It all started just yesty morning. I was up bright and early. Had a shower and instead of putting on my usual clothes I put on to go to a game, I decided to put on Umbreon because I wanted to not only go to the F3 darby which is a local darby between my team, Newcastle Jets vs. the team I personally despise which Central Coast Mariners in Gosford, NSW. But because yesty marks 2 decades since the Pokémon franchise started to be known publically to the world I wanted to do so as this shiny Pokémon. Like killing 2 birds 1 stone and combining the 2 things I love or at least I would love. Football (Soccer) and romping around in a fursuit. And I do admit that even though the place and time is normally ain't appropriate but all I give a shit about is the date itself is appropriate to do that.
With the fullsuit on and carrying the head I walked downstairs in the living room and the first reaction I got is mum saying to me "You ain't going to wear that at the game!" I responded saying to her "To hell, I'm not!" It resulted to an argument between both me and mum then dad joined in to Mum's corner.
They refuse to take me anywhere even to the train station to catch the train to the game itself wearing a fursuit. Trying to blackmail me to reconsider. I told them and they admitting to and know themselves I won't have enough money invested in time to pay for my car insurance and to attend FurDU. I know it. So I need and so desperate to want to go fursuiting to a point I result to want to take risks. I guess that Pokémon 20 isn't a validated excuse for it according to my family. I can't even afford a Taxi as I want to have lunch and a beer in the pub pre-game.
I really don't want to take my costume off for anyone nor my plans be fucked up from the like of anyone. My baby brother got against me on this idea. And he is wearing a Liverpool FC jersey. I said in the dying minutes of this drama "Fine. Just so you could make it easier for me to go to the train station and have some form of enough income in my bank account to do have what I want before the game I will take this thing off but I wanted Lachlan to change out of that stupid jersey. Normally, I'm cool and use to having a Liverpool fan as a brother even though out of the EPL, I'm also a Manchester United supporter. But I just want to put my point out. *sigh*
I frustration I striped out of Umbreon in my room, put on my clothes but then I had still had to convince dad to take me as I was wearing normal clothes with just a scarf, hat and Jets Jersey. I was so pissed off. Something I been dying to do but no allowed to even though I have an actual suit I can romp around in as a fursuiter but my perants won't let me. Like hello, Ground control to Major Tom. I should be inclined to make use of the suit and to use it I need to be inside it. It is a fursuit. Yes it is an art piece to have in a room but to it meant to be worn by a person. Then it will be a living artwork. This suit got given to me for a reason and that is to actually experience as long as possible as a real life fursuiter.
I put my body and health at risk to adapt to the conditions inside a fullsuit. Including but not limited to driving in a very stinking hot day in the car willingly with no AC on and windows up. I tried to follow the 621 rule, I took great care of the suit like it's my baby. So what else the fuck I need to do to go out in fursuit that I can be able to do? This is fucked. I should be and am my own person.
Oh, I travelled all the way to Gosford and spent time in a pub in a very filthy mood. So pissed off that the only way to put me in a better mood is the result I came there for. Jets to win against Mariners. Which they did 1-0. I did smiled to that as I was in a better mood. I know the Mariners are doomed to be wooden spooners this season but I quite frankly don't give a fuck. I know there ain't furs out their who ain't CCM fans on FA but if there is, I'm sorry but that's the way I am.