So what would you do if I told you I’m a Furry? Would you understand what that meant? Don’t worry, I’ve been at the receiving end of a lot hate for that. More so, actually, than what I’ve gotten for being a Satanist. It’s a funny story, really, how much of a parallel those two things have.
Being a Furry, to me, has more to do with my arctic fox totem than anything or anyone else. I have a very deep connection that I wouldn’t be able to describe to anyone else. It just IS. Do I have a fursuit? Yes, of course. I’ve even included a picture of it above. I love costuming very much because it allows me to be ridiculously affectionate and outgoing – something that would be very disconcerting if I were to try in street clothes. Do I have sex in it (which is a typical question I get)? Hell no. Do you have any idea how hot it is in that thing? Even if I did, there’s weirder fetishes out there.
I went through my stage of being obsessed with the fandom and found myself turned off by the majority of the people in it. Why? Because we don’t actually have anything in common. I came into the fandom expecting everyone to have an animal/earth-centered spiritual ideals like I did at the time. I was wrong. In all actuality, being a Furry doesn’t mean shit as far as compatibility. Sure, a good portion of us have animals we closely relate to, are very friendly, like to hug, cuddle, and make animal-like gestures online but that’s where the similarity stops. The older, more diversely opinionated I get, the more cautious I get about associating with fellow Furries.
All too often the Furry fandom finds itself in the midst of bitter fighting over ridiculous insignificant matters that don’t mean anything in the long run. All of this because people spend too much time focusing on their place in the fandom rather than their place in real life.
One might say that Satanism has more to do with real life than being a Furry does. At first glance we fight for the same ideal which, in a nutshell, is the desire to break free from the present-day dogmatic choke-hold Christianity has on the world. We all have in common Satan, the adversary, the champion of personal will and freedom of thought. And we’re all pretty cool with gay, mixed raced, disabled, and other minority people, right? You should be laughing at this point.
If you were to take that label away from yourself for one moment and look at who you are, would you really have anything in common with very many people in Satanism? The stereotypes don’t fit everyone and we can’t be reduced to the vagueness of it anyways.
I often find myself at an awkward position in the Satanism online scene. I dislike Anton LaVey, and I think the Al-Jilwah has shit all to do with who/what Satan is. I can’t stand the majority of black metal, and I think church burnings are idiotic. What am I? I’m a registered socialist (SPUSA), vegetarian, feminist, drug policy reform advocate, retail worker, cat lover, and many, many other things. Satanism doesn’t define me as a person, and neither does being a Furry, so why are we always looking to make it that way? Now I understand the critics of Satanic Unity.
I was having a phone conversation with Diane Vera about this issue and she made some very good points about the underlying spiritual problem in the present-day Satanist scene. There are so many people today that wrap themselves so seriously in Satan/-ism that they forget who they are specifically. When you fixate yourself on something as broad as Satanism, you will find, just like I did with the Furry fandom, that who you are underneath the label has little in common with the vast majority of people. The end result of this is all the bitter in-fighting we know and love oh so much today.
So what are we to do? Any suggestions? Feel free to link to this post on your blog with your own thoughts on the subject.
I’m aware that this could possibly show up on searches and will be attacked by Christians demonizing Furries. If you go on to associate Satanism with being a Furry because of this post then you’re a moron. Go read a book.