Furries Save Lives.
Posted by Kelix (Kelix) on Thu, 2008-07-03 22:03
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I had an epiphany as I was walking home from work the Wednesday after the convention. I love who I am. Being a fur and being at Anthrocon where I could feel safe and happy and at last comfortable with who I am inside was the happiest time of my life, and I am going to try to keep that feeling in my soul from now on! Thank you to everyfur out there who is happy and proud to be who they are! You guys saved my life from myself that weekend, and I couldn't be happier. I just wanted to let that be known. ^^ |
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Location: Leesburg, VA
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Glad to hear you had a good time! Hope you'll join us again next year!
Karl Xydexx Jorgensen
Publications Director
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permalinkLocation: New Brighton, MN, USA
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We come to Anthrocon for our friends, who are all like family to us.
I've never personally felt closer to people than fellow furs at Anthrocon. It's a home away from home in a sense. Probably a contributing factor to post-con depression, because you're leaving the ones you feel so close to.
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permalinkLocation: Roseville, CA, USA
It is easy for us to forget that this is, for some, more than just a fun hobby or a consumer subset to sell to; for some, it is something much more profound in its impact.
At about 17, I began to understand what I was; it was a revelation that hit me like a spring breaking and uncoiling. To make sense of it, to begin to understand it, took a while longer, as it was such a jar to the reality which I had lived in, and full faith in. This was both extremely liberating, and yet profoundly isolating, as well.
From that time until I was 41, I had come to think of myself as a very exclusive subset of intelligent life on Earth. Perhaps I had a natural inclination to isolation, but not to loneliness - no one does. But for years, whether alone or in a crowd (and I hate/fear crowds) I could only regard myself as an "I".
...And then, while playing around with a browser on this then-new-to-me thing called the World Wide Web, I indulged in surfing for images, stories, lore, folktales, myths, ANYTHING related to Foxes, be it real, metaphorical, or metaphysical - and discovered, on one woman's website set up to display her daughters' research on the topic of Swift Foxes, a rant.
She was complaining about her daughters' having to wade through search engines finding fox-related material dealing with "Real" foxes, and having to filter out all this...STUFF... from people who believed themselves to actually BE foxes. She called these people "Furries"...
...THIS was a REVELATION! It was almost equal in impact to my first one, so many years ago. Suddenly I CEASED to be an "I". I now knew that I was actually part of a "WE". It suddenly renewed my sense of POISE, often burdened since those days when I was 17, and was intoxicating. I giddily began to seek out others of my kind.
Yeah - Furry Conventions can do that for you. And I am glad for you that you could experience it in that way.
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