I ‘found’ the community so long ago I don’t quite remember if it was a strangely good fan comic about cartoons I watched, a general interest in “hey what do these animal people do on the internet”, or porn. It was definitely online, though. Either way, I simply decided I was going to be part of it at one point after learning about it, and that was that. I always appreciated the art of animation in all its forms, and it just so happens that a lot of animated things are anthropomorphic animals, so that could also be why I was initially interested in exploring it. As with all things in life, it just happened, I didn’t wake up one day with a total understanding of wanting to be a furry, it was gradual and took months or close to a year to fully embrace it and learn self-expression.
I consider ‘being a furry’ to be a general positive interest in anthropomorphised animals, but with some special sauce that’s very hard to explain. In my head, there’s a subtle difference between working for Disney being the character designer for Nick Wilde, and being a furry. It can be a hobby, it can be a kink, a profession, an outlet, a mask, a way to socialise, can be all of that at once and more, or just one of those things. There is no solid definition. A lot would agree that “interest” covers it as an umbrella definition - and that interest goes in various directions and to various degrees.
I personally like a lot of things to do with the characters/fursonas - character design, character art, how expressive they are, and how much soul and raw human creativity OCs have in relation to their creators. I appreciate art, expression and self-expression, and with furries those things are ubiquitous and highly visible once you’re in and go beyond the sex pest surface that ‘normies’ see or the top-100 score on e926.
I’m not the social kind, at all, and that gnawed at me for a while. I found refuge in being part of the community, even if I am practically silent.
The community has a ridiculously high number of really cool people in it that I seriously enjoy talking to, keeping up with and sharing a lot of interests with. Don’t confuse this with me saying it’s perfect - as with all social gatherings, there are truly evil and weird people, but everyone has been good to me.
I like how welcoming it is and how open and friendly everyone is to newcomers. I also like how shamelessly weird you can be as part of it - no one really judges absolutely degenerate “I’m the only person with this” kinks or very niche and weird interests. And while now this applies to more corners of society, and internet in particular, than it did 10 or 20 years ago, and there are wholesome communities out there, it’s still rare. The furry community has always held itself to a higher standard of acceptance, being the constant victim of abuse and trolling and the eternal lulcow, it kind of had no choice. I related to that part too and wished to be that resilient. And even today as more and more places get invaded with astroturfing, politics, self-pity, bots, trolls, AI slop, and generally evil people, it remains a good refuge for me.
There’s something inherently special I feel that I can’t quite quantify in various such niche-but-numerous communities, I feel the same about certain TV fandoms or more obscure memes or tiny invisible-to-the-public trends. Big communities and even society at large have never been particularly kind or accepting to me, being a furry helped me understand that it doesn’t have to be that way.




Today I was about to post on here about basically the same thing, and, well, I don’t know, I guess I want to talk or at least write it out. I’ve been blanket blocking politics and news ever since Trump got elected - as black and white as it gets. If a sub I see says “Trump”, it is blocked, and that is also applied everywhere else, including people I used to interact with. I completely left TikTok, Instagram, Twitter, and mostly left Reddit, because I thought it would make me feel better. Between here and Reddit my blocklist probably has multiple hundreds of places that do nothing but wallow in misery or post about how everything sucks. Long story short I’m way less on social media now.
Anyway, it didn’t make it better. I’m still on here, occasionally, and now I’m finding that I also fucking hate it; everyone sounds miserable, no one is kind to themselves, there is a lot of hostility in general in relation to a bunch of severely inconsequential stuff—like serious heated arguments about which flavour of sponsored diarrhoea is less disgusting when consumed—I’ve even started noticing it in myself hanging out here. What I realised is that all the platforms I’ve left, I did so because they went to shit and lost any semblance of what I liked them for. It would’ve been fine if it was one facet, but it’s fucking everything, everywhere, and all at once, IRL and online.
Everything is invented, perfected, sometimes repeated and remembered, gentrified, commodified, sold for a profit, repackaged, dropshipped, consumed, regurgitated, optimised, dopamine fracked (shameless self promotion), ran through ChatGPT, summarised by Claude, and then I get to interact with it - maybe. If I subscribe for $9.99/wk. Just… so many things have become like that, it’s insufferable to ingest and even harder to create, because you have to meet that standard if you want the herd to see you, and for me creating for no audience at all is no fun, and empty proclamations of “just create!” help very little.
I have about a billion different hobbies (ADHD) and they don’t help or pay off at all, maybe just to distract myself and burn time faster, but there’s no enjoyment anymore. Everything kind of sucks there too.
And taking myself away from screens only serves to make me feel even worse - here a lot of my friends and a lot of my hobbies live one way or another; that’s why I used to love computers. Out there, people hate me for being gay, I have to mask constantly, and I faint from the summer heat. And now I can’t even love computers in peace at home, because even they have been mercilessly slopped by our sacreligious overlords.
I don’t feel depressed - I have a great job, friends, money, stuff, hobbies, social norms say I’m not really supposed to be depressed with all of that anyway. But I’m really struggling to actively enjoy anything anymore, and I’m honestly beginning to think it’s not me but everything else lol, as egotistical as that is. Except it’s not just me, it’s very prevalent - everyone knows everything sucks, and that’s another reason everything keeps sucking even harder. Oh well. I enjoyed writing this, a little, for a moment.
Sorry for rambling.