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I need a lot of help with certain things because of how things are in my life. I have enough friends who are all really nice to me, plus, most of them are furries, just like myself. They aren’t anything to complain about at all. In fact, I owe them for making me feel better all the time! My home life is a bit different though… My parents don’t know that I’m a furry. My dad doesn’t seem to care that I love animals as much as I do and that I like wearing tails and ears and stuff like that, but my mom is a completely different story. She watches a lot of different crime shows (including IZombie and NCIS) and so her perception of furries is less than subpar. She thinks that all furries are mursuiters. She seems to have a deep hatred for furries and I’m not quite sure why. It could be because of what she thinks they are, but that doesn’t seem like enough of a reason to hate a fandom. One of my friends told me that she would give me until Thanksgiving of 2018 to tell them that I’m a furry otherwise she will tell them for me. Not to mention my sister knows about it and keeps using it as blackmail to get me do something or stop doing something. I got the chance to meet some very kind fursuiters at the Renaissance Festival (2018) and I took a couple of pictures with them and mom got really mad when my sister mentioned furries to her. They were really soft! My sister wanted to continue walking, so I didn’t get the chance to talk to them at all or even ask for hugs. I guess in some respects though, I’m lucky. Regardless, I hope that I could meet them again one day to talk to them. My parents act like they are open minded and will listen to new ideas, but then they don’t like a lot of stuff because it is just “too” different and weird. My parents both watch anime, we go to Comic Con and Ren Fest and all of that is admittedly pretty odd in and of itself. I’m just not quite sure if I should tell them at all. I don’t want them to disown me, take the internet away from me, or take away my furry stuff. I wore a new tail to school today and it fell off of my belt loop and I lost it. I started freaking out as soon I realized it was gone and I started crying. I didn’t cry when I got the horrible news of my great grandma’s death, but when I lost a tail that I had for only about a day and a half, I cried. I obviously have my emotions mixed up. Right? Not exactly… I feel like the furry fandom means more to me than anything! It is one of my “escapes” or “vents” for my emotions. I also have drawing and music, but I draw anthro (or at least try to, I’m still learning) and I do listen to furry made music from time to time. So for me, the furry fandom is almost like a base for my existence. It feels like exist to be a furry. I want to be what I want and be able to do what I want without people judging too much. In all honesty, I really do want to do something relating to animals and the furry fandom as a job. One of my close friends and I are planning on becoming fursuit makers. I want to be a furry youtuber and be good enough at art that people will commission me. I guess all I have to do is finish school, move out, and get started by working hard and hopefully one day we will get there. I know that all I do is ramble, but I wouldn’t mind a bit of advice. If anyone has any please tell me what it is. That’s all I wanted to say for now. Good bye!
-Vixira <3