There is a story my friend Daphny likes to tell. She calls it one of the worst experiences of her life. It involves shrooms, furries and intense paranoia.
The first time she told it to me was last summer, while laying on the grass in downtown Berkeley. For some reason, years ago, she thought it would be a good idea to do shrooms and go to Further Confusionâa furry convention.
Furries, for those that donât know, are a fandom that is interested in anthropomorphic animalsâto put it broadly.
Only, Daphny doesnât have much experience with shrooms and eats way, way more than she should. She eats them until suddenly, boomâthey hit her and she forgets the English language. At this point in the story, I sit up because it sounds completely ridiculous, but hey, Iâve also never done shrooms so I canât say either way.
So there she is, in the middle of the hotel near the convention, trying to recall how to communicate with people again when it starts coming back to her⌠but only V words. Volcano. Vacation. Voluptuous Vorpal. (Donât ask me.)
Then the novelty and joy of ârelearningâ language eventually fades away and she notices there is a fursuit parade happening around herâand this is when she becomes convinced the next ice age is coming, the next ice age is coming, oh god, thatâs why fursuiters fursuit, isnât it? And, oh fuck, sheâs not even wearing underwear and âisnât that like the opposite of a furry?â (This is shroom logic, mind.)
This is when her friends notice that sheâs getting quiet, and the silence makes them think that going to the party floorâa Further Confusion attractionâis a good idea. Except, the party floor convinces Daphny that the convention is actually a celebration for the apocalypse, what with the ice age coming and all. The furries are just being hedonists about their impending doom or something.
Imagine, if you will, music blaring, people drinking, having a good time⌠and somewhere in there, a woman looks mortified. Eventually Daphny pees herself mid-partyâout of fear, maybe? Except, she thinks itâs that her water has broken and she mustâve been pregnant with Freddy Kruegerâs spawn.
Shrooms, man.
Itâs probably the most hilarious story Iâve ever heard, enough that I jokingly thought to myself, sure, Iâd consider going to one of those conventions. Who knows what could happen?
A few months later, a mutual friend tweets at Daphny and me asking if weâre going to Further Confusion this year. As much as my interest was piqued, I couldnât help but wonder why two people who arenât furries would want to go to such a thing. Wouldnât they not fit in? Wouldnât it be weird?
âNaw, theyâre really geeky and nerdy, they like crap like games and comics and anime and all that,â Daphny assured me. âAlso, why not?â
Good enough for me.
Confronting Stereotypes
This is what I knew, or rather, this is what I thought I knew about furries before attending the convention. Iâm sharing this because I think Iâm not alone in my assumptions about furries, and because I think itâs important to confront stereotypes even if they might not reflect well on us.
Furries wear suits, animal suits. The internet likes to make fun of themâand, by proxy, I did too sometimes. Itâs easy to make fun of something you donât know much about, eh?
There seems to be this conception of the furry as a highly erotic, sex-obsessed fandom. Like thereâs just gotta be something nefarious and kinky going on underneath all the cheery, cartoonish suits. I donât even know where this idea came from for me or why it felt so prominent, but everyone seems to have it.
Prior to the convention, as far as I knew, Iâd never spoken to a furry in my lifeâmuch less discussed their sex lives. The only two people who mightâve qualified were a couple I knew in college; the girl liked to wear a tail or cat ears sometimes. There was this other girl who liked to draw animals all the time and Iâm pretty sure Iâd heard her âyiffâ too.
Itâs easy to make fun of something you donât know much about.
To recap: I didnât know much of anything about furries. I didnât even know that they were actually a nerdy/geeky subculture until Daphny told me so, at which point the reason that furries became the butt of all jokes in gamer subculture specifically became clear.
Funny though. If gamer nerds are supposed to be the nerd group with some of the most trouble getting laidâthatâs the stereotypeâmaking fun of a group that, as far as the cliche goes, never stops having kinky sex probably doesnât help âour cause.â It just makes us sound like virgin prudes.
Regardless, the point for me was to put aside whatever conception of furries Iâd had in the past and go see what the âreal storyâ wasâtalk to some people, see fursuiters in action.
Maybe the stereotypes werenât true. Maybe they were. I was gonna go see.
Getting To The Convention
What the hell do you pack for a furry convention?
I had no idea what to expect beyond the knowledge that doing shrooms at a furry con would probably result in the mirage of an apocalypse and my first-born.
