I'm starting to wonder if the anti-furs are right about us. This fandom might just create a false hope of living a happy life like we were used to seeing in cartoons growing up. Perhaps we did spend a little too much time lost in the whimsical worlds of cartoon animals. They always seemed to have fun and be very close to one another. Are we just setting ourselves up for a lifetime of disappointment? As much as I want that kind of life I know inside myself that it will probably never work out.

Anti-furs think we have an obsession with sex because we desperately want people to like us. We take our very foundation of cartoons and love for animals we grew up on and bring it into step with our adult emotions. We're holding out some kind of hope that we will overcome our insecurities and become our character.

I could just sit here all day and roleplay my character. I often fantasize about creating a Watership Down video game that is so faithful to Richard Adam's and Nepenthe's vision that they would officially endorse or produce the game. I know that's never going to happen... but I hear the flutes and violins... see the rabbit scuts, fights, and speaking dialog boxes. It's all there... clear as a sunny day in fall... glowing like a golden field of wheat and love...

Or I can quit my job and move to different parts of the US... spend good quality time with people I love... make it as real as possible...

There is no way to know which one to choose...