Okay, I have had it up to my ear tips with people calling me PRO-Rape because I don't instantly believe every person on-line that is screaming this person or that person raped me but has a thousand plus excuses as to why they WON'T report it to the police.

1 I think all rapist need to be taken to a building that is ready to be demolished, their dick and balls nailed to the floor (or their tits if they are a female rapist and they do exist), give them a rusty butter knife and then burn the building down.

2 I have had to actually deal with a sobbing terrified rape victim and went through all the horrors the police can and will inflict on you, trust me it is NOT worse than being raped in the first place. (Also my friend that was raped was MALE, if you think the cops give you a woman a hard time, you should try being a guy that is sodomized and beaten by his girlfriend and her sister.)

Even if you don't have enough evidence to have the bastard arrested then and there, fill out the god damn reports anyway!!!! If he is a rapist, he'll do it again, three women claiming he did it and willing to testify in court trumps lack of physical evidence.

3 Me and the cops are always doubtful because it is a universal fact, PEOPLE LIE!!! We just had a woman arrested here because it was found out that every time she had a fight with a boyfriend she go down and have him arrested for raping her. Thankfully she was caught and her 4 former boyfriends were released from jail.

If you are raped, that is awful but you need to do something besides a smear campaign on facebook, twitter, or what ever. Report it to the POLICE, not next week, not a year later, do it the second the bastard walks away and zips up his pants. You want the fucker in jail and getting raped twice a week, do everything you can to make it happen. Even if they can't arrest him at that moment, they get another report and you are both willing to testify then you have him.

I am not PRO-Rape because I have my doubts about your story because you are not willing to point a finger at them in a court room but you are willing to do it on-line.

On #foxie on IRC there is much talk of fox treats, here is how to make them for yourself.

Fox Treats

6 ounces Sharp Cheddar Cheese, shredded
1/2 pkg REAL bacon bits
1/4 cup butter, softened and cut into pieces
3/4 cup flour (plus a little more for dusting)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes (use less if you want less spice)
1 tablespoon milk


Preheat oven to 350° Grease baking sheet, or line with parchment or silicone mat.
1. Place first 6 ingredients in food processor, and pulse until it turns into coarse crumbs.
2. Add milk and process until dough forms.
3. Using your hands form dough into a ball, then flatten on floured work surface.
4. Roll out dough to 1/8" thick. Try to roll into rectangle as best as you can.
5. Using a pizza or pasty cutter, cut dough into one inch squares. Use the flat end of a wooden skewer to poke a hole in the center of each cracker
6. Using a spatula, transfer crackers to prepared baking sheet. You can place them fairly close together, they will puff up, but not spread much.
7. Bake for 12-15 minutes, until edges start to brown. Do not over cook. Let them cool completely on a wire rack.
8. Enjoy when cool. Store in airtight container for up to 3 days in a cool place.

Someone bugged me to do this so ask away, I shall be an overflowing bucket of information you never wanted to know.

My great uncle was coming down off a week long bender and woke up to find himself wandering in the Arabian Desert, well while he was trying to find something to drink which wasn't water he was surrounded by Dervish Raiders who were going to cut his tonk off for trespassing on their desert.

When he begged for any other punishment they told him he could attempt the 3 tests of manhood, but if he failed any of the tests they would cut off head. Well after pondering for a moment he said he'd give them a try after all he did all his thinking with the lower head anyway.

He was told the three tests were simple, First he had to drink an entire jug of fermented mare's milk in a single drought, then after that he had to pull a diseased tooth from a tiger's mouth, then having passed the first 2 and in the same night he has to make love to a woman until she was satisfied.

They brought him a 2 gallon jug of the nastiest smelling stuff he had ever smelled in his life, the first sip he was about to spit it out when a 1,000 generations of Russian and Irish ancestors welled up in his soul and yelled, "DON'T DO IT LAD, THERE BE BOOZE IN THAT!" And he sucked all down in one go.

Being a bit unsteady after that they took him to the tent with the tiger and gave him a pair of pliers. He gave them a funny look, tossed the pliers behind him, rolled up both sleeves and went in. Moment later the tiger screamed and the tent started rocking back and forth. The tiger tried to run out and he dragged back in by the tail. After a long while the tiger was quite and the tent still.

My great uncle staggered out his clothes shredded all messed up, bent down picked up the pliers and yelled, "All right where's the lady with the toothache?"

