Earlier today, I was reading assorted comments through on Twitter, and my hard-wired Gemini mind wandered into dark territory. I started feeling hurt and desperate and lonely, reading about how different babyfurs were spending time together...
When I saw a couple of furries do a "I'm a furry, and I hate..." post, I couldn't help it. I jumped right in with the following:
"Hi, I'm a furry, and I hate hate. Cuz I'm a fox, cuz I'm a babyfur, and cuz I'm gay, I feel I has 3 strikes... :_("
"Strike 1: "You're a fox?! You're a slut! You're always guilty! You'd yiff anything in sight!" :_("
"Strike 2: "You're a babyfur?! Ewwwww! Get your wet stinky diaper away from me! You're a pedophile!" :_("
"Strike 3: "You're gay?!" I don't have the heart to put in the responses.... :_("
My heart literally fell. I honestly hurt inside. I was so upset, I couldn't hold my phone steady. But them, more than a dozen furries and a few others stepped in and helped cheer me back up. And as if a sign from god (which I believe it's so), the radio at the coffee bar I was at started playing Monty Python's "Always Look At the Bright Side of Life".
I wasn't looking for a pity party, but I dove in further than I could handle by myself. I'm very thankful for everyone who stepped forward to tell me that they cared for this little foxy.
Maybe I should leave Twitter, for my own sanity...
6 years, 2 months ago
07 Jan 2013 04:39 CET