I’ve never understood the furry hate. People treat it as a kink akin to someone being into taking a shit on your stomach. Except somehow worse.
It’s not my thing, but I’ve known people who are into it and they’ve all been nice people. I hung out with a bunch of them one of the times I was working at a con and they were fun people to hang around when they were out of their fursuits. And yeah, I didn’t quite know how to react to them when they were in the fursuit, but I just stayed friendly. That seemed to be fine with them.
I’ve never understood the furry hate. People treat it as a kink akin to someone being into taking a shit on your stomach. Except somehow worse.
It’s not my thing, but I’ve known people who are into it and they’ve all been nice people. I hung out with a bunch of them one of the times I was working at a con and they were fun people to hang around when they were out of their fursuits. And yeah, I didn’t quite know how to react to them when they were in the fursuit, but I just stayed friendly. That seemed to be fine with them.
It’s a proxy for queerphobia.
It certainly feels that way sometimes. “I can’t say the other F-word, so I’ll call you a furry.”