I like anthro art. I like reading anthro stories. Many people I know are in the furry fandom, and many of those many are good people. A lot of them are assholes too, but just because we all share this one thing in life doesn’t mean we all have to agree on everything. Boy, this is sounding like a continuation of my last entry.
But am I a furry?
It seems these days that being a furry means going to cons, producing/consuming content from contributors, and in a more idealistic sense, we apparently have to collectively agree on everything or else you’re a Nazi and must be cancelled. From politics to your opinion on LGBT, feminism, and all the other stuff out there these days, you apparently have to check off everything on those lists to be considered a ‘furry.’
If that’s the case, then maybe it’s time for me to step away.
I just watched a livestream on YouTube with 2, the ranting gryphon. He wanted to talk about how much of a raging dumpster fire the media is these days, but ten minutes in the chat was more interested in how he was doing. To be honest, he’s not looking so good. Granted, he’s just gotten over being sicker than a dog, so that might explain it. Regardless, he did his best to answer questions, shoot the shit, and just hang out.
A few things came to light, though, that really made me want to tear up my furry card. (note: we actually don’t have those). First, he was abandoned. When I say that, I mean the people who stood with him and laughed along with him all dropped him like a bad habit when the non-troversy started. Even Uncle Kage – the epitome of furry culture – completely and utterly distanced himself from him when the shit came down. Many people I knew and respected all turned on him like sharks sniffing blood in the water.
I wish I could say that Anthrocon suffered as a result, but the numbers show that they’re still in the #2 spot in overall attendance, beaten only by Midwest Fur Fest by nearly 2000 people. AC was where I first saw 2 live, and after having listened to him for so many years on MP3, it was kinda surreal to shake his hand and talk with him for a bit. He has no idea who I am, but that’s OK. He’s met thousands of people.
That being said, to find out that so many people in the fandom I respected just left him to the wolves infuriates me. Any artwork I have from these people I’d like to burn or delete, but I already paid for it, so it’s a wasted gesture. Again, I’m not enough of a ‘popufur’ to really impact these people in any meaningful way. All I can really hope for is that someday, the cons run by these authoritarians all come crashing down. Maybe this whole COVID-19 thing will bring that kind of shit to light.
So, am I a furry?
I still like a lot of the fandom, and many of the people in it. I don’t surf forums, my Twitter feed is filled with artists and a few friends. I don’t give a shit about internal furry politics, I respect who I respect, and don’t respect who I don’t respect. Some LGBT people are great people, and some are reprehensible shit-stains. Everyone I’m supposed to accept and tolerate wholesale are as subdivided as any other social group, so please forgive me if I examine each person individually before I decide if they’re worthy of my friendship.
So maybe I’m a furry in name only. If or when I ever decide to go to another convention, it’ll be mostly because I was dragged by someone with the promise of either free booze, sex, or both. You’ll never find me on a message board, and only rarely will you see me favorite or follow another furry artist (mental note: purge friends list on FA).
- Fuck your politics
- Fuck your incessant addiction to destroying peoples’ lives
- Fuck your sense of ‘justice’ that gives your micro-penis that little tingle you consider arousal
- Fuck Furry Raiders
- Fuck Alt-Furry
- Fuck leftist furries
- Fuck right-wing furries
- Fuck Nazi furs
- Fuck Antifa furs
- Fuck self-important shit-stains who drop their friends in order to pander to a bunch of immature whiners (I’M LOOKING AT YOU, KAGE)
Just…Fuck all of you. NONE of these groups are worthy of my respect and I’ll be dipped in shit before I ever acknowledge you. Each of you, in your own way, destroyed this fandom. You turned something that was fun and welcoming into a political hotbed of drama, self-importance, and segregation so extreme that the ghost of Jim Crow is tweezing his own micro-dick in response.
You destroy lives. For that, no forgiveness. I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire.
So, am I a furry? I really don’t know anymore…