Tell me about it, I know the struggle. I'm heading to school riding my bike, and would you believe it, I almost get hit by a damn train. But that's not even the worst of it. I'm stressing about this damn test, so me and my friends decide to play baseball as a distraction. Right after hitting me in the head with a baseball, my best friend decides that now is the time to confess her love for me. The worst part of the whole day was when I got home just to realize that my little sister had stolen my damn pudding. Seriously what the fuck is going on in my life. If only I could just go back in time and prevent this day from ever happening or something.
While we're in the mood of venting our bad day, I feel like saying what's been on my chest for a while now. I'm just gonna go straight to point and come out, I'm a furry. Always been one my whole life. In fact, nearly everyone in my family is a furry, except for my mom. My mom was generally pretty ok with us. She's a good mom, she accepted us for who we are, but she was pretty obsessed on trying to keep our 'interest' a secret. Anyway, I didn't like it or didn't want to admit I liked it at first because I was afraid people would judge me for it. I knew everyone would hate me for it. Everywhere I read, furries are always treated as degenerate pieces of shit. It really confused me. I wish I could ask my dad about these thing, but he died when I was very young. My sister was the exact opposite she would indulge in every kind of beastly act every chance she has. No, not the sex stuff. Mostly just growling, howling, bird catching and all that good stuff. Over the years, however, I started to give in to it. I started to like it. Once in a while I would pretend to be an animal while playing on the yard. School was getting tiresome and I kept getting bullied to started dropping out and went with my mom to her job. My mom was ok with it. Sometimes I would go out myself and pretend to be an animal, usually some place quiet where there's no human being in sight. One day when I was out on my own, I met this really old dude and we talked a little. Turns out he's a veteran furry who's been running this furry community his whole life. He taught me everything there is to be a furry. How to properly run on four legs, how to communicate with other by growling and howling, ect. He took me to all these great places where I can express myself like I've never been able before. I've never been happier. My mom was very happy for me. I told my sister too(who by the way, abandon her furriness since she went to school), but she didn't care at all. I urge her to join us so she can embrace being a furry, but she declined. She said she's never going to be a furry again. I asked her why. She said because she's a human. I reminded her that she used to be a furry. At this point we were yelling. I finally snap after she slapped me and told me to go back to school. We had a huge fight(and I mean a
huge fight) and we totally wrecked the house. I ultimately won because I was more of a furry than she was. I made her cry too. You could say I'm a bad person, but I don't care. It's her fault for being a slave of society. I know in her heart that she's a full-fledged furry, but she doesn't want to admit it. Fuck society.
Well, that's my life story. Sorry for the huge paragraph guys. Probably gonna get a lot of hate for this, but I learned to not give a fuck. I'm going to meet up with that veteran furry I mention in our usual place. It's kinda rainy tonight, but I'll live.
