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I'm going to be honest here.
I don't understand furries. Not in the slightest.
Mainly, what I don't understand is whether or not they feel connected to the animal that their "fursona" is or whether they think they are part animal or whether they are that animals soul, trapped in a human body. Or whether they are batshit fucking insane.
My main grudge is with the ones who think they are part such-and-such or their soul is a such-and-such.
I've seen a lot of photos of furries in their little fursuits, I've seen a lot of furry art and hell, I've been curious enough to research furries on this fine little thing called the internet.
It seems to me that every furry ever always seems to be a "cute" and "fuzzy" animals [of course, the not-so-fuzzy Orca furries are still included here, though it seems they should be called rubberies or something. Though that isn't quite as cute and animalian]. How is it that it is only the souls of foxes, cats, bears, dogs and even dragons seem to be invading human bodies.
If this furry thing was really legit, it would seem to me that somewhere there should be some, say, barnacle furries. Or anglerfish furries. Or cockroach furries. I have decided that if I ever decide to be a furry, I'm going to be a barnacle, the underrated mollusc of the sea. Great and noble. Keeping the whales clean. [But hey, I could just be using it as an excuse to get into the pants of a whale-furry].
Anyway, in my opinion the whole kit and caboodle of being a furry is very much an attention thing. Or a way to ignore or lovingly accept mental issues such as attraction to actual animals.
I know there are some people out there who identify as furries, but really they only like the art or they draw the art themselves [with a "fursona" they have chosen for themselves] but even then, a lot of the art consists of personifying animals and giving them over-scaled genetalia. Usually that genetalia in inside another furry. It's not art, it's porn. Freaky porn.
Basically what I'm getting at is, I don't believe for a minute that you are a fox trapped in a human body. Most of us keep our freaky fetishes behind closed doors. You know, in our bedrooms. But who isn't going to look at what seems to be an adult, dressed as a giant cat, with a huge fabric penis while they walk down the street, or sit on a train, heading to the nearest furry convention. How is it that you aren't looking for attention? Oh right, you are.
Now don't get me wrong, I have some fetishes that most of you would cringe at, and say something along the lines of "OH MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS? GROSS", however I choose not to involve my friends, or the general public in my bedroom habits. Everyone has the right to enjoy life, and get as much out of it as they want [so long as you're not harming anyone in the process, or using unwilling participants] but keep it in your own home.