(IF YOU ARE ANY OF THE FURSUITERS IN THIS PICTURE AND DON'T WANT YOUR FURSUIT SEEN IN THIS PICTURE, PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO THAT I CAN EITHER BLUR YOUR FURSUIT'S FACE OR REMOVE IT FROM THE BLACK BACKGROUND!)

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The following contains ''drama'' in the beginning and censored swear words. Viewers discretion is advised!

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Hello there fellow furries,

Andrew here and lately, there have been some furries that have been asking why I've been getting so many pictures with fursuiters. To be honest, the answer is kinda complicated and most of you that actually take a moment & read this might misunderstand this and get the wrong idea about me...

But this would explain a lot of questions some of you may have on your minds, like why do I hang around fursuiters more when they show up at the meetups I go to? Why am I not too comfortable around most “pure-humans” or few people that aren't in fursuit? Why haven't I been drawing much ever since I went to FurCon 2015? Why am I not fond of places that don't give guests the freedom to fursuit? Why am I trying so hard to get a fursuit to call my own?

All these questions, and many more, will be answered in a very special “Andrew's Thoughts”.

Now before we get down to the main reason I'm more friendly towards fursuiters, let me tell you about my past so that you'll know how it has affected me as a person BEFORE I went to FurCon 2015. Normally, I would put in something that says “If you want to get to the point, scroll down until you see THE POINT”, but not this time... In order to understand my reason, you must learn about my past in order to see how it has affected my future & turned me into the man I am today.

First off, I don't remember too far in my past. The farthest I can remember, I was very young in my grandparents' bathroom with my head bleeding & my grandpa checking on my injury. Anything before that (like the divorce of my parents), I don't remember anything...

Eventually a few years later, my mom married a “slave-driving barbaric neanderthal”. At first, he was pulling the nice guy routine on my mom by pretending to be someone he'll NEVER be so that my mom would trust him to raise my older brother & I on his own... That was until she saw my step-dad for the barbarian he is and had my brother & I hang out with her at work to keep him away from us...

You see, as I explained before, my step-dad is a slave-driving barbaric neanderthal... He always thought less of my brother & I, he abused us both verbally & physically, he forced my brother & I to call him “dad” even though he NEVER deserved the title, he gets upset over the littlest things, and he makes my brother & I do chores while he let's his sons sit on their butts!

Like one time, when my mom was in the hospital and my step-dad was forced to watch over my brother & I, he took me to some military grocery outlet called the “Commissary”. They sell Jelly Belly jelly beans there and my mom normally let's me get some. So I asked my step-dad how many scoops I can have. He told me I can have three scoops. So I got three scoops and showed him the bag, but he thought I put in more than 3 scoops. I informed him that I put in 3 scoops, but he thought I was lying and dumped out most of the jelly beans I scooped out. You want to know how many beans were left in that bag? 1 bean... Just 1... Apparently, 1 bean = 3 scoops to the neanderthal... What a f---in' moron...

His sons weren't perfect either back then. I mean the younger one was kind of a pain back then, but I think he was just a victim of circumstance. Besides, he's changed a lot since then and I see him as family A LOT more than my step-dad and his older son... Yeah, you don't even want to get me started about his older son. He was creepy as hell, he always stole from my brother & I and tried to make his own brother look like the perpetrator numerous times, he stole money from his brother and tried to pin it on my brother & I, and he... ...did something to me that I'll never forgive him for... Something that has scarred me for life... Something that has made me disown him and never want to talk to him again...

Yet even though my step-dad and his sons put my brother & I through hell (they tortured me mostly than my older brother), my mom is still married to the neanderthal to this very day... Even when she knew about it and he left that scar on my neck when I was a child, did she even think about getting a divorce... Of course not!

You see, this one time when I was living in Vacaville, me & my brother's room was a mess and we were told to clean it up. As I was doing this, I was wearing a handkerchief that was given to me by my grandparents. As soon as he saw me wear that handkerchief, he kept yanking it off my neck! And the last time he did it, he not only took my handkerchief away for good, but he also left a big scar on my neck!

