Once upon a time, difficult and somewhat embaressing feelings were dealt with in few simple ways; repressed with drink until the enevitable violent breakdown OR splurted out at a paid professional.

So why do we (not I, but you internet people) now feel the same need to spew that same information onto an open medium the entire world can read, take out of context, and laugh at?

I am of course talking about the very - some times disturbingly so - "open" journals of some furrys that sit on this fandom like a shit-mountain.

You know the ones, they start off with stuff like "my mother had a go at me" and blah, blah, and then says "so I drew a yiff picture and wanked over it" with the kind of candour that would get you kicked out of a brothel. It's the festering shitty underbelly of this fandom that truelly disgusts me if I'm being frank.

Now I've got fetishes, I'm sure most human beings do, but they're between me and the person I'm fucking. I don't then wake up the next day and scare the bejesus out of the old woman next to me on the bus with the details, nor do I tell my friends. For one, they're my FRIENDS - most likley they'd laugh, either that or get weirded out and leave. And that's MY fetishes, which by furry standards are pretty fucking tame (and no, you don't get to find out what they are)

The simple thing is that we furries get a lot of stick for a lot of shit that isn't true, but as one of me old internet chums so elequently put it to me on Twitter "though many things wrong with furries are found in other fandoms, the tendency to talk so casually about masturbation habits is unique to them"

Now I'm sure some would argue that it's just another sign of the "open" atmosphere of the fandom...well that's not "openness" that's "exhibitionist". It's Tom Green sucking on a cow's udders so people will like him. It's eating a spider so that the big boys will think you're cool. It's accidentally shitting yourself and running down the street yelling "I JUST SHAT MYSELF!"


Christ this fandom scares me sometimes.