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A furrier path
a year ago
It's another me again.
Since teenhood I'm adding layers of alter egos to myself. No surprise I became so fond of tabletop roleplaying games. It was a very acceptable and shareable way of being somebody else. Even with the morale panic of the 90's. I dreamt so much of werewolves and becoming an animal. So, no surprise again if werewolf became my favourite game. I was so in love with it that I never managed to play it properly. Or, rather, the way I wanted. I took a pseudonym, the name an anthro wolf from a comic I loved. It became my name on the TTRPG scene. I had a place in a fandom. I met so many great people who seemed to appreciate the guy I was. A version of me.
Still I had no clue about furries. My sexuality (bisexuality) remained away from my sona.
I became a student. Then a young worker. I started writing about my work, it was the time of blogs. I started with a new sona, a she-wolf, but I switched fast to something more consensual. I took a new pseudonym, nearly a furry one, and I had quite a success. I get married. Had two children. Years passed, I still impersonnated the TTRPG version of me, the author's one, and my wife and me switched to open relationship. I created a twitter acount to meet the polyamorous community. Another version of me.
Then I met her.
We... Just became mates, nearly instantly, mates like she was the female I was looking for, and I was the right male, I became her female and she was my male and all of this male and female shit didn't matter. We are friends, lovers, and something else. He met all the "me". She accepted them all. I could then be a guy, a girl, a dog, a father, a writer, a slut, a master, a cuddlebear, a dreamer. We juste accepted ourselves like animals made one for the other. There is something chemical about this.
And we finally met the furries. A community we could belong to. Now for months we're building our fursonas with an extraordinary artist.
I'm 44 yo now and I'm not starting a new life, I'm juste keeping on with the old one. But I'm adding a new layer of me.
I can't wait to meet you.
Since teenhood I'm adding layers of alter egos to myself. No surprise I became so fond of tabletop roleplaying games. It was a very acceptable and shareable way of being somebody else. Even with the morale panic of the 90's. I dreamt so much of werewolves and becoming an animal. So, no surprise again if werewolf became my favourite game. I was so in love with it that I never managed to play it properly. Or, rather, the way I wanted. I took a pseudonym, the name an anthro wolf from a comic I loved. It became my name on the TTRPG scene. I had a place in a fandom. I met so many great people who seemed to appreciate the guy I was. A version of me.
Still I had no clue about furries. My sexuality (bisexuality) remained away from my sona.
I became a student. Then a young worker. I started writing about my work, it was the time of blogs. I started with a new sona, a she-wolf, but I switched fast to something more consensual. I took a new pseudonym, nearly a furry one, and I had quite a success. I get married. Had two children. Years passed, I still impersonnated the TTRPG version of me, the author's one, and my wife and me switched to open relationship. I created a twitter acount to meet the polyamorous community. Another version of me.
Then I met her.
We... Just became mates, nearly instantly, mates like she was the female I was looking for, and I was the right male, I became her female and she was my male and all of this male and female shit didn't matter. We are friends, lovers, and something else. He met all the "me". She accepted them all. I could then be a guy, a girl, a dog, a father, a writer, a slut, a master, a cuddlebear, a dreamer. We juste accepted ourselves like animals made one for the other. There is something chemical about this.
And we finally met the furries. A community we could belong to. Now for months we're building our fursonas with an extraordinary artist.
I'm 44 yo now and I'm not starting a new life, I'm juste keeping on with the old one. But I'm adding a new layer of me.
I can't wait to meet you.
