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Don’t Cry
by Ian Madison Keller
“A healing spell tumbled from her lips by sheer instinct, and she held trembling hands over the head of the closest seedling.”
With a thought and a wave magic flowed from Queen Seuan’s hand and into the wood of her throne, reshaping it to a more comfortable configuration.
“Continue.”
The supplicant droned on, and she stifled the urge to abandon her royal duties and merge minds with her bonded, Tukura, who was out romping through the ornamental gardens. The blossoms at the end of her vine-hair curled open in pleasure at the thought, but her duties… always her duties first.
The sunlight tasted of autumn harvesting. Her seedling-children, growing tall in her hidden nursery plot, were almost ready to pull up their roots and become sproutlings. At least, all the seeds she’d bothered with. Not all her seeds got planted; cracked or blackened seeds never grew right.
A spark of panic through her bond jolted her out of her reverie, and she mentally left the throne room and linked her thoughts with Tukura.
Tukura sniffed the ground outside in the hedge maze; her hackles raised. <Intruders.>
<My seedlings?> Seuan sat up in alarm, the supplicant forgotten. Not again. She’d inherited her throne right after her first blossoming and was the last of her line, yet every year her garden was poisoned by saboteurs.
She came back to herself and signaled to her adviser to halt the proceedings.
Seuan didn’t wait; she stood and strode away. As soon as she passed through the vine curtain separating the private corridors from the public areas she broke into a run. A guard trotted after her although she ignored him.
<I’m sorry, Seuan.> Grief stabbed her but she couldn’t concentrate enough to see through Tukura’s eyes.
The maze passed in a blur of green and cobblestone paths. Her garden was tucked in a dead-end around a blind corner. A stone archway guarded the entrance. She’d spelled the arch to inform her of intruders, a spell which now hung in tatters.
Tukura crouched on the cobblestone by the tilled dirt, her ears splayed and tail curled around her feet. The double row of her seedlings, which just the night before had been tall and green now drooped to the ground an unhealthy shade of brown.
Seuan slid to stop on her knees in the dirt. Her fine court robes would be ruined and her adviser would scold her, yet she was beyond caring.
A healing spell tumbled from her lips by sheer instinct, and she held trembling hands over the head of the closest seedling. Her palms glowed deep red, the same color as her own blossoms, but the magic pooled with no-where to go. Dead.
She tried again and again, a dozen times, but every time the result was the same.
The sap in her tears stuck to Tukura’s chocolate brown fur. She hadn’t even known she’d started crying or when Tukura had embraced her.
“We’ll try again next spring,” Tukura whispered into her vines.
Seuan trembled. “I don’t have the strength for this.”
“It’s your duty to produce an heir. Succession fights will tear the Empire apart.”
The guard looked around, ears pressed flat. “Your Majesty, you should return to the safety of the palace while we investigate.”
Tukura pulled a sobbing Seuan to her feet and led her towards the archway.
“Momma, no cry,” a high-pitched seedling’s voice said.
Seuan stopped and looked around. Her children remained brown and still in the middle of the square.
“Who dares!” Her tears dried as her anger grew. She might be young, but she was still Queen and would not tolerate tasteless jokes.
“Momma!”
The voice was close. She peered into the green growth on the edges of the garden. Movement caught her eye, and she headed towards it.
The guard’s outstretched paw stopped her. He bounded over and roughly shoved aside the leaves of a broad-leaf thyme revealing the smiling face and shining eyes of a seedling.
Her mind jumped back to planting. She’d had thirteen seeds originally, but one had been black; she’d tossed it away into the bushes and forgotten all about it.
The seedling looked up and wriggled his fingers at her, struggling to move but still rooted. With a determined look he tugged one leg free and then the other, tottering in his new freedom.
Seuan scooped up her newly sprouted child, giving thanks to the Sun God while she cried tears of joy.
* * *
Originally published in Flower Buds.
About the Author
Ian Madison Keller is a fantasy writer currently living in Oregon. Originally from Utah, he moved up to the Pacific Northwest on a whim a decade ago and never plans on leaving. Ian has been writing since 2013 with nine novels and more than a dozen published short stories out so far. Ian has also written under the name Madison Keller before transitioning in 2019 to Ian. You can find more about him on his website, http://madisonkeller.net
Frog Song
by Koji A. Dae
“I said it felt like a butterfly, then a hummingbird. But when I was alone, singing to my growing bump, it was a tadpole.”
The pains start as little things. Stretching and hardening. Slow and steady and quite manageable. So I pass the morning breathing and walking.
“Like a fly ‘at can’t find a spot to land!” Mama complains and shoos me from the kitchen. I’m surprised she doesn’t take the fly-swatter to my behind.
Honestly, I don’t mind being shooed. Part of me wants my mama, especially as the pains start twisting and pulling, as if something rotten has settled low in my belly. But I’m determined to keep this secret for as long as possible.
Mine.
I put my hand over my abdomen and waddle to the porch.
