On furries, as beings
I'm a sap for furry stuff. maybe I should stop jesting that i'm 'furry trash', because it isn't trash. It's beautiful, and it has helped me become the very best me.
I gush about tails and ears and paws because honestly, "The Furry Body" has struck me with awe ever since I first saw them. A beautiful duality of animal and human. A bridging of this perceived gap and more than a reminder that we, too, are animals. We too are a part of nature.
On furries, as beings
Furry seemed personal to me long before I could articulate why and long before I realized I was Otherkin/Therian/Nonhuman. I vaguely remember as a kid just... staring at certain pieces of art and just soaking in every inch... How the fur set and how tails could be expressive.
I was infatuated. I was in love, and it quickly manifested into desire, a deep wanting. longing. saudade, and sometimes dysphoria.
On furries, as beings
But the point is that I was -INFATUATED- with it. it was beautiful to me on a level that, back then, was kinda made fun of? "Lifestylers"
Lifestylers, of course, until the lot of us grew up, the world grew darker and pushed us to admit that we LOVED this life. We wanted it.
and it's okay. It's an okay thing to love. It's an okay thing to feel your heart -pounding- at the indulgence of it all. To desire it.
On furries, as beings
If you've ever experience what it's like to just be completely moved to -tears- by the beauty of something, that is how I felt when I first say myself in my 'fursona'. I was ashamed of that for a long, long time.