I decided to pack as if I was going to any other conventionâlike PAX, maybeâand bring a laptop, a couple of changes of comfortable clothes, a handheld, good walking shoes, all my chargers, a camera, notebook for interviews, and plenty of pens.
Daphny and I meet up in Oakland. The plan is to take the train all the way to Fremont, and then board a bus onto San Joseâthatâs where the convention is. I joke around about finding shrooms because thatâd make for a better story, and I even pulled out a Very Classy container of Baileys I brought along that I wanted to finish off/use for pre-game.
In reality though, Iâm nervous.
What the hell do you pack for a furry convention?
First off, we have no hotel or even a concrete plan of where weâre sleeping that weekend. Daphny reassures me itâll be fine, that she has plenty of friends in San Jose thatâd let us crash but that we should look into making friends at the con and see if theyâd be down to let us sleep . Chances are, weâd probably spend most of the night partying anyway, and all we need is a small sliver of floor to pass out on for a while. We could swing that, she says.
Iâm not entirely convinced with this plan, but I go along anyway. Iâve been known to be too neurotic, and Iâve heard about how optimists typically have better luck because theyâre more likely to see opportunities where a pessimist wouldnât⌠or something like that.
Secondly and more importantly, thereâs something bothering me about terminology.
âSo, um⌠I donât want to go over there and offend anyone and I know how much words matter, and I donât want it to seem like Iâm some insensitive jerk reporter who is probably there to write something awful about the furries andâŚâ I rambled as we sat on the bus.
âWhat? Wait, what?â Daphny asks me.
âOK so like⌠when I talk about furries, how do I refer to what they dress up like? Iâve noticed that I think about it as people âpretendingâ to be animals, but that sounds kind of wrong, like Iâm belittling. Or even âdress up asâ sounds weird.â
âDo you âpretendâ to be your spirit animal? No, that wouldnât make sense, would it? If youâre a furry you pick out a fursonaââ
ââfursona?â I asked.
âLike a mascot or spirit animal youâre manifesting physically, I guess. Itâs what people associate with. Itâs very personal. Itâs not a pretend thing, thatâs them, in a way.â
âLike a mascot or spirit animal youâre manifesting physicallyâŚItâs not a pretend thing, thatâs them, in a way.â
It reminds me a little of the Persona games and how everyone has an arcana, though that probably has something to do with how similar the words âpersonaâ and âfursonaâ are.
We start talking all about furries on the way to San Jose, eventually landing on the subject of otherkinâthis smaller sect of the furry fandom that believe that their bodies do not match who/what they actually are, and âwho they actually areâ tends to be a mythical creature. They might say that theyâre actually a dragon, as an example.
When people make fun of Tumblr denizens, otherkin are often brought up as this ridiculous group of people that encompass the worst Tumblr has to offerâsocial justice (they believe in âhuman privilegeâ and that the otherkin are highly oppressed), people pretending to be stuff theyâre not (close ties with role playing and fanfiction in this sense, also denigrated), and teenagers that are likely highly confused about their identity all in one package.
Daphny is not a fan.
âTumblr is a bunch of confused teenagers and we like to pretend we donât all know what thatâs like or as if we havenât been through that ourselves,â she said, âbut the thing about otherkin is that they appropriate trans narrative. They claim to have dysphoria, and that their bodies donât match with who they think they are, but the stuff they think they areâdragons, mythical creatures, and so onâdonât even exist.â
This sounds wild to me, but if I know little about furries, I know even less about otherkin. And just when I start wondering if Iâll meet any otherkin while at the con, the Baileys spills all over my change of clothes. Some even gets on my coat.
FurCon 2013, off to a great start.
The Klingon Party
San Jose is, to my surprise, pretty much dead. The convention is in the heart of downtown, and itâs a Friday night, but I donât see a single person anywhere. What in the world? Where is everyone?
We get to the convention center and it takes us a while to see anyone in there, too. Eventuallyâaha!âa furry! Weâre in the right place.
We try to go register but registration is closedâthis means no access to night events at the conventionâbut we decide to go to the party floor in one of the hotels. As far as we know, these donât require a convention pass. Hopefully weâd get to talk to some furries while there, maybe get buzzed, maybe have a good time.
Not having a hub to go leave our stuff in kind of sucks though. So there I am, in the middle of a Klingon partyâthe parties are all themedâwith a big, Baileys-soaked backpack along with my laptop bag and, oh god, I donât really know how to interact with these people who I know almost nothing about and I feel kind of miserable andâit goes on and on.
