This story begins, as all must, with mundane background. Were it possible that I could start somewhere interesting, perhaps with a magic sexy carpet ride to the moon, I would. Sadly, I cannot.

The first furry I ever knew, didn't really talk about it much. He still doesn't. And so as punishment, I stole his boyfriend. I know that seems dramatic, and it is. What actually happened is that he and his boyfriend broke up, and I slept with his (now) ex-boyfriend slightly (a few hours) after the breakup officially occurred. Not classy I know. Does it help at all that he was really adorable and super talented in the sack? No? I don't care what you think, so suck on it . Anyway I did him a favor. That boy was a powerful work of crazy in my life, and he should feel lucky (and he does) that I rescued him from that potential experience.

In the two months that me and the crazy boy dated, I leaned quite a bit about furries. He was a bunny, and so I started learning lots of new words. Since I'm new to FA and I don't know exactly how comfortable y'all are with the inner working of my sex life. I will spare you the details. Lets just say, while I was comfortable with some of the words he used in bed, carrot was not one of them. Needless to say, I was intrigued. Were these interesting people who seemed to be brilliant in bed all part of a community? What was it that made the community so interesting? Why do they feel the need to dress up in fursuits? What in God's name is Murr, and why on earth would anyone spend money on something like this???

Well so of course I figured it out. With help from other friendly furries I met on the way, I was swayed into participating in the community, and ultimately becoming furry myself for the following reasons.

Community: I was raised in a religious environment that prides itself on fostering a sense of community, which is probably the only thing I really miss about it. Community can have many meanings but in this sense I mean, "a group of beings who gather with regularity in like-minded solidarity to express and share their similar interests in a safe environment." The safe environment is what attracted me most. I'm a pretty nervous person, and it doesn't take too much to make me uncomfortable. The best avenue to making me comfortable again is through touch. Expressions of camaraderie or affection through physical contact is seen in almost all species, including humans, but for some reason in Western Society, we've lost that avenue of communication. Enter the furry fandom, where communication with fursuiters is almost entirely physical, and where physical contact is a mark of (strangely enough) humanity amongst the community. How could I not fit in?

Sex: Lookit, I'm not going into detail here. I don't want to get banned after my first blog post. But here's the deal. I'm a very sex positive person. I think sexual expression should be far more open than Western Human society will allow it to be. I fight daily a crusade for sexual liberation, positivity, and expressiveness, and apparently, so do many of you. Faced with such support and esprit de corps, how could I not fighting along such stalwart freedom fighters? "And by the by gub'nah, jolly good showmanship out there, we jolly well sent those prudish luddites packing didn't we. Oh go on, have an orgasm. Here, have two! And take one for the road!"

Friendship: Demarcated from community in it's specificity, I've met quite a few furries that I just plane like. And why not join them in their strange little habit of humping indescriminately on the dance floor, with all the plausible deniablity of being able to say "I'm a furry too"?

It's true my reasons for joining the fandom may not be as noble as some. I certainly cannot say, as some can, that the fandom has saved my life. But what I can tell you is that I enjoy the hell out of you people, and if someday someone could say that of me, including me in the collective, I would be most honored. It has been an honor being fuzzy with y'all.

Cheers,

~Zeph