Bill worked in a pickle factory. He'd been employed there for years when he came home one day and told his wife he had a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer.

His wife, terribly concerned, suggested that he saw sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill refused - he'd be too embarrassed, he said, and vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.

So a few weeks later, Bill came home one day white-faced. His wife knew something was seriously wrong. "My God, Bill, what's wrong?" she asked. Bill looked at her. "Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?"
"Oh Bill, you didn't," she moaned, horrified.
"Yes, I did," replied Bill.
"My God, Bill, what happened?"
"I got fired."
"No, Bill, I mean what happened with the pickle slicer?"
"Oh, she got fired too."

Okay more mysteries of the fandom I need explained to me. Few months back someone (being a troll) told me they were going to steal my fursona. Which resulted in me going WTF? I told them go ahead, hope you get a good price at the pawn shop. Then later I heard someone complaining that their fursona had indeed been stolen. . . this made me wonder how? Total Recall memory erasing, back alley brain surgery, or some furry brain cell destroying drug? Then someone pointed me to a fursona auction and part of me died inside.

Have we become so sad and lazy that we can't imagine for ourselves any more?

* picks up a nine tailed pink fox by the tails which squirms around tying to bite at the hand that has her * See this, this is my fursona, she is a product of my imagination. * she gets loose and bitebitebites all over my face * Ahhhh get her off, get her off, my face, oh god my face. * throws bacon across the room to distract her *

Even if you made a furson of a fat pink nine tailed fox named Syndy you won't have MY fursona. That will be YOUR fursona. My fursona lives inside my head, she is a part of me. In a spiritual sense, if you are into that she is the better part of my soul. I created her to be the me I want to be. (And not the opposite sex: a kinder, happier, and more fun loving version of me.) She can't be bought and sold, she can't be stolen. You can try and copier her but she will always be better than a copy because she is produced from imagination, not an imagined idea of my imagination.

To anyone that believes that their fursona has been stolen, close your eyes, breath deep and see if they are still there in your mind's eye. I'd be quite surprised if you don't find them there. Now go forth and be the best you that you can be.

To people that buy a fursona. . . READ A BOOK! That forces you to use your imagination. After you have built up your imagination muscles make your own fursona. All you bought was a piece of artwork and a character description. That isn't a fursona, a fursona is you, the you that you want the world to see.

Lately I have been bombarded by facts and figures telling me how banning guns will stop all murders and if we had no guns in the world we'd live in the garden of Edan and everyone would be happy. . .right up until we got ate by the @#$%@#$ bunny rabbits!

Here are some facts I dug up.

Oddly in Russia you are not allowed to own a hand gun but they had 14,000+ Murders, in Pakistan you do not have the right to own a gun and all owners must be registered but they had 13,800+ murders, Indonesia only police, military, and government officials may own guns 18,900+ murders, India you must pass background check and show legitimate reason for owning the gun 40,700+ murders, Brazil has background checks which consider criminal, mental and employment records 40,900+ murders

I am in favor of gun control but I do not have any childish beliefs that taking away guns is going to prevent murder and save lives. Until we stop hating one another the murder rate is not going to drop take away the guns and we will just find other ways to do it. Take way every tool and man made object and we will kill each other with sticks and rocks. Kill off all the trees and crush all the rocks to dust and we'll strangle people. Cut off everyone's hands and we'll beat them to death with our stumps. Remove arms and legs, we'll bite them to death. Reduce humans to brains in jars, everything will be fine till someone develops the psychic power to explode someone else's jar and trust me there will be people working on that day and night.

You want to save lives put all that anti-gun time, energy and effort into anti-hate.

