Here is a brilliant essay about sexism in culture and literature, using the extended metaphor of llamas.
From time to time, I mention that I am different from most people, that my mind doesn't work the same way. And one of the more dramatic examples goes like this.
*movie with cannibalistic scaly llamas*
Me: "This is stupid. Llamas are fluffy."
Normal person: "No they aren't."
Me: "There is a fluffy llama. Look, llamas are fluffy."
Normal person: "WTF? Everyone knows llamas aren't fluffy!"
Me: "Also they hum."
Normal person: "How would you EVEN KNOW THAT?"
Me: "By knowing some damn llamas!"
Normal person: "ZOMGWTFBBQ! Shut up now!"
Me: *write fluffy llamas*
I'm social teflon. Everyone saying something that is observably false does not convince me that they are right. It convinces me that everyone else is crazy. And of course, they think I'm the crazy one, because when there's a disagreement of claims, I go looking for evidence and I favor factual examples over people's beliefs. This is really, really unpopular. It drives many people bugfuck.
On the other hoof, it's great for crowdfunding. You want some fluffy llamas? Bring 'em. I'll write something. I'm really good at filling cultural gaps that way. I enjoy it. I actively look for this stuff, because it leads to stories that haven't been told a million times. Fresh stories are often better stories; they hook readers more and harder. I like that a lot. I like it as a reader, a writer, a reviewer, an editor, a prompter, a donor ... everything. I just like it.
And yes, real llamas do hum. I learned this at the county fair one year when somebody brought llamas. Because I am a writer and everything is research it never really shuts off. I am a fountain of random weird trivia like that, and that's where I get the cool concrete details that I drop into my writing.