I go onto the balcony to catch some air, musing that it would have been perfect for the con to coincide with a full moon. Missed opportunity! I stare out onto San Jose streets, the horizon draped with a foggy, kind of orange tinge.
You wouldnât think that a place like this [in San Jose] would be home to a gathering of (supposed) debauchery, kink and literal party animals.
Silicon Valley. Neat. Orderly. Not a single person out in the streets. You wouldnât think that a place like this would be home to a gathering of (supposed) debauchery, kink and literal party animalsâbut, here we are.
I notice that nobody at this party is wearing a fur suit, but then it kind of hits me that Iâve stupidly assumed that furries must wear their suits all the time, even in situations where it wouldnât make sense.
I go back inside and get in line to get a drink. The bartenders are Klingons, naturally. The guy has a giant scar on his face, and I have no idea if itâs real or a part of the costume. Iâm afraid to ask.
There are stacks of âRomulan aleâ around me, and the TV in the corner flashes with all sorts of Star Trek geekery. There is a furry head at the top of the snack bar, which I find kind of morbid.
The drinks served at the party are named things like âRevengeâ and âHonorable Deathâ and âPhaser Shot.â Theyâre free, but youâre encouraged to donate for charity and expected to be a good sport about it. If you get the honorable death drink, for instance, you need to regale the Klingon bartender with a tale of an honorable death.
My question turns out to be more Star Trek related (I think) and Iâm initially refused a drink because I donât know what to respond to the reference.
âStupid nerd call-outs,â Daphny mutters under her breath. She answers for me, the drink gets passed on to her, and she gives it to me. Determined to be my, uh, Furry Sherpa, Daphny also pushes me into a crowd of people and starts small talk. I chug my drink because if Iâm gonna do this I might as have a little liquid courage.
Meeting Ray and Cheese
Here I meet Ray and Cheeseâboth, I assume, are their fursona names. As the weekend goes on I learn few full names, few ârealââas in legalânames, but I do learn a whole lot of nicknames, fursona names, and sometimes I donât learn names at all.
Cheese is a short, pink-sweater wearing journalist who is very proud to be able to say sheâs written about rape while working for a Christian organization. Ray on the other hand is a tall, kind of intimidating-looking man who is wearing a football jersey and a do-rag, though I never ask him what he does for a living.
I donât know what I expect a furry to look like, but whatever it is, it doesnât match the people standing in front of me. I think they look normal, but then I wonder what that even means and if a furry is supposed to look âabnormalâ or something.
Ray is mostly silent. When Cheese hears that Iâm a journalist too, her eyes seem to spark and she tells me to ask her anythingâthat I shouldnât be afraid to offend her, because, for godâs sake, sheâs written about rape or whatever.
I ask her about her suitâshe has a suit right?âand she tells me that no, she didnât pick it. Thatâs not how it works. She saw it in a store shop, about to get thrown out, and she just knew, then and there, that that was her. Thatâd be her fursona: a white tiger. It chose her.
She just knew, then and there, that that was her. Thatâd be her fursona. It chose her.
At this point I notice how anxious I am about this whole thingâhow to talk to a furry, how to refer to what they do without offense, but most importantly, how to broach the subject of sex. Thatâs, uh, not something you just straight up ask someone about, right?
I mean, itâs the stereotype, and itâs what I figure a good deal of readers will be interested in knowing the Full ScoopTM on, but am I perhaps falling into a trap by wondering about it? What if thereâs way more to furries than sexâwhat if sex doesnât even factor in, really? Would it be insensitive to ask? How or what do I even ask on the subject? Oh, for fuckâs sake.
Luckily, Cheese brings it up without my having to ask at all.
âYou know, whatâs funny about furriesâmy husband studied this, heâs researched it,â she says, âis that by and large, theyâre bi, and large.â
Huh.
âYeah, they can be kind of kinky sometimes, too. Thereâs a good number of people in the fandom who like BDSM⌠I have a couple of chains on my ankles, for example⌠yeah, weâre pretty open about it, itâs wonderful.
âBut itâs not just that, itâs about who is a part of the fandom, too. There are a fair number of trans people in the community, people of color, that sort of thing. Weâre very welcoming and friendly,â she explains.
âI LOVE that about this community. Furries are the nicest nerds and geeks Iâve ever met,â Daphny adds.
Only as Cheese leaves do I notice she was wearing a tail the entire time. From this point onward I notice that if someone isnât wearing a suit, I automatically check for a tailâwhich is to say, my eyes dart to the butt region. Hah, weird.