On a farm out in the country lived a man and a woman and their three sons. Early one morning, the woman awoke, and while looking out of the window onto to the pasture, she saw that the family's only cow was lying dead in the field. The situation looked hopeless to her -- how could she possibly continue to feed her family now?In a depressed state of mind, she hung herself. When the husband awoke to find his wife dead, as well as the cow, he too began to see the hopelessness of the situation, and he shot himself in the head.Now the oldest son woke up to discover his parents dead (and the cow!), and he decided to go down to the river and drown himself.When he got to the river, he discovered a mermaid sitting on the bank. She said, "I've seen all and know the reason for your despair. But if you will have sex with me five times in a row, I will restore your parents and the cow to you."The son agreed to try, but after four times, he was simply unable to satisfy her again. So the mermaid drowned him in the river.Next the second oldest son woke up. After discovering what had happened, he too decided to throw himself into the river.The mermaid said to him, "If you will have sex with me ten times in a row, I will make everything right." And while the son tried his best (seven times!), it was not enough to satisfy the mermaid, so she drowned him in the river.The youngest son woke up and saw his parents dead, the dead cow in the field, and his brothers gone. He decided that life was a hopeless prospect, and he went down to the river to throw himself in.And there he also met the mermaid. "I have seen all that has happened, and I can make everything right if you will only have sex with me fifteen times in a row."The young son replied, "Is that all? Why not twenty times in a row?"The mermaid was somewhat taken aback by this request. Then he said, "Hell, why not twenty-five times in a row?" And even as she was reluctantly agreeing to his request, he said, "Why not THIRTY times in a row?"Finally, she said, "Enough!! Okay, if you will have sex with me thirty times in a row, then I will bring everybody back to perfect health." Then the young son asked, "Wait! How do I know that thirty times in a row won't kill you like it did the cow?"

I was at http://inflatechan.net/ looking for something new in the furry collection when HOLY SHIT FAT MAN! There was one of my pictures crudely modified and post there without my permission. I don’t know what to say, this left me completely speechless.

Somebody thought my artwork was worth stealing!!!!

Anywho, thank you to whoever posted it there.

RECIPE MEME by shujintribble
Cause he wanted to start a practical meme!

Rules
1) Final Result MUST BE EDIBLE!
2) Final Result must be fairly unique (not readily available at typical restaurants)
3) Must not require a BA in Food Prep to complete
4) Must not cost a Gajillion Dollars / Euros / Rubles / Yen to complete
4a) ie - 90% off-the-shelf ingrediants.
5) Must be under 1 hour in total prep / serving time.
6) There is NOOOOOO..... "Rule 6"
7) Link back to this journal and reply with your journal if you complete your own.

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Magic Meatloaf

1 Jar of 4 cheese spaghetti sauce.
6 lb ground chuck
2 eggs
1 can of Italian bread crumbs
1 jar of sliced olives (like black and green in mine)
2 rolls of crescent rolls
1 bag of pizza blend cheese or whatever cheese you like best
*You will need a baking pan that has a wire grill that is a half inch or so above the bottom of the pan (I got cookie racks from the dollar store and put them in a large cookie sheet) and tinfoil.

Mix eggs, ground chuck and half the jar of spaghetti sauce in a large bowl add enough bread crumbs to form a good firm loaf. Divide the mix in half and roll them out on tinfoil making 2 one inch thick 9X13 loaf. Sprinkle the loaf with cheese and olives leaving about an inch bare all the way around then roll them up like Swiss rolls. Bake in the oven in a plain pan for 45 mins (or until done) @ 375 degrees.
When done remove from pan and put them on the racks on the cookie sheets. Unroll the crescent roll dough and wrap each loaf in dough and bake according to the instructions on the package

It does take a bit longer than an hour but it is sooooooo worth it.

Hummmm, ranked 6000 meaning I’m more popular than 88.87% of the fandom.

Huh wait popular! AAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE! POPULARITY BURNS LIKE HYGIENE!

*foams and twitches on the floor*

Gonna have to roll around in the porn mags and plushies till the god awful stench of popularity goes away.

Did some photo art that I really liked but it wasn't furry so I put it here http://dorianphoenix.deviantart.com/gallery/ if you are interested click away.

Okay I wanna point out another sucky fact of existence that you are all going to have to deal with.

Now a lot of furs are whining that they are being picked on and discriminated against for reasons THEY believe are unfair. Well I got news for you THERE IS A PRETTY DARN GOOD REASON when social outcasts are casting YOU out, think about it.

You're a baby fur and you are bitching and moaning because everyone hates you. Well if you weren't sitting in your own shit and pimping yourself out as JAILBAIT then maybe you'd be better liked! I know a bunch of ageplayers and guess what the ones people don't mind being around are potty trained and non-sexual in their behavior. You want to be welcome in society then you HAVE to be socially acceptable.

Now I know there are a lot of NON-socially acceptable fetishes in the world, god knows I learn a new one every day. Most people that are into this are DISCRETE about it when around people that aren't into it. Look the word up, discrete, this does not mean going up to strangers and saying, “I like to rub poo all over my body, do you like poo too?” This also means not doing it in a public places or places where people not interested can tell what you are doing. If you are in a hotel room DON'T do anything that can be overheard or smelled outside your room people! This includes normal hetro-sex, nobody wants to hear you screaming how great it is.

