The Furries Phenomenon

Whatever you do behind closed doors as an adult is your business. I don’t hate furries; live and let live and all of that, but for children to use something like this as an excuse is just fucked-up.

I was creating a Mastodon account and I found a server for furries. I checked it out and you won’t believe what I found. I googled it and found the following from a dictionary definition: 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.

Not so bad, hey? But a bit further down the page I found an article about an 8th year female Sidney student who thinks she’s a cat – trying to support and justify her behavior. They also tell the story about a boy who thought of himself and identified himself as being a dog.

My mouth was hanging open and drool was dripping from my lips onto my computer keyboard, but the worst was still to come…

Allegations were made against a school in the US by a lady. She said that the school provided litterboxes to students who thought they were animals. These allegations were denied, but where there is smoke…

Our future has too much time on their hands — time they don’t use constructively, because they don’t know how. They are exposed to social media and the world wide web and everything it contains. Children don’t play outside any more, because there is television and games to keep them busy. There is also the criminal element to keep in mind — especially in South Africa where a life is worth less than a cell phone. It’s time for us to step up to our future and do one of two things: Either give it the hiding of a lifetime or go out and buy pet food. Either solution will work. One day with only pet food to eat, no snacks, bed, toilet, television, cell phones and the other amenities of human civilization and I can virtually guarantee you that our future will look at life, the universe and everything, a bit differently.

But this is not only limited to our future, but also to our current and our previous generations as, according to the article, even elderly people believe themselves to be animals. And did I tell you about the school uniforms with the hole at the back for a tail?

The author of the article used the words “romanticized animals”. These obviously come from television, books and movies where animals can talk, they can help you if you are in trouble and where a lion is a noble beast. It’s up to us to put the record straight and teach our future that a lion will probably kill you out in the bush, that an elephant will stomp on you and that a wild cat will claw out your eyes if provoked. We are allowing our future to watch this kind of shit, so we need to put it straight.

If you ever get the chance to get close to a lion, do it. Smell the air. A lion really fucking stinks – just like our future does now. And, if you still don’t get it, I am using the word “Children” and “our future” interchangeably, because they really are humanity’s future.

What are we thinking? Are we so scared of our children that we are willing to put up with this shit? Our future is in jeopardy, people. Society is degrading at a rapid and rapidly accelerating pace. What are we going to do? What can we do? And this is where the psychologist takes the stage saying to the Furry:

“It’s fine. We understand that you have stresses in your life. We understand that you will take great offence should you get a hiding or get pet food for dinner. We also understand that you may be too fucking lazy to do exercises in a gym or at home to get rid of these stresses. It’s OK. We will talk about these stresses once per week for however long I feel it’s necessary and for however long your medical insurance will allow.”

It’s not that I hate psychology, I just don’t like it very much. Please read the previous sentence again: It’s not that I hate psychology, I just don’t like it very much and I have nothing against most of the people in the profession – just a lot against the profession.

I also pretended that I was a horse or a lion or even a ship when I was a kid, but when I went home, the fun was over, and I was a little boy again. I never felt that I needed to wear a costume or use my behavior as an excuse for the way I acted.

Dear Jesus (I am saying this with the greatest respect), please have mercy on us for I believe we don’t know what we’re doing. I am the last person to go through life with the Bible under my arm, but I do come from a Christian background – more particularly the NG church. This has made me change my views on religion somewhat – perhaps a topic for later discussion. All I am trying to say is: Be glad I am not God. I would be tempted to wipe the slate clean and start over…