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Rest In Peace, Doug Winger
10 years ago
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Doug Winger was my friend.
We met only once, in San Diego, at a con before the year 2000. Before then, we had corresponded in email and on FurryMUCK. We role-played and traded stories and art. His art was always better than my stories.
He knew how to be over-the-top, sexual, funny, and creative at all times. When going to meet him for the first time, I had no idea what to expect. It was certainly not a bespectacled, slender fellow who was shy with a faint smile and impish eyes. I hugged him, instantly.
He was one of the first to let me know that sex wasn't something to be afraid of. He taught me to never be ashamed of my fantasies and fetishes. He drew my characters, un-asked, and chatted with me about this strange, wonderful fun of anthropomorphics. He became Internet famous (or infamous) and seemed to love it. But he stayed out of the limelight. He was a gentleman pervert and showed many people that they could be the same with joy and enthusiasm.
Doug Winger and I haven't spoken in years. Once I left FurryMUCK, Tapestries, and Faibanx, we didn't have the same avenues to communicate. I spoke with him once or twice, since, but the conversations were unremarkable. Certainly no conversation would ever have been as remarkable as the man. He was a dear fellow, a quiet fellow, who lived a life of fun and unrepentant joy in fantasy.
I wish I could be even a tenth the man he was.
I'll miss you, Doug, and all the fantastic creations you once shared.
Be at peace, be at rest, and know that you will be missed.
Love,
Sylvan
We met only once, in San Diego, at a con before the year 2000. Before then, we had corresponded in email and on FurryMUCK. We role-played and traded stories and art. His art was always better than my stories.
He knew how to be over-the-top, sexual, funny, and creative at all times. When going to meet him for the first time, I had no idea what to expect. It was certainly not a bespectacled, slender fellow who was shy with a faint smile and impish eyes. I hugged him, instantly.
He was one of the first to let me know that sex wasn't something to be afraid of. He taught me to never be ashamed of my fantasies and fetishes. He drew my characters, un-asked, and chatted with me about this strange, wonderful fun of anthropomorphics. He became Internet famous (or infamous) and seemed to love it. But he stayed out of the limelight. He was a gentleman pervert and showed many people that they could be the same with joy and enthusiasm.
Doug Winger and I haven't spoken in years. Once I left FurryMUCK, Tapestries, and Faibanx, we didn't have the same avenues to communicate. I spoke with him once or twice, since, but the conversations were unremarkable. Certainly no conversation would ever have been as remarkable as the man. He was a dear fellow, a quiet fellow, who lived a life of fun and unrepentant joy in fantasy.
I wish I could be even a tenth the man he was.
I'll miss you, Doug, and all the fantastic creations you once shared.
Be at peace, be at rest, and know that you will be missed.
Love,
Sylvan
My condolences and I hope he rests in peace.