Because my mom didn't want her husband to get in trouble with the authorities, she had me wear a turtle-neck sweater to hide the scar. Little did she know though that I wasn't that good at keeping secrets back then. I showed the scar to my teachers at school, and one of them called the police.

I told the police what my step-dad did and they started their search for him. And at times when cop cars drove by when he was in the car, what does my mother do? She hides him... Yeah... She hides a man, who has scarred her second born's neck btw, from the authorities... The police eventually caught him and gave the barbaric b****** a warning...

And on top of all that, I never got my handkerchief back. That was a gift from my grandparents, MY GRANDPARENTS, and the heartless b****** never returned it! What the F---!

I had to put up with this torture from my step-dad's side of the family for as long as I knew him until the day I graduated from high school and moved in with my real dad (who I call ''Papa''). But the real pain in my life, which literally has made my life a living hell, was when my mom had my older brother & I go to school in a pit-stop city called Dixon.

Dixon used to be known as the “City of Opportunity”, until the sign that said that was taken down. And for good reason, because if you've experienced what I have in that town, you'll know that it's actually a city of torture. Especially for people that didn't go to school in Dixon since kindergarden...

See, most of the people of Dixon have a HUGE outsider discrimination problem. They mostly hate what stands out to their terms and people who appear to be alone, “loners” as they call them... But what they hate more than things that stand out, are people that weren't born & raised in Dixon. In other words, if you weren't in Dixon since kindergarden, then for as long as you're in that town, you're their b----...

I first started school in the 6th grade. Since I was kind of a spoiled brat before then (with the way my step-dad raised me, it's no wonder why...), I decided that I want to get a clean slate by changing my act and being a good boy. I guess I felt doing that would end the torture at home, especially from my step-dad & his sons... It didn't stop the torture...

Anyway, in the 6th grade, I was trying my best to be good. I did my homework, I played nice &/or fairly in the playground, I tried VERY hard not to get into fights, and did as best as I could in school. My “schoolmates” of Dixon didn't take too kindly of how I was at school, mainly because they weren't used to people like me. Some even thought that I was trying to be a teacher's pet, though they never said that out loud. With this, my schoolmates of Dixon decided to try to earn my trust & friendship until they showed their true colors and intentionally tore me apart from the inside...

Going to school in Dixon has literally been a “highway to hell” for me from that day on. For 7 years, I have been lied to by Dixon people, framed by Dixon people, abused both physically & mentally by Dixon people, ganged up on by Dixon people, and had my heart broken by cruel Dixon girls that I had feelings for...

Oh, you don't even wanna get me started about the girls of Dixon... Just about every girl I have met in Dixon and had feelings for have used me to get to my older brother... They think that he's better than me all because he's older than me... Yeah... He's not as perfect as they think, especially compared to me... I'm not gonna talk ill about my older brother since he's family, so I'm not gonna share his negatives to you all... I mean yes, he left me alone most of the time back then. Yes, he never helped me with my challenges back then. But that's all I'm gonna share about him...

The people of Dixon has even taken away my ability to cry, I wasn't able to shed one tear at my Grandma Broome's funeral! The only thing worse than losing someone you care about, is not being physically able to cry for them...

And of course, with this torture I've been receiving in school, do you think that I would want to go home to get tortured some more from my step-dad? NO! I've been told before that “home is suppose to feel safe”, but how can home be safe if it's being inhabited by a slave-driving barbaric neanderthal? Only thing I could look forward to at home was my pet cat, Shadow. I found Shadow as a stray at the church playground in Vacaville. Since then, Shadow has been my best friend.

I didn't want to give up on Dixon though. Mainly because of the fact that the town was called a “city of opportunity”. For a time, I believed that to be true & I was waiting for opportunity to come. Heck, when Papa offered that I spend my last year of school in his town in the Bay Area, I eventually turned the offer down. Because I wanted to give Dixon one last chance to prove it's worth. Last mistake I'll ever make for this sad excuse of a town...