I get another drink. I come back and chat it up with Ray, who seems to be more comfortable in a one-on-one. He tells me the most amazing thing: heâs come all the way from Saudi ArabiaâSaudi Arabia!âto attend the convention.
âFurries are the nicest nerds and geeks Iâve ever met.â
He shows me a picture of his fursuitâitâs a bright blue German Shepard with dreads. I ask him why a German Shepard or how he picked it, and he asks me to lift up his shirt. Iâm⌠confused as to why heâd ask me to do this, and he shakes his head and turns around while taking his shirt off.
On his back is a tattoo of three paws. âThis,â he explains, âis for my dogs back home. One paw for each German Shepard.â
He puts his shirt back on, and tells me that the fursuit is an amalgamation of all of his dogs: the nose belongs to one dog, the ears to another, and so on.
It was custom made, just for him. Some furries will buy something pre-made, but often theyâll make it themselves, too. Many furries, I come to learn, are artistic and very DIY.
The Fantasy Party
The next party we go to is a fantasy party judging from the Dragonâs Blood drink I order. This is where I see firsthand just how DIY the furry fandom can be. I meet a woman with a patchwork skirt that she made herself, for example. She tells me all about her art and the different stuff she makes.
I ask her if she makes a living off her art, and she laughs at the notion. Actually, she has a disability of some sortâshe was vague on what kindâand the government supports her. She pulls out an art book to change the subject.
If it were humans, Iâd think the exposed, erotic nature of these things would be rad.
I flip through, and itâs your standard furry fare: cartoonish, sometimes anime-looking animals looking all wide-eyed and whatever. As I go deeper into the notebook, though, the pictures start becoming more and more eroticâstuff like giraffes 69âing each other, as an example.
âGiraffes are great, theyâre very flexibleâŚâ she says, âI can make anything. I can do all sorts of art. I can make you dresses and skirts and clothes, I can draw your fursona, I can make ceramic stuffâlike maybe you want a piggy with the coinslot right in the assholeâŚâ She goes on for a while, but Iâm trying to make sense of what Iâm looking at and what people like about it.
I decide that a lot of my lack of appreciation stems from baggage in art classes, where professors looked down on anime as this teenager phase that brought with it highly unrealistic, disproportionate aesthetics which wasnât Real Art. This makes me feel guilty, like Iâm not really giving furry artâwhich, as far as I can tell, has a similar lookâa fair shake.
Perhaps more interestingly I canât seem to unpack why looking at furries in suggestive poses makes me a tad uncomfortable, especially knowing that if it were humans, Iâd think the exposed, erotic nature of these things would be rad.
The thinking being that weâve normalized highly puritan sensibilities when it comes to sex, and thatâs often harmful when it comes to understanding or accepting our own sexuality. We donât talk about or address real and healthy desires that people feel, and even worse, we make them feel wrong for having them. Furries fit into that picture. I feel I should know betterâconsidering the struggles queers still face what with people whispering about their sex livesâbut no, not quite.
He makes it sound as if furries embody the warm, loving aspects of Christianity.
Unable to keep looking through the artbook, I give it back to her and walk toward Daphny, who is talking to a Christian man who tells us all about how important love is and that he feels this aura, a good aura, when it comes to furriesâand thatâs why heâs involved in the fandom. He makes it sound as if furries embody the warm, loving aspects of Christianity, the aspects that religions like to preach about but sometimes fail to embody.
Ultimately me and Daphny end up being kicked out of the party because some stupid teenagers sneaked in and caused a ruckus, causing security to do a shake-down of anyone that didnât have a badge. Turns out, you did need one to be in the party floor.
Whoops.
***
âIâm here for Kotaku, weâre a video game site.â I explain to the man standing between me and a press badge.
âWho?â
âKotaku. Itâs a part of the Gawker network, like Gizmodo and Deadspin. Ever visit those?â
âKoâŚ?â
âKoâŚ.taâŚ.kuâ
âKotoku?â
ââŚsure. Can I talk to your media guy?â
While I wait for the media guy, I start flipping through the registration materials. One of the flyers features a cat of some sort with tight briefs. The text boasts about his BIG PACKAGE.
This makes me wish I didnât dwell so long on the public image furries have versus the one they actively promote, because I canât tell if Iâm justified in thinking about it. Maybe itâs like confirmation bias, I see and notice exactly what I seek out.
