Furries are like any other fandom; there are some ridiculously bad ones and some ridiculously good ones. The good ones outnumber the bad ones, but the bad ones are MUCH louder than the good ones.
@serosenpai you know, there was a point where life made sense to me. A point where all things played out nicely. I didn’t know everything, and I didn’t need to. The past never bothered me and the future didn’t scare me. Life seemed so simple in all it’s complexity. I was a simple man with simple taste. I lived by a schedule. Right when I thought I understood, the exact moment I thought it made sense, this happened. Everything fell apart and the world was cold and cruel. The nights were long and harsh as I’d wake in a cold sweat yelling, screaming, hoping someone would answer, but alas, to no avail. Life had become a chore and the days dragged on. I lost track of time wasting away in my office connecting all the clues I had. My family begged me to stop, “it’s not that important” they would plea. I got to the point where I would just ignore them, so they gave up. Now my life is nothing. Nothing makes sense and nothing works. Why won’t you just tell me the animal or the term??????????????
Actually fuck you.
'Cause I've met quite a few that were kinder and less judgmental than any other human being.
I went through a phase once... I was an otter...
But like, I'm open to a lot of stuff anyway.