In my 12th grade year, I met a girl who came from the same town I did (Vacaville). Since she was an “outsider” like I am, she received the same Dixon treatment I have. So just like me, she too stood out in the eyes of the Dixon people.

She was so fun to be with back then. We enjoyed each other's company, we hung out more together than I have with anyone else, and she even went to the Senior Ball with me when no one else would. I really thought she'd be the one. I thought she would be the reason for me to remain in Dixon & start a family. I thought she was “my opportunity” to find love.

But on March 23rd of 2007, I was proven wrong once again. That night, I received a text from a friend of mine saying that she was using me to get to my older brother. I sent her a text asking about that, and she confirmed it... Heartbroken, I spent the remainder of that day depressed and alone in that town walking from place to place...

I first went to Round Table where I got my usual order: A personal pepperoni pizza with 3 garlic twists & a soda. I was gonna go to Walmart and Baskin Robins afterwards, but on my way to Walmart as I was walking by a Shell's gas station, this white truck drives up to the sidewalk and smashes it's right mirror into my back!

There were 8 eye witnesses who saw what happened that day, the guy behind the white truck said the driver intentionally drove up to me (making this a hit-and-run done on purpose), the police never caught the guy, and the only evidence left that proved I was hit was a pink spot on my back & the mirror completely broken off (it was plastic)!

That's not all. That truck incident and all the bad drivers I've seen on the road for years has given me a fear of driving. It's not that I wouldn't want to drive, it's just that it's very hard for me to trust other drivers on the road. Like with the way things are now, do you really think that if you got into a car accident by mistake that the other driver would talk to you about it like a reasonable adult? No... They'll most likely be like the Masher from Big Fat Liar, even if THEY were the one that caused the accident... I tried to get my license years ago, but they wouldn't let me take the final test because the windshield of my mom's van had a huge crack on it...

Anyway, that truck incident plus the heartbreak was the last straw... So after I graduated from high school, I packed my things and moved in with my Papa to get as far away from Dixon & my step-dad as furryly possible. And for the first time in my life, I felt I was at peace.

My Papa is so much better than my step-dad. He doesn't get upset over the littlest things, he would never tell me to do something that he couldn't do by himself, he was smarter than my step-dad, and he always thought highly of me.

And the town I was currently living in wasn't that bad either. It wasn't perfect of course, but it certainly wasn't as bad as Dixon was. My Papa's house was in walking distance of NewPark Mall where I usually get Auntie Anne's Pretzels & Sbarro. I also did most of my shopping there. There were a few people who tried to get under my skin the same way the Dixon people did, but I just ignored them & walked away.

I was also going to college at Ohlone where I planned to get my degree and achieve my dream of running a studio/publishing company called “Sweeper Works”, named after my last name. Lol! Sadly, trouble wasn't that far behind...

See, since my Papa is a teacher, I had to take the bus to get to Ohlone College. Most of the bus drivers for this service (AC Transit) weren't very nice... There was basically only 1 nice bus driver I knew who I respected. The rest were grouchy...

But none of them could top off the one I had to put up with the most. This one bus driver, who was a balled african-american with sunglasses, REALLY didn't enjoy my company on the bus... At all... He gives me dirty looks when I get on, he has no idea how Translink works, he was very racist, and sometimes, he would skip my stop on purpose when I'm there!

The last time I rode with this bus driver, I was using my Translink card. He closed the door while I was using it which made this loud hissing noise, so neither he nor I heard the card beep. I looked at the machine and it said I already paid. So as I was about to take my seat, he shouts “I DIDN'T HEAR YOUR CARD BEEP!” and he tells me to scan it again. I scanned it again and it double-beeps.

When the card double beeps, it either means there's a problem with my card, or it already went through. HE did not bother to look at the machine, so HE assumed there was something wrong with my card! As such, he took me to the next stop and kicked me out... I guess I found my step-dad's african-american doppelganger... Lol!