I flip through the schedule, putting marks next to the panels and events that sound interesting. Here it becomes obvious to me that Further Confusion is much like any other nerdy conventionâPAX, for exampleâonly with even nicer people whose appearance didnât always scream NERD. Also, literal dick wolves.
I was surprised at how prevalent the punk aesthetic appeared. Others were more⌠daring in what they woreâor perhaps itâs more accurate to say in what they didnât wear.
To list a few of the offerings on the schedule: There are video game and tabletop rooms, events planned around specific gamesâlike Marvel Vs. Capcom 3 and Smash Bros, panels around My Little Pony, Pokemon furries, electronic music, science fiction, mobile gaming events, lolita events, plus a whole bunch of things I canât recall.
Thereâs a lot of very furry-specific panels too, like guides on how to make your own suit or even veterinary experts talking about animal health. I wasnât too too interested in these, instead resolving to err toward events and panels that seemed familiar.
The first few panels we try are a bust (the gaming-related ones, actually) and we end up taking a nap in the back row of some astrophysicistâs panel where we couldnât make heads or tails out of what was being said. Weâre there mostly to kill time before the big furry parade. Itâs exactly what it sounds like.
The Furry Parade
Instead of throwing words at you about what this looks like, here are some pictures of the standout things we saw either in the furry parade, or on our way to the furry parade. And by âstandoutâ I may also mean âthe pictures that managed to come out well.â
Click to embiggen.
Starfox.
Sometimes, parts of the furry light upâeyes, paws/hooves, whiskers.
I have seen so. many. animals. Some werenât animalsâsome where more along the lines of cosplay. Realistically, though, the line between cosplay and furrydom is kind of thin, yeah? Especially if weâre talking about furries based on stuff from popular mediaâlike cartoons, TV shows, movies or comics.
Which is to say, thereâs also a ton of overlap with geeky subcultures over all. You name it, I probably saw it here. Homestuck. Marvel and DC characters. My Little Pony. Video games. Adventure Time (though, weirdly, only Finnsâno Jakes!)
Daphny is incredibly excited at the whole thingâshe just keeps saying she wants to hug the furries over and over again. And, admittedly, itâs hard not to feel that way when the suits are all bright, cheerful and friendly. It reminds me a little of the shows weâve all watched as kids, where there are puppets or people in costumesâespecially since some fursuiters come up with entire skits and acts. It reminded me of Blues Clues and Sesame Street a little, actually.
How can you be cynical about that? Why would you want to be?
Hard Data
I attended a panel on Saturday that gave me some hard facts about furry culture. Hereâs the skinny.
It is, as Cheese suggested to me the day prior, a highly diverse fandom. Enough that there is some disagreement when it comes to defining what it takes to be a part of the group, which might normally be negative except not being able to agree keeps furrydom amorphous. Wide definitions means more people can be a part of the fandom.
Most furries, according to surveys shown at the panel, are male. Most seem to be in the 15-24 range and tend to be highly educated. Many are artists. An absurd amount of furries live in California.
Data suggests that the longer someone is in the fandom, the more likely it is that theyâll reevaluate their sexuality. And, looking at the sexual orientations of furries, I was amazed by how stratified people were: 20% heterosexual, 10% bisexual, 10% homosexual. That doesnât add up to 100% because everyone else identifies as something in between these labels.
Donât think for a second that furries donât know what people think of them.
Why does this happen? This is just a theory, but, is it surprising that a subculture that is so open and welcoming results in people feeling comfortable enough to experiment and reassess their identity?
And finallyâthe sex thing. Donât think for a second that furries donât know what people think of them. When asked how important the sex aspect was to their participation or enjoyment of the fandom, most furries said that it wasnât very important. When asked how important they thought it was to other furries, most people said they thought it was kind of important. When asked how important they thought the public thought sex was to furries, furries would say it was very important.
These perceptions canât all possibly match, but one thing is for certain: theyâre fascinating.
And, just in case youâre curious: the more popular animals tend to be foxes and wolves.
Not-So-Hard Facts
I kept wondering why most furry suits looked the way they doâbright, cartoonish, etc. Some of the answers I got:
âWhy not?â
âWeâre like adults that never stopped being children.â
âItâs a good way to ensure people can express themselves.â
âFrankly, realistic furries would be terrifying. A REAL human-animal hybrid crosses into the uncanny valley. Keeping it stylized and more cartoonish keeps it approachable.â
As for what the fandom is âall aboutâ? Depends on who you ask. Maybe itâs friendship, or the friendliness. Maybe itâs about sex. Maybe the person doesnât exactly consider themselves a part of the fandom.
