As many of us can go figure, the more recent “merging” of the internet with society has done for a dramatic shift in our collective culture. Very little do we go anywhere without the sight or mention of a computer of some kind (unless you live in fucking Zimbabwe or something). As a result of this, the internet allows for very specific minorities of people to find each other and expand upon themselves as a group. More often than not, these groups include the central of a common hobby, idea, mindset, or sexual fetish (nobody should be surprised at this point). People have been finding more and more a number of “cultural offshoots” that developed because of this. Subcultures, sub-subcultures, and let’s not forget: the dreaded sub-sub-subculture.
However, if there’s anything among these cultural offshoots I’ve had the opportunity to despise, it would be the furries among all else. For those of you who don’t understand what exactly a furry is, let me put it as best as I can. Thousands upon thousands of people in the world have apparently looked at an animal and gone, “See, I like the animal part, but I’m not quite sold. Can it also be a person at the same time? Like a half man, half animal sort of deal?” As if it weren’t bad enough to be physically attracted to animals, many of them find it necessary to create online animal “personas” of themselves to interact with others who’ve made the same unfortunate decision. Often times these people will obsess over their characters and repeatedly draw them in a number of different ways that many would find unsettling if the idea of it hadn’t been already.
Now, I don’t give a fuck what you’re into as long as you don’t force yourselves upon the unwilling or showcase the fetish for everyone to “admire.” Given this, I can’t say I know of any furries who would go so far as to violate some humble and unsuspecting woodland creatures. But what I do know is that they’re mostly all guilty of the first of my peeves, otherwise I’d have no name for these people to begin with.
I really, really, really do not want to hear about any of their misinterpreted or spontaneous decisions of sexual preference. The last thing on my list of things to do is to be confronted by a group of leprechaun fuckers and their nonexistent league of idols. Every time I’m caught off guard by these things either in person or over the net, I’m constantly reminded of the sexual deviance that lies under the layers of harmless “role-playing.”
I believe it’s right for people to be entitled to freedoms of speech, practice, assembly, blah, blah, and what-have-you. It’s moreso a question of courtesy for whether or not you’re going to make a reoccurring production for myself and others to attend. As I mentioned earlier, I don’t care for any sort of “fursona” or any other article of carbon-copy “artwork” which I’ve had so many opportunities to see. I really don’t have much respect for people who submit to such a stupid “fandom,” and I don’t much desire their company in general. Now thank you and leave it the fuck be.