Because I had to put up with him the most and the fact that I had absolutely no other means of transportation to college, I was forced to drop out and spent most of my time alone at home. Eventually, I got a job working as an usher at a movie theater in Fremont. It was pretty laid back and I enjoyed working there. The hours weren't that great from time to time, but the company was good and most of the customers we got were nice. Not all of them, but most.

Eventually, my Papa married a woman who has 2 sons & a daughter and we moved to where I'm currently living now. There, I started working at a much bigger theater. The people I worked with at this theater were nice people and I felt they were friends. As such, I wanted to spend time with them outside of work. However, little did I know that they were actually just tolerating me because they're being paid to get along with everyone.

I discovered this when I invited about 15 people to a house warming party at my cottage in my parents' back yard. I had lots of snacks ready and I even wore my Hufflepuff Hogwarts uniform that they wanted to see me in at the party... But none of them came, nor did they have the common decency to tell me that they're not coming...

This same problem also happened when I invited them to a ''Wear Whatever You Want'' birthday party & a “Prop-Replica” birthday party... I invited lots of people from work, none of them come nor tell me that they're not coming...

Overall, I had no friends in the bay area. Only things I had that were even close to friends was Shadow, a few house cats that were living with me, and people I met on the internet through Myspace, DeviantART, & IMVU. Mostly IMVU, and that's where the furry community was introduced to me.

Technically I wasn't a furry when I was first introduced. I was more of a SatAM Sonic fan. For those of you that don't know what SatAM is, SatAM is short for “Saturday Morning”. Mainly because the title of this series was “Sonic the Hedgehog”, so calling it that would confuse this over the video games, the comic, the manga, &/or the movie. Which is why fans of the series call it “SatAM Sonic”.

I came up with a video game idea that would conclude the SatAM Sonic series where it left off, and I had plans to give this idea to SEGA & turn it into a reality. I called it “Sonic and the Altered Subjects”. In this game idea, Snively has visited Earth and abducted 6 humans to bring back to Mobius & mutated them into Mobian Hedgehogs by using Sonic's DNA he somehow acquired. Since he was using Sonic's DNA, they were each given the same abilities as Sonic and Snively gave them extra abilities to make them more superior than Sonic.

One of these “altered subjects” managed to escape and, after surviving a big explosion, gained amnesia & forgot he was once human. The Freedom Fighters took him in and thought he might have been Sonic's relative (due to him having the same DNA as Sonic). Later on in the game, as they get attacked by the other altered subjects (who have been brainwashed by Snively), the escaped subject falls for Bunnie, Sonic gets jealous since the escaped subject is now getting more attention from the Freedom Fighters & their enemies, and they all eventually discover the escaped subject was a human that has been mutated into a Mobian Hedgehog.

In the end, the Freedom Fighters do a frontal assault on Snively's Headquarters in Robotropolis, helped the altered subjects regain their memories (minus one who was the escaped subject's ''rival''), defeated Snively, and remove roboticization off the face of the planet.

The Freedom Fighters returned the surviving altered subjects back to humans using Snively's research and returned them to Earth. However, the escaped subject didn't want to be human again. He wanted to remain a hedgehog so that he can be with the one he loves. If the game became popular enough, it was gonna have sequels where they meet new friends like Knuckles, the Echidna Tribe, Rouge, Julie-Su, the Western Freedom Fighters, & the Aquatic Freedom Fighters, new enemies like Doctor Finitevus, the Dark Legion, Enerjak, Mecha Sonic (who is later discovered to be Sonic's father, except robotized & upgraded by Robotnik a long time ago), the G.U.N., Scourge, & the Anti-Freedom Fighters, Robotnik returns as Naugus' lackey, learn more about the origins of some of the Knothole Freedom Fighters & the Deep Power Stone, find Bunnie's brother & uncle, Sally's mother & brother, Sonic's mother, & Tails' father, Tails gains the ability to go super, discover that Mobius used to be Earth & that Snively actually did time travel instead of space travel when he abducted the humans, discover humanity's descendants as well as the escaped subject's brother's descendant, learn from the escaped subject's brother (who was frozen in cryo-stasis all these generations) how Earth turned into Mobius & how the Mobians were created, fight off a Xorda invasion, and Sonic gains the ability to go super. The sequels were also gonna involve the Ristar franchise & one of the sequels was gonna involve elements based on the Ecco the Dolphin franchise (like a Mobian Dolphin affiliated with the Aquatic Freedom Fighters named ''Ecco the Dolphin'' and deep sea creatures based on the Vortex).

