Sure, these are always fun 🐾

What hotel are you staying at?
GSR this year BOIIII. Damn, I'm gonna be permanently drunk...

Arrival/Departure?
Drivin' up Wednesday night.
Drivin' home Monday, if I'm sober.

T̶r̶a̶n̶s̶p̶o̶r̶t̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶?̶
Whoop, jumped the gun with the above question.

Are you sharing a room with someone?
Ye my two RL furry pals.

Who do you hang out with?
Aside from those I go with... anyone! I love meeting new folks.

Relationship status?
Open-ish? If you're cute enough, and we're drunk enough, let's smash. ;D

What is your gender?
imma boi... Why is this question so far down the list? Isn't this like THE most basic question to ask?

How old are you?
26. Another basic one that's stupidly low on the list...?

How tall are you?
5’8 - Now you're just fuckin' wit me.

Are you an artist?
Nope nope, but the burrfriend is!

Do you have an artist table?
Nah. One day maybe a writing panel, if anything.

Do you take commissions?
Absolutely not. (Not an artist lol)

Do you do trades?
I'll trade some saliva with ya, hyuk hyuk~

Are you a fursuiter?
I have a partial-partial. One day I'll upgrade.

Attending parties?
Any and all that I can find boyeee~

Do you drink?
Well, I've only mentioned being fking plastered in about 5 previous questions, so... ;D

Can I buy you a drink?
If it pleases you!

Do you smoke?
Get me drunk and sure lol.

Are you attending any panels?
We'll see which ones are interesting this year.

Stage or public performance?
I'll probably be dancing and flailing in the GSR lobby like usual.

Rules of engagement (physical contact)?
Touch me, hug me, lick me, idgaf brah. Just don't be obnoxious with it lol.

How can I find you?
Just look inside your heart...
(or find me Davasgo on twitter/telegram)

Can I talk to you?
Yes!

Can I give you lots of money?
... what kind of question is this

Can I give you stuff?
... for real, what conceited MF'er wrote this?

Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Hugs? Sure! Snuggle, eh. Sounds gay, brah.

Can I come to dinner with you?
You'd be with the whole squad, so. Gotta be comfortable with that.

Can I hang out with you?
Sure if you're cooooooool enough... 8D

Can I take your picture?
Just let me know beforehand so I can be pretty.

How do I know if you're not looking to socialize (angry, busy or upset)?
You'll know.

Personality type?
I dunno the F.F.L.A. (Fancy Four Letter Acronym) the internet throws around like confetti, but.
I'm very outgoing and loud. Cons are my place to let all that extrovert energy out.

What's your goal for the con this year?
Meet some old friends, and hopefully make some new ones!
Also would love to meet a fursuit maker who I can commish.

Other cons?
BLFC is my only con.

Really looking forward to this year! Each year it gets a little better, so... 3rd time's the charm, right? ;D 🐾

Yeah, really just posting this to get rid of the wall-o'-text.

dicks

and butts

pls & ty

This is a copy+paste from my computer journal. I figure since I wanted to write a little bit more about my experience - rather than the three whole sentences I have now - I might as well share this here as well.

Part 2! Because I had originally planned to write a whole butt-ton originally, but was incredibly tired during part 1. These cons take a lot out of you, okay?!

Anyways, it's been a few days since BLFC. I've since wound down, gone back to work, gotten back in to “business as usual” if you will. It felt almost like the con was already completely behind me and nothing more than just a memory. Well, that changed just now when I (finally) uploaded and sorted at all the pictures we took. It was a good feeling seeing all the fun times we had there, but I didn’t take nearly enough pictures as I had wanted. Similarly, I didn’t meet nearly as many new people as I wanted, which in a way… has really, really bummed me out.

As I mentioned in a tweet some time ago (@KavikDavasgo, go follow me bitches) I felt like I could have done more at BLFC. Sure, it was my first time! As a noobie, you're to be clueless & disorganized. Even some of the con-veterans in the chats I’m a part of say they couldn’t manage their time as efficiently as they wanted. But… even still. I think my bumminess goes beyond simple noobiness of our first con.