The first time I felt the baby flip, it was like a tadpole bumping up against reeds. Such a funny, ticklish feeling.
Mama was horrified. “No Becca. Babies are beautiful things. A butterfly flitting from flower to flower. That’s what you feel.”
Ever obedient, I tried to imagine the baby as a winged creature, but the extra weight in my middle definitely felt sloshy. The best I could conjure was a rainbow trout whipping its shiny tail around. I said it felt like a butterfly, then a hummingbird. But when I was alone, singing to my growing bump, it was a tadpole.
So you can’t blame me if I want to keep this as my own for as long as possible. It’s not selfish. Not exactly. It’s just Mama has a way of twisting things, and once she voices her opinion, it has a way of drowning out any other reality that might be fighting to blossom.
Take this house. It’s a fine house, sure, but Granddad was willing to give me and Jackson Uncle Sammy’s old house as a wedding present. It’s a bit drafty but a perfectly good house with two more rooms than this one.
Mama wouldn’t hear of it.
“Too close to those swamps. You’ll never get any sleep for all that croaking.”
She had a point. The north side of Evergreen is a big marsh, which is different than a swamp, but heaven help you if you correct Mama. During mating season, the frog song echoes all the way to the town center, sometimes cutting off the preacher if he goes on too long. But was it enough of a reason to make Papa build an entirely new house on the south edge of town while Uncle Sammy’s sits empty?
The real reason came out after I told her I was pregnant.
“See. Could you imagine having a baby so close to the swamp? It could just toddle off and die.”
She had a real reason with that one. When I was twelve, I nearly drowned in the marsh. Maybe I had gone for a swim, but Mama wasn’t hearing any nonsense about her baby girl swimming in a disgusting swamp, so the official story was I slipped in. Either way, I was underwater so long I almost died. When they pulled me from the marsh, I was covered in algae. Some had gotten in my lungs, the doctor said, and I had a strange infection the hospital couldn’t make sense of. I slept for a week, and when I woke up, I couldn’t remember anything. Not about the pond or my life before it. I also had bad jaundice that yellowed my skin. My blue veins looked green beneath the new coloring, and that green spread all over whenever I blushed. The other kids in town took to calling me frog-girl.
The color never went away, and I never got my memory back. Maybe that’s why I was never afraid of the marsh — I couldn’t remember it doing anything bad to me. If anything, that strange body of water called to me.
But Mama wouldn’t hear of me venturing near it, so I appeased myself by straining to hear the comforting lull of frog song on summer nights until she moved me too far away for even that.
Now, I settle into the rocker Papa made when he learned about the baby. It has a long, smooth motion that soothes me. I close my eyes and listen to the chirping of crickets and the lazy near-silence of summer.
* * *
A pinprick on my left side jolts me from my daze. It’s sharp but manageable at first, but it keeps spreading. Soon everything is tightening. I breathe. Short, short, long, the way the doctor taught me to breathe whenever I had an attack of nerves.
These attacks were so normal to me, I had thought they were common. It wasn’t until I started high school in the nearby city that I realized the sudden wheezing, and muscle weakness was something to be ashamed of.
“Frog girl, frog girl,” the kids would call in the corridors. The nickname had carried over with a few kids from my town. “Watch out, she’s going to croak.”
And I would please them by wheezing in and out — something that definitely sounded of a croak.
When the seizures started, the school recommended Mama “stop the silliness with that country doctor and take me to a specialist.”
The specialist, funny enough, was called Dr. Greene.
* * *
How can something tighten and stretch at the same time? It’s like being ripped in two. I push my feet on the legs of the rocker to stop the motion, lean back, and let out a long, low groan. One that sounds like a croak more than my wheezing ever did.
There’s a clatter in the kitchen that would usually concern me, but it sounds distant beneath my moan, which vibrates my entire body.
Mama’s at my side. I don’t know when she got here, but she’s pushing my hair back and patting my hand and saying comforting words that cool me like sweet tea on a summer day.
Gradually, her words make sense. “That’s it, Becca. Good girl. Almost through it.”
The pain dissipates like sugar, and my whole body relaxes. The chair rocks beneath my sudden weight.
“It’s started.” I can hear the excitement of Mama’s smile. “Why didn’t you come get me?”
I flutter my eyes open. The world is just as still and bright as it was five minutes ago. “I like the rocker.”
She pats my upper arm. “Then you stay here. I’ll go in and get some water to keep you cool. You want anything else?”
I shake my head. It doesn’t matter what I say. Mama’s in charge now, and she’ll come back with whatever she thinks I need. I should be annoyed, but today, it’s a comfort to have someone else in charge. Let her call the doctor and Jackson. I’ll just sit here and become one with all that summer buzzing.
I do wish Jackson was here. He would hold my hand the way he used to outside his father’s office.
Dr. Greene’s office was fancy, with heavy furniture and a dark rug. I remember thinking it was like waiting for my baptism. It had the same old, polished smell as the church. But there was something else. At fifteen, I had felt like a giant among those eight- and nine-year-olds. But Mama had insisted I do it again.