Anywho, when I discovered that there were Sonic roleplayers on Myspace, I decided to join in by roleplaying as the escaped subject. It was fine and I made a few friends. I also however made some enemies, and I ain't talking about people that roleplay as enemies. I'm referring to people that give internet-goers a hard time for their own amusement, “internet trolls” if you will. I will admit, I didn't encounter very many on Myspace. I encountered like about 1 to 3 every 4 months. But the place where internet trolls really became a problem for me was on DeviantART...

About a year while I was still roleplaying on Myspace, one of the roleplayers saw my Sonic fan art and suggested that I make a DeviantART account. I decided to go for it and submitted my Sonic fan art on DeviantART. It received some praise for a while, but eventually, it attracted internet trolls... LOTS of internet trolls...

When talking about someone's work, there's a BIG difference between criticizing and just being rude. And the trolls who claimed they were criticizing weren't criticizing... They were being rude and they knew it... *Sigh*... You wouldn't believe the type of crap I had to put up with from them... And worse, DeviantART doesn't do anything about them... They eventually made a block user feature, but that didn't stop one troll from getting under my skin... I ain't gonna mention this troll's name since furaffinity doesn't like users “calling people out”, but if he has a furaffinity account and sees this, I'm sure he's gonna leave nasty comments & come up with bulls--- about me like he did before...

Here's what happened. After an event that I encountered in real life during one of my trips into town wearing a steampunk outfit (some boozehound-looking guy in his 40s was being very rude over my outfit, and I was afraid he or someone like him was gonna attempt to kill me), I decided to start my own group known as the Unique Ones. It's a group for people that stand out of the crowd. Kinda like the furry community, except it's for ANYONE that's different, not just furs.

So I told my viewers to spread the word about this group so that I can start getting members. Sadly however, they weren't doing that... I figured a contest would be in order. So I made a contest for the “Shape-Shifter types” (which were people who have the courage to dress differently in public areas), where they would have to take a photo of themselves wearing their unique outfit in a random area where lots of people can see them (that isn't a convention, fair, or special event). The winners of this contest were gonna get a picture of themselves drawn by me.

Sadly however, I wasn't getting any contestants for months... I looked around to figure out what the problem was, and I discovered the problem was my fan art... My viewers were more focused on my fan art that they didn't even know or probably didn't even care that my original work existed...

That's not what I want to be remembered for... That was never what I wanted to be remembered for... If my name ever gets out there into the world, I want to be remembered for MY OWN WORK, not my fan art...

So since it seemed my fan art was the problem, I made my viewers a deal. I said that if I don't get 5 contestants by a certain day, I would remove ALL my fan art, remove my DeviantART profile, start a new one eventually, and never do fan art again. I would of just removed the fan art and changed my profile's username, but you couldn't do that on DeviantART. Only way you can do that is by getting a new profile.

Two days before the deadline, I started receiving comments from the internet troll I spoke of before. He was being very rude, claimed that this was all a cry for attention, and wanted me to leave early. … Right... If this was all a cry for attention, would I be thinking about removing my fan art which is getting me attention? Or wear unique outfits in public that would obviously attract attention due to the fact that it stands out? … No...

