So, as I was laying in bed on faux fur blankets last night, in my bedroom decorated with furry paintings next to my lovely furry mate, while our two furry cubs slept in the next room over, I came to the realization that I am furry. For almost a decade, I have been drawing anthropomorphic art, playing on anthropomorphically themed MUSHs and MUCKs, visiting anthropomorphically themed message and image boards, I even spent a year or two posting to alt.lifestyle.fur. I've been to fur cons, furry gatherings and furmeets. I've attended and hosted anthropomorphically themed artjams, gone to as many FurBQs as I can and have even been mentioned on wikifur. I am currently as we speak hosting a furry themed dungeons and dragons game. All this time, I thought I was doing these things because I like anthropomorphic art, I enjoy being around fursuiters and my furry friends, and I like the feeling of acceptance the furry community gives me. But last night really brought it home. I really do all this because I'm furry! *sob* I've been furry all my life! Even as a child I fantasized about being an animal and some of my best friends were animals. I can't help it! I was born this way! *sob* Stop judging me! *sob*