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My first journal: Six months in the Fandom proper
13 years ago
Well Hello.
I'm going to regard this as a six month anniversary of my first involvement with the fandom properly, which I feel is a good time to write a journal about it all.
In short, I was sat in Victoria Square in Birmingham when I had the smal mindfuck of seeing some rather unusual animals wandering through. After some analysis I came to the exciting conclusion that there are actually furries right there in Birmingham- I'd always assumed fursuiting just didn't happen here. This spurred me into doing a bit of googling and I discovered the UKFur forums where indeed the meet had been arranged.
And I joined UKFur, and got involved and actually managed to overcome the shit scariness and come to a meet and NOW YOU SHALL NEVER GET RID OF ME, MIDFURS!!
But in all seriousness, I used to lurk on the forums and I'd see the group pictures that went up after every coffee meet and I'd think to myself how fucking epic it would be to actually go and meet these people, and know them as friends. Going to meets was damn scary at first. I was about to attend one coffee meet when I actually hid behind a pillar at Birmingham New Street, stalked you all at the meeting point, and then hurriedly fucked off in the other direction to catch a train back to Coventry!
I can't express how happy I am to have gone and actually got to know you all... seriously. It's so gratifying to now appear on the picture next to you all acting like specials. It still makes me damn happy to turn up to a meet and be genuinely welcomed. So a fuckton of thanks to all the MidFurs. All your weird. All your acceptance. All your hugging. All your mindfuck. All your fur. All your mentos and coke.
And so you are probably wondering about me.
I shall tell you a bit about me even though you don't fucking want to know.
I was born on the 30th of December 1986 in Scunthorpe General Hospital, and spent the first nineteen years of my life growing up in a small, quiet town in rural North Lincolnshire. My dad was a civil engineer and my mum was a dinnerlady, both now retired. They were originally from Luton.
I was an odd child (no shit?!?!). I wouldn't eat anything at school apart from carrots and had an obsession with clocks and watches. I wanted to know how they worked. I wanted to know how many things worked, and so developed passing obsessions with things like lifts, ferries, and toilets (wtf?). The clocks and watches werre an ongoing obsession though, and still are.
I started bellringing when I was 11. It provided me with something to obsess over in a much more detailed fashion which I do to this day. I like bells.
I first realised I was gay on a school trip to the Isle of Arran. No, nothing happened like that . Essentially the thought process ran: "Bloody hell, Anderson has a nice body, his abs are fucking brillia...... OH WAIT I'M A HOMO"
I decided at that very point that no one would know about my homosexuality and that it would go to the grave with me. Going well so far I think.
I didn't like school. I am easily distracted and spent ages on schoolwork which took my classmates half the time. I still have these sort of problems which is why there's no real structure to this journal, and it's taking me a supidly long time to write.
I like buses. The abilty to sit and watch the world pass by while daydreaming, people watching, eavesdropping on conversations/nutters talking to themselves, i like it. Public transport networks, fuck yeah.
I used to daydream about moving away somewhere like Nottingham or Lincoln or even Hull until a ringing friend contacted me wanting to know if i was interested in a house share in Coventry. I said yes without much thought and as time went on didn't manage to tell him that actually i'd been a bit quick with my decision and that after consideration I felt staying put was the best option. I think moving to Coventry was the probably best thing I ever did.
ERRM that is about it, I think. Any questions? Do ask.
I'm going to regard this as a six month anniversary of my first involvement with the fandom properly, which I feel is a good time to write a journal about it all.
In short, I was sat in Victoria Square in Birmingham when I had the smal mindfuck of seeing some rather unusual animals wandering through. After some analysis I came to the exciting conclusion that there are actually furries right there in Birmingham- I'd always assumed fursuiting just didn't happen here. This spurred me into doing a bit of googling and I discovered the UKFur forums where indeed the meet had been arranged.
And I joined UKFur, and got involved and actually managed to overcome the shit scariness and come to a meet and NOW YOU SHALL NEVER GET RID OF ME, MIDFURS!!
But in all seriousness, I used to lurk on the forums and I'd see the group pictures that went up after every coffee meet and I'd think to myself how fucking epic it would be to actually go and meet these people, and know them as friends. Going to meets was damn scary at first. I was about to attend one coffee meet when I actually hid behind a pillar at Birmingham New Street, stalked you all at the meeting point, and then hurriedly fucked off in the other direction to catch a train back to Coventry!
I can't express how happy I am to have gone and actually got to know you all... seriously. It's so gratifying to now appear on the picture next to you all acting like specials. It still makes me damn happy to turn up to a meet and be genuinely welcomed. So a fuckton of thanks to all the MidFurs. All your weird. All your acceptance. All your hugging. All your mindfuck. All your fur. All your mentos and coke.
And so you are probably wondering about me.
I shall tell you a bit about me even though you don't fucking want to know.
I was born on the 30th of December 1986 in Scunthorpe General Hospital, and spent the first nineteen years of my life growing up in a small, quiet town in rural North Lincolnshire. My dad was a civil engineer and my mum was a dinnerlady, both now retired. They were originally from Luton.
I was an odd child (no shit?!?!). I wouldn't eat anything at school apart from carrots and had an obsession with clocks and watches. I wanted to know how they worked. I wanted to know how many things worked, and so developed passing obsessions with things like lifts, ferries, and toilets (wtf?). The clocks and watches werre an ongoing obsession though, and still are.
I started bellringing when I was 11. It provided me with something to obsess over in a much more detailed fashion which I do to this day. I like bells.
I first realised I was gay on a school trip to the Isle of Arran. No, nothing happened like that . Essentially the thought process ran: "Bloody hell, Anderson has a nice body, his abs are fucking brillia...... OH WAIT I'M A HOMO"
I decided at that very point that no one would know about my homosexuality and that it would go to the grave with me. Going well so far I think.
I didn't like school. I am easily distracted and spent ages on schoolwork which took my classmates half the time. I still have these sort of problems which is why there's no real structure to this journal, and it's taking me a supidly long time to write.
I like buses. The abilty to sit and watch the world pass by while daydreaming, people watching, eavesdropping on conversations/nutters talking to themselves, i like it. Public transport networks, fuck yeah.
I used to daydream about moving away somewhere like Nottingham or Lincoln or even Hull until a ringing friend contacted me wanting to know if i was interested in a house share in Coventry. I said yes without much thought and as time went on didn't manage to tell him that actually i'd been a bit quick with my decision and that after consideration I felt staying put was the best option. I think moving to Coventry was the probably best thing I ever did.
ERRM that is about it, I think. Any questions? Do ask.
But seriously, you are a super fun chap, and its been wonderful having you here on the local furmunity (sorry, it had to be said)
ALL HAIL THE MENTOS AND COKE (unless its in the hands of scientifically minded Haagen Dasz Dragon)
I'm sure you don't need me throwing compliments at you. :P I'm happy to have met you. ^_^
Aaaanyway... nice to know that we Midfurs have had an effect on you. Positive? Negative? Well, let's not be hasty... However, you, sir, crack me up, and this is a good thing. Great to have you around!!