So I replied this troll's comment telling him that I am technically not leaving, I am just removing my fan art and getting a new profile. From there, I thought he was gonna be understandable. I thought he was gonna be like “Oh, OK. That explains everything. Sorry for the misunderstanding.” But as you may have assumed (if you've encountered trolls before), I was wrong...

Instead, he was STILL being an inconsiderate prick, STILL claimed that this was a cry for attention, and STILL wanted me to leave early... No longer wanting to put up with his childish game, I blocked the b******... The next day, he comes back at me with another profile... I blocked that one too... I figured that he was up to no good, so I posted a journal warning my viewers to flag his comments as spam & block him...

Yes, I know that was a mistake. But I didn't know he was a troll nor exactly knew what a troll is and does. Because the number 1 rule about internet trolls is “Don't Feed The Trolls”. By reacting to his comments the way I did, I basically fed the troll...

So, he continued to harass me with more profiles while his trolling friends decided to join him on the harassment. And to get back at me, HE posts a journal of bulls--- about me which he left on his profile 8 months AFTER I LEFT. In the journal, he claimed that he was nicely trying to prove that I was wrong (bulls---!) and was trying to avoid DA drama... Ask yourself this, would someone who's trying to avoid DA drama come back at THE SAME USER WITH ALTERNATE PROFILES!?! I don't think so. This troll wasn't avoiding DA drama, he was creating it! And he and his gang of internet trolls knew it!

Because things got out of hand, I decided to give the big baby what he wanted and left early. I figured he was gonna remove the journal since he got what he wanted, but as I said before, he left it on there for 8 months... I reported what happened to the people in charge of DeviantART, but they didn't do anything because all I had was my word at first. But when I found evidence that he was harassing someone else on DeviantART, they told me that THE PERSON BEING HARASSED had to report the troll... And that is why I haven't created a new DeviantART account, because the site is overrun with internet trolls and they don't do s--- about it...

Anyway, enough about that. Let's get on with my history on IMVU and how I knew about the furry community's existence. Long before my unfortunate encounter with the troll on DeviantART, I discovered an instant messenger like program called IMVU. I figured it would be a good place for my family & I to stay in touch since I spent most of my time there. Unfortunately, they wouldn't join... Not even my older brother would join, and he likes talking my ear off. Whenever you ask him something, he always explains about the question & answer first for about 10 minutes before he gives you an answer... Lol!

Well, on IMVU, I found these furry themed chat rooms and met the furry community on the internet for the first time. There were a few that weren't very nice though. Heck, there were probably some that weren't “official furries” to begin with. But they seemed to be interesting people.

Eventually, I discovered that there was such a thing as furry conventions where people dress up in fursuits and have a great time. I discovered this by watching this video. After discovering this & watching more videos about furry conventions, I wanted to visit these conventions and meet these furries face-to-face. But I didn't want to do that without a fursuit, mainly because I thought it was a requirement to go to these conventions at first.

So since my mom likes making costumes for me, I bought her a book called Critter Costuming and told her that I wanted a cat fursuit. I don't know what she saw or heard, but a few weeks later, she saw something that automatically made her believe that the furry community is a “dress-up sex” community. With that, she decided not to make me a fursuit and turned her back on the furry community.

When I told my step-mom about this, she & my Papa believed her and decided to join her on this belief. Eventually, my ENTIRE FAMILY had their backs turned on the furry community. I tried to convince them that my mom's belief is wrong and I even showed them videos of news reports that news companies did at these furry conventions. But to no avail...

I spent about 4 years being a “closet furry” (as Shami calls'em) until January 2015 when I bought admission to go to Further Confusion. Things didn't go well at first and I felt the fact that I wasn't in fursuit was the problem. I even started to get upset at my family for not helping me get a fursuit all because of my mom's belief.

But as I was upset that day, a guy in a dragon fursuit proved me wrong. And that fursuiter's name was Scotty the Minotaur (dressed up as Shadow Keeper). We talked, we hugged, we took a picture together with Sparky, and from there, I felt my frustration vanish from my body.