Next batch of furs, people that smell like the floor in the men's locker at the YMCA! No I understand that some people just have natural strong body odor, that I can deal with, but there is a difference between showering everyday and having a strong body odor and marinating yourself in your own bodily excretions for weeks at a time. If you are too LAZY to bath at least once a day and put on clean clothes then you deserve to be made fun of and picked on.

Okay, now about the DRAMA, we all really need to stop caring about the piddly crap. You don't need to take sides in every argument that comes down the pipe. You don't need to belittle and put down other people. And not everything said to you is a personal attack!

I know that furry are very open about the strange things they are into, I see two reasons behind this: First we've always been a small group of friends. Second the whole world thinks we are screwing the dog so who cares what they think. Problem is this has changed. I've heard estimates of 20 to 30 thousand furs world wide, probably more if everyone stopped hiding. If we want to be taken seriously then we are going to have clean up our act in public.

One of my friends in RL who didn't know I was a furry was telling me about an encounter he had with a furry at a local comic shop. He was telling me you could smell him from 10 feet away. He'd stretched a 1X tee shirt of 6X worth of lard. And about how he was being very loud with another fur over some very gross stuff that shouldn't have been discussed in public, IE children were present. My friend kept going on about how everything he'd heard about furries was true.

Needless to say he was utterly stunned when I told him I was a furry and I was surprised he didn't know because of the masses of plushies and anthro art I draw. His reply was, “You are not anything like furries, you can't be one.”

It is pretty bad when someone has helped you make clothes for your animal puppets, seen most of your drawn art work, and has helped you pick out fur for a fursuit and they don't believe you are a furry because of how badly a minority of us behave.

Our fandom has become a society all it's own and a society mean social rules. If you want to be a part of the society, learn and follow the rules. If you don't then you have no right to whine when society wants nothing to do with you.

All of my life I've been totally uncool. I'm either behind the times or ahead of my time. I wear the wrong clothes, think the wrong thoughts, and am generally an outcast in any group.

Well now looking around at the fandom at what is the new chic and cool thing to be I have one thing to say, I AM FRELLING GLAD I'M UNCOOL FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE!

What am I talking about? I'm talking about every single person has some how decided that being a total prick is the new cool.

That's right you wanna cool hip and up to date then heap dump loads of caustic abuse on everyone around you. It is the quickest way to the top of the popularity heap you know, push yourself up by shitting on other. Someone has an opinion you don't like attack them personally. Better yet find a way to humiliate them publicly so you have a better social standing yourself.

What the hell is your major malfunction people? Is everyone suddenly a high school freshman?

It doesn't take any more effort to be nice than it does to be an asshole. And I don't mean roll over and take someone's crap quietly either. You can state you opposing point without belittling others or being an ass, if you think about it for a minuet it makes you point even stronger by avoiding personal attacks.

Now I know a bunch of you are just saying “I'm not being an ass I'm just being honest.” I got something to tell you about that you can be honest WITHOUT hurting people. A little empathy and tact go a long way it this world.

You can get a few cheap thrills and be the center of attention by being a prick but in the long run you know what it wins you? Eventually you are going to piss off everyone and you are going to be left all alone.

Maybe I'm just not hip to the new wave but I'm going to keep being nice to people and if there is someone I have to disagree with I shall do so politely.

Lately I have been receiving some anonymous hate mail in my mail box about how much my stuff sucks and how I should kill myself before I waste anymore server space or bandwidth.

I know that my stuff isn't any good, never had any illusions of that. I guess what I'm asking is, Am I welcome here on FA? I don't get very many comments on my stuff so I really have no idea if more than a few people are even interested in seeing my stuff.

What I want to know is should I take down my gallery?

*I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

*I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

*I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

*I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

*We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

*I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

*I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

*I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

*I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

*We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

*I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

*I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

*I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

*I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

*I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

*I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

*I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

*I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

*I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

*I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

*I am the artist who hides his work from the world, because his subject matter and feelings are shunned

Re-post this if you believe homophobia/transphobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

(What this says...its fully true...please all who see this...continue it....)

I have one to add.

"I am the straight guy that looks at straight people and the list above and is ashamed to be straight."

