden-variety fat white trash, and a dependapotamus to boot.
So solves the mystery of how she has this much time in a day for furry drama - she's a bored housewife, flexing what little social currency she has with furries, of all people. Her full-time work consists of putting out one drawing of dog dick a month for her 6 Patreon supporters. Must be nice to have your free housing and healthcare as provided by your military spouse, the two biggest concerns for real working artists. Frees up a lot of time to play at being an actual freelancer and not the furry equivalent of every other stay-at-home dependa opening an Etsy account to sell wire-wrapped turquoise jewelry, not to mention shoving your nose into every furry's steaming pile of shit.
Keep going, Samantha - if you can still see your toes, you haven't had enough nuggies! What will your husband think?
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