I love people who try to be soft. I think about it a lot. I used to be an asshole when I was younger, I was sexist and racist, definitely shades of queerphobia (a lot of interalised shame about my own queerness). It was all about being edgy and tired of the world. I remember when I looked what I was saying and doing and went "no, actually, I am a good person, this is not what good people say and do."
I love people who have stared themselves down and gone "No."
@Corvusheart I think for me there was a degree of odd rebelliousness about the process of ditching a cynical personality - a realisation that cynicism was big and dominant in society and I either had to embrace it, get crushed by it, or fight it.
And fighting it seemed to involve a lot more cute fluffy animals and nice things.
Here is a mountain beaver. They're not related to beavers but they chew on trees all the same and are pretty cool. :)