***
To be clear: Pokemon furries are âPokefurs,â and by far, the most popular Pokemon within the fandom is Lucario. I have no idea why.
Partying
The rest of the night is more of a blur: I stopped worrying so much about what I was going to write or how to interact with people. I stopped taking as many notes and pictures.
Some scenes:
Attending the âcommunistâ and âhella gayâ parties. Vodka, vodka, vodka at the communist party, along with plenty of Russian uniforms. Girls with glow sticks between their breasts. People who looked like Skrillex. Balloons everywhere. People sitting on other peopleâs laps.
Interviewing someone who demoed those cat ears that are controlled by brain waves. Trying to figure out how this person felt based entirely on where their ears were pointing. Deciding that was ridiculous because I have a hard enough time figuring people out based on facial expressions, nevermind ear orientation.
Interviewing other people I canât recall. Something about fashion shows. Something about shoes. Something aboutâ
Deciding âfuck thisâ and going to the dance floor. Dubstep blaring, lights flashing, canât see Daphny. Not caring where Daphny is because this furry is teaching me how to krump. Skipping around the dance floor multiple times until Iâm pulled into a volleyball match where weâre using the Team Fortresss 2 Balloonicorn as the âball.â
Being reminded of the horrified soccer moms during the day, because FurCon took place at the same time as some volleyball tournament. I saw:
Kids on leashes.
Furries on leashes.
Furry kids on leashes dressed as Pikachu.
Daphny taking my press pass and going on stage to take better pictures. Daphny taking pictures of everyone getting down on the dancefloor. Daphny falling off the freaking stage and being snapped out of drunkeness a bit.
Leaving, finding an acquaintance of Daphnyâs randomly. Sober up, sober up, gotta sober up. Gotta be professional. Weâre doing an interview.
Our Transhuman Future
Egypt Urnash doesnât identify as a furry, not exactly. Sheâs conflicted about itâin some ways, sheâs growing out of the fandom, in others, she is still a part of it. She shows me the tattoo across her back:
And reminds me that a furry could just be someone with a dragon tattoo. Everyone thinks youâve got to wear a suit, but naw. Like I said, what it takes to be a part of the fandom can be amorphous.
Egypt is an illustrator who has worked with SpĂźmcøâthe people behind Ren and Stimpy. She got her start drawing with the furry fandom, because art is easier to approach there. Weâre hyper critical of human heads. We know what those are supposed to look like. Animals though? Itâs more lax. Itâs perfect for a starting artist, she said.
Beyond her career, the furry fandom is important to Egypt in that it helped her figure out her identity. It was through trying out different fursonas that she came to realize that she was actually transâmale to female (MTF).
âFurry is a safe space to experiment,â she recalled, âYou will see MTF, and they donât âpassâ in real life but their (furry) friends donât give a fuck.â
âWho is to say we wonât have a future with malleable bodies?â
Not looking like who you really are is a familiar experience for those in the fandom, after all. Inevitably we begin talking about otherkin here, and unlike Daphny, Egypt feels sympathetic.
âWe [trans folk] are the lucky ones, we can find ways to fix ourselves. 100 years ago a man or a woman couldnât do much about wanting to be something else. What about in the future, a transhuman future? Who is to say we wonât have a future with malleable bodies?â
What if, in other words, the otherkin would be able to rectify their dysphoria? Wings and other such fantastical body parts arenât possible⌠now. Will we look back on otherkin and think differently of them in the future if/when malleable bodies are possible?
Crazy stuff, but sheâs right. What if?
And some final food for thought when it comes to being a furry:
âI donât want to say itâs about sex,â Egypt clarifies, âBut I canât say itâs not about sex. The thing to remember is that many of us are adults though. Whatâs the big deal?â
***
Itâs 3PM. Daphny and I have slept in after trying to make the most of our last night at FurCon. We get our things, we leave the hotel.
âNext year,â I decide, âLetâs actually get a hotel room of our own instead of sleeping on the floor of a friendâs room.â
âAnd more importantly, I need to make a sexy Dr. Robotnik suit,â Daphny declares.
***
And because I canât leave you without sharing thisâŚ
https://twitter.com/embed/status/293220227657900032
Photo credit: the initial photo in this article belongs to Eurobeat. The rest of the photographs are scenes from my personal experience on the slow floor.