His encounter gave me the courage to go up to these fursuiters, talk to them, take pictures with them, and hug them. If it wasn't for what Scotty did, I wouldn't have gone to Anthrocon 2015. Nor would I be a member of the Bay Area Furries.

I know I already thanked Scotty & Sparky, but again, thanks guys. You really pulled me through. And that push has helped me make some real friends, and find new ones along the way. Thank you. I hope we can get together again at one of the next conventions I'm going to.

After my trip to FurCon, I shared my experience with my family and most of them finally see the furry community for what it truly is, a community where you can be yourself. The only people that are still not convinced are my mom & my older brother... My older brother wouldn't even read about my FurCon experience... I guess he doesn't like being proven wrong, even if he actually is wrong...

So a few months later after my trip to FurCon, I eventually discovered the Bay Area Furries, joined them, and made some true friends. And by true friends, I mean people who I can relate to and want to hang out with me. I mean yes, I had friends before I moved to the Bay Area. But we never truly “connected” and they never come to my parties. In fact, a few of them from Dixon preferred to hang out with my older brother more than me...

And whenever I encountered problems, the problems never mattered to me as long as I have my furry friends by my side.

So why do I like being with fursuiters more? It's because the ones I've met so far were all good people and it has always been an honor & a privilege to walk among them.

And the truth is, from all the challenges I've encountered with pure-humans before I met the furry community (from my time in Dixon to a group of internet trolls harassing me on DA), challenges I have to endure each day I go outside (dumb people driving by calling me names, racist people calling me ''the N-word'' when I'm at the train station, stupid dumf---s trying to rob my friends, etc.) and the stupid things I've heard people done to others (like the 2012 Aurora Shooting that has made theaters like mine over-paranoid, the chlorine gas attack on Midwest Furfest last year, etc.), I've reached to the point in my life where I no longer want to get into a relationship with pure-humans... In fact, I now find the word “human” as an insult. Which is why when I say something like “as fast as humanly possible”, I instead use the word “furryly” instead of “humanly”. Lol!

And maybe that's why I prefer to hang out with people in fursuits more and why I don't like places where guests don't have the freedom to fursuit. Because although they're people in furry costumes, they feel like an entirely new race/species to me. A race/species that I can relate to and feel at peace with.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I don't like furries that are non-suiters. In fact, I know lots of good furs in BAFMG that are non-suiters who I want to see at future meetups. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm not too comfortable being around people that “look human”.

There are people out there who aren't comfortable being around fursuits. Heck, this one guy on YouTube calls fursuits creepy because of ''their big a-- eyes and s---'' as he says... But from what I had to put up with growing up with humanity's dark side, it's the exact opposite for me now...

I'm sure most of you that know me are concerned about this. But just realize that I've been put through hell growing up and it has left me depressed & alone before the furry community came in my life. That's why I like hanging out with fursuiters, and that's why I hope to get a fursuit of my own someday. It is my hope that I will spread the same joy these fursuiters have given me.

So for any fursuiters reading this, keep doing what you do best furs, and don't let ANYONE bring you down. You're doing good on this Earth furs, even if you don't see it.

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(All Characters In The Picture Are Copyrighted By Their Respective Owners)
Zarafa Giraffe ©  Zarafa
Toby LeFay ©  TobyLeFay
Momo Mouse ©  AskMomoMouse
Momo Fursuit Made By  Temperance
Shami the Cotton Candy Blue Husky ©  HUSKYMARI
Arctic ©  matoakit
Shadow Keeper ©  ShadowKeeper
Shadow Keeper Fursuit Worn By  Scotty_the_Minotaur
Vox Fox © Vox Fox
Victory ©  -galaxy-

Farrin ©  maxineride

Credit for FurCon Picture Can Be Seen Here
Credit for Fursuit Minigolf Picture Can Be Seen Here
Credit for 4th of July BBQ Picture Can Be Seen Here

(If anyone knows the name of the other fursuiters and/or if they have a furaffinity account, please let me know so that I can give credit where credit is due.)