I feel like I was just too damn timid and wasted a lot of good chances to meet new people.

While I got to meet a couple few cool fellows, I was hella anxious in the beginning. Normally I’m a super outgoing guy who can jump right in to most social situations with ease. But… these are FURRIES, man! People in animal suits! I’m new to this shit! Sure, I get art to go along with my stories (which also have cute dog-men) but still. Conventions? Fur suits? HUGS AND SKRITCHES?! I have (had?) no experience with that, what-so-ever! And because of that, I think I lost out on a lot of things. I feel like if I had gone out of my comfort zone just a little bit sooner, I could have had a better experience.

But, to be fair, we got there Thursday afternoon. At this time, the convention hadn’t even officially started. Some fur-folks had shown up, but the only real thing going on was the ceremony that night (which was tight!). Even still, this was my first time seeing such a mass congregation of dudes in suits of the furry variety, so I was hella freakin’ out. Because, oh my dog, there’s people in dog suits, WHAT DO I DO. It was nice to ‘sell out’ Vern and Larissa – as they’d say - and have them take pics with some of the suiters they liked but were too shy to speak to… But other than that I was way too scared to do it myself. The main observation I made was, “Well, these guys like attention. They like pictures. They like hugs.” The only issue was… It seemed suiters were more partial and open to other suiters. Whether this is actually the case or not, I – a noobie with no suit of his own – felt incredibly out of place. There is a word I learned which I believe would accurately describe how I felt; I felt like I was just a “normie.” Someone who sits on the sidelines and goes “These guys are weird.” without ever diving in and getting my still developing feetpaws wet.

Friday came, and we started to get more settled in. I got a bit more confident and decided to bust out my camera so I could take some neat shots! I also tried putting on my wolf head thing, but sweet furry Jesus was that thing HOT. I couldn’t wear it for more than a couple minutes without dying of heat exhaustion, which I guess worked out in my favor. The struggles of having on a furry head was one of my opening lines for talking to the suit-folks. (“Oh dear God how do you do this for hours??”) But even with my new ice breaker, I was apprehensive. I wanted to try and talk to folks, but… what could I talk about? I didn’t have a suit of my own. I hadn’t been to any other conventions. And I sure as hell wasn’t popular within this community. The night went on, and I believe it was this night we went to an underwear party (haaaaaay~). I got to meet one of my twitter followers and saw some nice bulges (double haaaaay~) and, as silly as it sounds, I believe it was that party which gave me my confidence for Saturday.

Saturday was pretty fuckin’ rad. The majority of folks I know now, I met this night. This was also this night we took the most pictures. This was the night we party hopped. This was THE NIGHT… we saw the crazy drugged out diaper man. And let’s not forget this was the night we got incredibly drunk and met my doppelganger  Kavikshadowfang and a few other cool dudes! ( Therometwin,  Konu, Tiggy from the food stands, Alou(sp?) from the room party, Owen from the bar, Rex from the roulette table, other-John the cute cashier, and I think a couple others). But… despite me finally growing a pair of giant tanuki sized testicles and meeting these nice folks, it was also the last night for this stuff. It was hard to try and make up for the two previous days in one night. Still though, we drank and danced and had a grand ol’ time. But all good things must come to an end, right?

Sunday came, and though our bus out of Reno didn’t come until 8pm that night, there was little on the agenda. Sunday seemed a lot like Thursday; there was almost nothing going on. This day was also what bummed me out the most. Vern and I were outside the GSR chillin’ on the fake ass grass right in front of the entrance, waiting for our friend to come rescue us from our drunken stupor, and… little by little, everyone started to leave. People had their suits packed into crates and said their goodbyes, large groups of friends exchanged hugs and tears, eagerly planning which was the next convention they would be attending and when they could meet up next. It was so weird, but seeing all the fuzzies pour out from the hotel and say bye to their friends made a pit form in my stomach. It was… just weird!