I had someone tell me I had no right to bitch about how people treat furries because I chose to be a furry and if I just conformed to the norm I wouldn't be made fun of. Well this got me thinking, just WHEN did I become a furry. I had to think about this for a long time and suddenly I remembered when I became a furry.
Unlike most people I have very vivid memories of my early childhood. And one memory that has always stood out was my bed room and all my stuffed animals. They weren't just stuffed animals, they were my friends and I still have most of them too.
I always remembered the fact that after my mom went to work my step dad would have friends over and I would be locked in my room so they could smoke dope in peace. They would turn the music up till I stopped crying. After a while I stopped wasting my time crying and just played with my animal friends who were always there for me.
Later I started school, I wasn't rich and had nice clothes, I wasn't good at sports, and worst of all I wasn't smart enough to hide the fact I was smarter than any of the kids at school. Net result I was an outcast from day one. Unlike most kids I learned to read in preschool because my mom read to me all the time. During this time my friends were Stuart Little, Thomas the Space Cat, DeeDee the Deer Mouse and hundreds of other furry stories.
I didn't CHOOSE to be furry, you humans threw me away. Furries were the ones that accepted me. You people were the ones that decided I wasn't worth being in your crappy world and now you all are just sick with envy because instead of sitting in a corner and crying how unfair it all is, I WENT out and MADE myself a better world to live in. You might have been able to deal with the fact if I was alone in my world but that is the part that really bit you in the ass, I'm not alone there are others that want to live here too.
Go ahead, poke your fun and cast us out, but we don't need you, we never did. We have our world, our culture, and our friends. You go ahead and BE normal like everyone else. We are the ones that are free of the rules you tried to beat us down with.

1. Can you cook?

2. What was your dream growing up?

3. What talent do you wish you had?

4. Favorite place?

5. Favorite vegetable?

6. What was the last book you read?

7. What zodiac sign are you ?

8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?

9. Worst Habit?

10. Do we know each other outside of lj?

11. What is your favorite sport?

12. Negative or Optimistic attitude?

13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?

14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?

15. Tell me one weird fact about you:

16. Do you have any pets?

17. Do you know how to do the macerana?

18. What time is it where you are now?

19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?

20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?

21. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?

22. What color eyes do you have?

23. Ever been arrested?

24. Bottle or Draft?

25. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?

26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?

27. What 's your favorite bar to hang at?

28. Do you believe in ghosts?

29. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?

30. Do you swear a lot?

31. Biggest pet peeve?

32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?

33. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

Okay I feel I need to say something about the DRAMA infection that is being passed around like a aids in back alley junkie convention.

And I will be the first to admit I've had my paw in my fair share of it in the past before I got edumacated.

Thing is you all need to discount ANY information you did not get first paw, what does this mean? It means YOU SAW IT HAPPEN! Not well CumGuzzlingWolf, who heard it from PedoBear who heard it from ScatCat, said “Yadda yadda yadda.” If you didn't see it happen then you don't know what really happened so you can't have a reasonable opinion of the events.

Next there is no TRUTH! Sorry but truth does not exist in this reality. This doesn't mean that everyone is lying, it just means everyone has their own point of view of the TRUTH. If you feel that you must put your 2 pennies worth in on ANY disagreement get BOTH points of view FROM the people that are disagreeing first paw. Meaning LISTEN to each person explain what is going on privately then spend at least 5 mins thinking before shooting off your mouth.

Neutrality is often the best course of action. Deciding not to decide is tough but unless the two people arguing have agreed to let YOU be the arbiter in their dispute you don't need to be deciding who's right and who's wrong.

Also NEVER tell anyone you MUST choose sides, if you are not for, you are against. Two people disagreeing should not be allowed to become a war. Especially when I've seen the war go on long after the 2 people disagreeing have long since dropped the subject.

Something we should all do before tossing our 2 pennies into the ring is asking ourselves a few questions?

1: Am I really adding anything that needs to be said?
2: Is what I'm going to say going to help or harm the situation? (Remember we are supposed to do no harm in this life)
3: Has it already been said?
4: Does this disagreement even really affect me?

Another question we should ask is of both the people disagreeing, Is my advice even welcome right now?

Another point is for the 2 morons that are starting this whole crap load. You really need to NOT be spreading a personal disagreement to public forums UNTIL you have resolved the argument. Someone says or does something to piss you off there is ONLY one person you should be talking to this about and guess what it's the person that ticked you off in the first place. I have seen 4 days worth of drama come from a simple misunderstanding that could have been cleared up with an IM and a simple apology.

