What it's like being a Furry

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Have you ever wondered what a furry is? Well..searching it up on google, it's apparently this:

an enthusiast for animal characters with human characteristics, in particular a person who dresses up in costume as such a character or uses one as an avatar online.

So. Being a furry, i get made fun of ALOT...here's a little list of questions i bring to myself....frequently.

[[Everything in this is made up. This is just a fun representation of my consciousness]]

Submitted: September 17, 2018

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Submitted: September 17, 2018



  The woman sat down in the chair beside me, pulling her notepad open and plopping the pencil's front on the paper. Immediately i knew the ears and tail were a mistake...This was bad...

  "Ma'am, can I have your name?" She asked me, a bright smile on her face..She didn't bother to judge the light purple and pink ears i had on my head, and the deep purple tail tied around my waist.

Shyly, I responded. "Ainsley.." 

 "Last name?" I told her my last name shamefully, not for the name, but just for the reason for the entire interview...

 "So." the woman, Eileen, went on. "My first question for you, what is a furry to you?"

 "A furry is a person who really likes animals, and they usually wear headbands," motioning to my ears on my head," and tails" motioning to my tail tied around my waist. "Or, some wear full body suits..In short, furries are people who go out of their way to show their joy towards animals and mythical or fake creatures."

  Eileen scribbled on her paper. "Do you feel shame for your specific trait being a furry?"

 "No. Not all the time, at least. Sometimes, if people mention it oddly, than yeah..I feel shame. But other than that I'm very optimistic about my quality as one."

 Again, she scribbled in the notepad. "What's it like, being a furry?"

I swallowed, breathing deeply and pondering over the question. "It's different, honestly. Some people get bullied for it, but, so far i haven't..you'd be surprised how long i've been a furry. So..it's pretty weird when people stare at me while I wear ears or things. I feel embarassed and feel like i made a permanent mistake. So, in summary, again, being a furry is like being a person with a neon pink shirt in a neon green shirt crowd. You stand out so much! To tell the truth, I kinda prefer furries over normal people."

The same thing as before, Eileen scribbled in her notepad. "And, finally, how do you feel about being a furry? and it being so looked-down-upon?"

"Being a furry is like, as i said, standing out. Other people treat you differently, look down at you, gossip about you or other things. For me, it's mainly picking or nagging about it. But i don't let anyone affect me. I just be myself. I may make a 'fool' about myself to others by wearing ears and a tail to school, but honestly, i don't care. I love being a furry. And i hate that people make others feel discomfortable just for being different." I finished, breathing easily now; i lost my regret and embarassment.

 Eileen smiled and jotted down notes once more, finishing it and closing the notebook. "Thank you for your time, Ainsley."

"Thank you for yours, too." I said, shaking her hand in the professional, friendly way. Eileen stood and walked out of the room, leaving me with a sense of happiness.

"When it rains, look for Rainbows. When it's dark, look for stars."

"Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement."

"Never give up, no matter what, try and try again. Be yourself, through and through."

"Let the sun and moon show you that differences bring everyone just a tiny bit apart, but synchronizing with perfect equality."


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