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Strange paths.
13 years ago
It all started strangely for me. This walk down the path I am on now. Even more stranger then my Pagan path. You would think after all I had went through as a pagan I would avoid standing out in any other way. I lived in California for years openly pagan. But moved to Montana where I had to go back in the broom closet. But I have learned to deal with it.
Now I found that something I kept way down inside of me for years is something very normal. That wanting to be part animal is not some weirdo thing that people with mental illness have, but just as natural as any other feelings someone may have, But in the place I live in I must now be in two closets. One Pagan and one Furry. That is why I am so happy that there are furry places that people can come and share things with each other online. I am not ready for a furry convention. Not yet. But I hope one day furries will be like any other thing in the world. Maybe even accepted. That is my wish for everything really. For everyone to find the acceptance that their heart craves.
BUt sadly for now until the world can come to a place where everyone is accepted, fat or thin, Purple or blue, Preppy or Goth, sad or happy, there will still be a trail of tears.
I hope that in my daughter's time, that the human race will bloom and become so much more then these mundane creatures they have forced themselves to believe they are. And become the beautiful, magical and unique creatures we all truly are.
Till Then I will walk this path between 3 worlds. Ever mindful of my steps. Hopeful always of what can be.
Now I found that something I kept way down inside of me for years is something very normal. That wanting to be part animal is not some weirdo thing that people with mental illness have, but just as natural as any other feelings someone may have, But in the place I live in I must now be in two closets. One Pagan and one Furry. That is why I am so happy that there are furry places that people can come and share things with each other online. I am not ready for a furry convention. Not yet. But I hope one day furries will be like any other thing in the world. Maybe even accepted. That is my wish for everything really. For everyone to find the acceptance that their heart craves.
BUt sadly for now until the world can come to a place where everyone is accepted, fat or thin, Purple or blue, Preppy or Goth, sad or happy, there will still be a trail of tears.
I hope that in my daughter's time, that the human race will bloom and become so much more then these mundane creatures they have forced themselves to believe they are. And become the beautiful, magical and unique creatures we all truly are.
Till Then I will walk this path between 3 worlds. Ever mindful of my steps. Hopeful always of what can be.
With best wishes
Eyegrim
PS: Thanks for faveing my pic. And greetings from good ol Germany.
I think it can happen. There will always be some individuals who are bigots, but society as a whole is getting better.
It's a very slow process; look at how long it took for women to be considered equal...but it did eventually happen, and it's the same with every other minority group; acceptance is very slow but it keeps growing. I don't know if we will live to see a truly accepting society, but I think it is getting better, a little at a time.
"the human race will bloom and become so much more then these mundane creatures they have forced themselves to believe they are."
That is a beautiful way of putting it. I hope so too.
and I did not need anymore broken windows
Spray painted walls or a place where my daughter
would be fearful of anything
So I gladly moved into the broom closet to
save her any problems. As far as being furry in Montana
goes it would be nice, but I do not see that happening.
Close minded people can and do make like harder for
those of us with a broader view of the world.
I have high hopes of the human race. Sadly I know those
hopes will be dashed to hell and back. But hope is all
I have in the end.
Thank you for your kind words.
:)
But I will say that the process is the same with everyone in every niche. If you want to be accepted, you have to take risks. You have to risk exposing yourself and taking the good with the bad. It'll hurt. I know that first hand, like I know you do. But you have to make the choice to get back on that proverbial horse and keep on keepin' on. As the poem 'Do not go Gentle into that Good Night', you should make your life count, go out with a bang to show the world that you and what you stand should be remembered. And no, there's no subliminal message in there to be a suicide bomber either. :P
But I'm not saying this as a furry. I'm saying it because I have three closets of my own to come out of, still. Imagine how Heather and Betsy might react, upon receiving the knowledge that I was a bisexual, transsexual that was heavily interested in the BDSM lifestyle...