Not all your dirty laundry needs to be hung out on the line unwashed.

Everyone is whining about how immature and and whiny the fandom has become lately but nobody wants to do their part to STOP WHINING! You have 2 ears and one mouth use them in that proportion and remember that gooey stuff between your ears and mouth is supposed to act like a filter so that everything that goes in your ears doesn't fall out your mouth.

PS: If you are thinking that I'm applying this to your own personal drama that is going on right now. . .guess what. . .YOU'RE WRONG! I could care less about your drama. But if you feel that I'm talking about your personal situation right now maybe you should think about what you are doing.

Thanks to the miracle of modern medical science I'm now even SICKER than I was before.

For the love of god and dead puppies why is it when ever I do have nasty side effects from a drug I get ALL of them, every single damn one of them. Anywho just say no to drugs, all of them and what ever you do DON'T grow old.

Being old and having to take drugs everyday sucks. Mostly because they don't do anything good. I mean it wouldn't be so bad if they made me eat everything in the fridge then lay on the floor thinking about quantum physics and time travel. Or better yet wander nakid in the back yard playing with the pink foxes. But no, they just stick in my throat, make me queasy all the time, and barely make me functional 75% of the time.

My replies to a few of the common whines about the Furry Fandom.

Well, I belong to several general and anime art community sites and guess what. I see the same scary fetish pics in the same proportions as I do on FA. It isn't just furries it's the whole damn human race.

Now I know a lot of fur suiters, oddly only a few of them have them for sexual purposes. And as for spending a $1000 dollars on a fursuit, that money is easily raised if you are not spending the money on booze, smokes, and drugs.

While talking on an anime/sci fi/comic forum I've met a few 30+ year olds that live with their parents, work part time at burger hut and save every penny to buy cosplay clothes, art, books, toys, and to go to cons.

Speaking of con horror stories, I head worse stories about Shriners Conventions than anything from a fur con. If you want the truth about horrible conventions there is one place to truly get the truth. Call the hotel manage at the convention center and ask him, “What is the WORST convention group you've ever had in your hotel?” The answer will surprise you.

EVERY fandom has losers, in fact fandoms seem to be gathering points for losers. They've been kicked out of everywhere else but get accepted here. Go to a Star Trek con sometime, every kid that got the crap beat out of him every day in high school is a god there.

So if you are afraid, disgusted, or embarrassed to be seen with people like this, guess what, YOU are the one that doesn't belong in the fandom. I'm a furry because I love the art work, because furry animals rock, because imagination knows no bounds here. Yes there is stuff I don't like, but I accept peoples rights to not like the things I do.

Furries are a massive collection of interests under one banner. Be part of the things you like, and be tolerant of the things you don't.

I've been thinking of late, yes I know how dangerous that is, and the subject of that thinking has been the Babyfur.

Now I'm not talking about the pedophile fantasy or the diaper wearing non-bowel controlled poo flinging scat monger either.

I'm just talking about the fur that wants to be a little kid.

Now I look in the mirror at the large purple tiger phoenix looking back at me and try to find just what is wrong with this. It's just a fantasy to make for a dismal reality.

My childhood resembled something that normally results in a person curled up in the corner of the shower crying and scrubbing frantically with all the soap they can find. If for a few hours I could escape into a fantasy land of a HAPPY childhood by god I'd be on top of that like a fat chick with bag of crispy creams. Alas any thoughts of me being a child brings up too many painful memories.

Just because there are a few sickos calling themselves babyfurs and doing horrible things mean we should hate all of them? Come on, we are furries, the lowest form of geek on the food chain, we all know what it is to be labeled and outcasted without people finding out who we really are.

Yes there are furries doing horrible nasty disgusting things we don't want to be involved with, but we should be better then the rest of the world. Treat each furry that you meet as an individual, not a labeled group. Just because a fur likes to be 5 years old, 500 lbs of muscle, or have a 5000 inch bust line is no reason to go, “Oh you are one of THOSE furs and I hate THOSE furs.” Talk with them a bit, you might be surprised there might be a nice fur behind the outer appearance. And if there isn't feel free to tell that INDIVIDUAL that they are a sick twisted freak, but don't include any other furs who may have a passing resemblance to them.

