So how did I find myself here... well for a long time normal (human) erotic comics do absolutely nothing for me. There's something about the illustration conventions of the human form that generally obliterates any sexual interest for me, can't put my finger on it but it resides somewhere in between anime triangle hair, plastic cell shading and unnatural mouth shapes.

And then I discovered furry ... Now here's a world where the characters are native to the world of the page ... and it completely unlocked erotic art for me. A place where the whole spectra of fetishes can be explored, pushed to some ridiculous limit, and given endless variety by endless artists in a safe, mostly understanding environment. And its all heightened by the overlay of the animal thing, which is like 40,000 years of deeply ingrained human-animal totemism from universal agriculture and hunting themes, displaced by our urban existence onto Walt Disney cartoons, comic books, and a dash of the Discovery channel. Each species with their ancient / Jungian archetypes and symbology... human emotions and sexual personae metaphorically externalized, melded onto surface form... I think 8 out of 9 Anthropologists would agree: its pretty bleeping hot.

And I guess the mirror reverse is true ... fursuits do absolutely nothing for me in the human world ... how can such meager artifice compare to the physicality of humanity (no offense meant to costume people) In my mind, reality and the furry page both exist in different lanes but quite a happy parallel.

Well, maybe at least until they invent Holodecks, and then shits going to get freaky.