I think this is what folks say when they’re experiencing “post con depression.” I dunno if I could equate that feeling to full blown depression, but it was a feeling of “bleh~” that I’d never experienced before. Even though I didn’t know 99% of the people leaving, it still felt like these were my friends leaving, friends I wouldn’t see for perhaps another year or so. It was also a reminder of the many chances I had to try and meet these new folks, but was unable to.

Due to us being hung over (nay, still flat out drunk), the majority of our free time on Sunday was spent sleeping. When the time came, Vern and I made it to the Greyhound station and took the long ride home. We talked a little bit about most of what I’ve already gone over here. As of now, we’re discussing whether or not we should go to some other nearby conventions, or try and meet new fur-dudes over telegram, or what-ever-else. Even now as I wrap up this journal entry, I’m wondering. Is this really for me? I did enjoy meeting the folks I did, and the parties were actually really fuckin’ jammin’. But even still. I don’t feel like I’m on the same level as other fur-peeps.

I’ll most likely never get a suit. Even if I did, I don’t think I could be all cutesy and innocent like so many seemed. I wouldn’t like the attention of always being hugged and having my photo taken by people I don’t know.

I realize, not every furry-goer is like that, but… It’s all I’ve seen so far. And I know it’s not something I’m interested in. So am I just wasting my time trying to fit in with a group of strange animal people?! Or maybe I just need to hop inside a suit and then I'll become a true über-furry. I don't know.

Holy hell, it’s 1:30am and I gotta be up at 9:00am. I should get some sleep. *curls into a ball and… oh, hell. Forget it, I ain’t that furry yet!*

After 4 days in Reno, we're back home safe (and incredibly tired!). BLFC was our first furry con, and it was a good one to start off with! I'm deffo looking forward to next year's con now. :D

Yaaaay I don't know any cool furries outside the EU so this will probably be wasted BUT LET'S DO IT ANYWAYS.

Arrival and Departure:
We'll arrive in Reno on the 1st and be out'a there on the 5th.

Staying at:
Baymont Inn & Suites. I ain't gonna pay $500+ for the main room when I can stay somewhere else for a fraction of that price!

Mode of Transportation:
Drivin' duh.

Room Share:
 Vernoulli and my two gal-pals who aren't really furries but wanna come party it up anyways.

Major Plans at the Con:
Getting ALL the free shit!

Who Will I be with:
See "Room Share."

Fursuit(s):
ew no ty

Attending Parties:
If we find them, yeah!

How best to find me:
I'll be the guy in the suit with a dog-head.

Stage Performance:
Nah~

Drinks:
Not as much as I originally anticipated, unfortunately. Stitching in my mouth requires I don't consume too much alcohol.

Smoke:
420, maybe? Even then, most likely no.

Hugs:
... Maybe. First con, so we'll see how it goes.

Talk:
Why is this an option? No, I'm going to be mute the entire con.

Art:
Nup.

Gender:
Dude guy.

Can I touch you:
That sounds hella creepy. Pls no.

Can I buy you lots of drinks:
Uhm, hell yeah. But remember - mouth stitches.

Can I give you lots of money:
Uhm, double hell yeah??

How tall are you:
5'7

Are you nice:
I like to think so. ^^

Are you cliquey:
Heck nah, and I much dislike cliques/cliquey people.

Can I stalk you:
What even is this question.

Do you like parties:
heck yeah

If I see you, how should I get your attention:
Wave, or dance!

Are you fursuiting:
nup

Can I ask ya to dance with me during the dances:
Possibly, but I don't dance too well.

Can I buy breakfast, lunch, or dinner sometime:
See, these are the good questions. Yes, buy me all the things!

Can I take a picture of ya:
Go right ahead!

Would ya like to get a commission done of ya:
ya I would like a commish ya

Wanna take a photo of me too if I'm suiting:
Sure, why not.

Yeah. I'm hella lazy. It's been nine friggen' months since I've made this new account, and I haven't posted a SINGLE THING. Not my old commishes, not a story, heck even this is my first journal! (I think.)

Blah!

Well, I got some new commishes lately. Wondering if I should upload the newest stuff first? Or probably the oldest ones first. Hm...

Either way, let's upload something now!