This includes, preg furs, muscle furs, hyper furs, foxes, herms, inflatable, carnivores, prey, fat furs, gamer furs, hybrids, macro furs, micro furs, non-anthro, and humans with tails and ears. (feel free to add any I left out)

You know what #$%# furries. I'm sick and damn tired of being lumped in with you balless freaks!

Why is it every single furry is one of these whiny pansy assed little dweebs that when faced with something does the retarded slap fu then runs away screaming like a little girl. Damn pretend for a moment you have balls like half the damn furs here draw!

You don't like something, DON'T GO RUNNING AWAY!!!! Yes I know more than one exclamation point is a sign of impending mental illness.

Less than 1/10 of one percent of the art work posted here was cub porn to begin with, get a clue they aren't endorsing it, they just aren't wasting their valuable time hunting it down and removing it! I'm pretty sure that none of us are paying them a fee for access and web space so it seems that they are doing this out of OMFG the goodness of their hearts. Guess what, anything that makes less work for FA administrators is a good thing.

Now about the 1/10 of one percent, all you artists that are leaving and aren't going to post your art work GUESS WHAT YOU JUST DID! You've now raised that to 2/10 of one percent! That's right you've just increased the percentage amount of cub porn here! You did the same thing if you started drawing it yourself!

You want to stamp out cub porn then do something about it. Don't bawl �RUN AWAY!� and go and hide. You want to fight it then DRAW SOME $%^%#$% GOOD ART AND POST IT! Furs quit the fandom because of porn well guess what, those of us that draw porn stick around so guess what MORE PORN! Don't talk to the people that draw things you don't like, don't mention them on your journals and don't whine about their type of art because you are just fueling them to draw more. Someone posts a pic you don't like then draw 2 pictures of something you do. If everyfur did that guess what we'd flood them off the net.

Wanna do more? How about clean art contests? Commission artists for non-adult work?
We are supposed to have imaginations here start using them!

Okay more fuxtards pissing me off again.

This is a growing mental illness in RL and Cyberspace and we need to haul all these people in for some electroshock therapy and a lobotomy. What is this illness that we need to stamp out like a cockroach polka band? Cat Shavers? Waffle Humpers? Bush Supportes? Telemarketers?

NOOOOOOO!

This is an evil even greater than all of that. It crosses all age groups, religious demographics and races! What is it?

OFFENDITISE!

Symptoms are saying, �That offends ME!� and then whining to everyone on the planet to DO something about it!

I'm at work, customer comes in with a t-shirt saying �Easter is cancelled, they found the body.� I have 4 count'em 4 twit head stop stuffing their faces with burgers that have been pulled to late from a burning house to waddle up to me and TELL me about it then ASK what I'm going to do about.

Then I'm at the supermarket, trying to figure out which hot sauce will totally #$(% up my world and make my nose run for a week. Here is a twit cussing at the top of his lungs about all the Mexicans taking his jobs, having their own supermarkets and TAKING up all of the valuable shelf space at OUR supermarket. He's quite annoying but not nearly as annoying as the woman in front of me at the check out holding up the line wanting to talk to a manager about banning him from the store!

Then I come home turn on my puter, hoping that there might be something there to rescue my intellect starved brain cells or at least something to paw off to. But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Someone has posted a pic of Micky Mouse jackhammering a 4 year Jesus Christ in the doodoo hole with Garth Brooks! Instead of �Eeeeeeeeeew!� and trying to drink enough booze to forget the image, EVERYONE is passing the link along and screaming, �I�m leaving! Something HAS to be done about! I tired of the sick fucks taking over! DRAMA! DRAMA! DRAMA! DRAMA! DRAMA!�
Okay get this through your knoggen! THERE IS TONS OF OFFENSIVE SHIT IN THIS WORLD! GET OVER IT!

12 year olds gagging on Micheal Jacksons pubic hairs.
Daytime TV.
Fat ugly smelly people at the comic book store.
Door to door religion peddlers.
Politicians, lawyers, and child pornographers.

DON'T LIKE IT! DON'T LOOK AT IT! DON'T SHOW IT TO ME! AND CERTAINLY DON'T ASK ME TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT!

And if there you think that there is something that absolutely must be done about it, well I have a 55 gallon drum of Jonestown flavored koolaid that is guarantied to solve all your offended sensibilities.

I guess I should say a few things about this cub porn topic.

Fribblewobble, twerk, gehgehgeh-WAH-HOGE-AH! Zipples pangos fark!

And that's all I have to say about that.