“If you can’t remember your first time, it doesn’t count.”
I wondered if that was true. If so, did none of my life before I was twelve count?
The preacher had given a sermon, but I wasn’t half listening. I had this feeling that I’d be a completely different person after the baptism. The preacher would dunk me, and he’d pull me out changed. I started wheezing and croaking, asking myself if I wanted to change.
I swallowed it down, though, because the actual baptism was held in a pond near the church. When the preacher finished, we walked to the pond singing a low hymn, and one-by-one he dunked us in the water.
Mama wrung her hands the whole time, but her faith was more important than her fear. It was the only time she let me in the water. I nearly slipped on the wet bank, and I heard her sharp intake of breath as I wobbled and steadied myself. I splashed into the water before she could change her mind.
It was cold, and my dress clung to me in some places and floated up in others. The sensation of buoyancy made me grin. The preacher pushed me back, his pressure firmer than I expected, and there was a moment of weightlessness that took away all my fear.
But Dr. Greene’s office was more like the church part. Stiff and stuffy and what if I didn’t want to become the healthy young woman he was supposed to turn me into?
Mama sent me to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. I calmed down the best I could and was coming out wet and splotchy when I ran into Jackson carrying a box.
I apologized and waited for some harsh comment about my green face, but it never came. I suppose the son of a psychiatrist was raised to be nice to patients, but it didn’t matter why. He was the first boy to be nice to me and, baptism-be-damned, I was determined to fall in love with him.
* * *
I’ve already forgotten the intensity of the last pain. I could almost stand up and go for a walk, but I’m afraid the next one is just around the corner.
There!
No, that was just a twitch. I adjust my position, easing the ache in my lower back.
Mama comes out with a bowl of water, an already wet rag hanging over the side, and a tray of snacks. The baby twists defiantly at the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but I grab the cup of water and take a deep gulp.
“Easy with that. You don’t want to get a cramp.”
I nod but take another gulp.
“You should eat something.”
Another twitch in my stomach.
“I’m not hungry.”
She sets the tray on a nearby table and pulls the wooden stool next to me. “Doesn’t matter. You’ll need your strength.”
“Did you call Jackson?”
She wrings the cloth out and pats my forehead. “No sense worrying him yet. You’ve got plenty of time.”
I want to ask what makes her such an expert. She’s only had one baby, and that was twenty- three years ago. But still, she’s had one more baby than I have.
Another pain comes. It’s like a wave rushing over me, building and building and refusing to crash, and I’m grateful for Mama’s comforting hand and the cool rag.
Then it’s finally receding like algae parting when a frog jumps off a lily pad into the water.
I give a final groan, and Mama hands me the water. I sip instead of gulping.
“The world seems brighter,” I say.
“Too bright? We could move inside.”
“No. I like it outside.” What I don’t say is I have the strangest urge to go to the marsh.
It’s not the first time the craving has struck me. Other teens would sneak into the city to see a film or go dancing. Me and Jackson snuck off to the Marsh.
It was my idea. Being near that forbidden water excited me as much as his nervous lips on mine. We found a willow tree whose canopy hung out over the water. We leaned against its trunk, and he held me for hours.
“Why do you love it here so much?” he asked me.
“It calms me. The water is so deep and still. It’s relaxing just being near it.” I hugged him, listening to his teenage heart thunder. “And I like sharing it with just you.”
Somewhere in the distance a bullfrog gave a deep belch.
“Well, and him.”
We both laughed, then kissed.
That night Mama noticed the mud on my shoes and the wet seat of my pants. She forbade me from ever seeing Jackson again, but she seemed more concerned with where we had been than with what we were doing.
I suppose she had a reason for that, too. My face swelled up that night. The next morning my eyes were nearly swollen shut and my skin was a deep, leafy green with pustules opening, secreting a light fluid like tears down my cheeks and neck.
Back to the hospital. They said I was allergic to a protein in some human saliva. No kisses for me. No marsh. No frogs. No boyfriend.
* * *
Mama helps me stand and ushers me around our front yard. She assures me that walking will ease the pain and help the baby come faster. But the next contraction brings me to my knees.
I pant hard, and she rubs my back. I go down on all fours and notice every blade of dark green grass. Jackson keeps our yard trimmed, and they’re all cut blunt at the top. If it weren’t for the pain, I’d want to cry. Instead, I cry out. This scream can’t be mistaken for a croak. It’s loud and pure.
“It’ll pass, it’ll pass,” Mama’s saying. And it does.
I collapse back onto my heels, my knees spread in a V to accommodate my low-hanging bump. The sun is too hot on my head, but I’m too wiped out to move back to the porch.
“Tell me about your birth,” I say.
“My birth?”
“I mean mine. Yours with me. What was it like?”
Mama moves my hair from my brow. “There’s not much to tell. You were in my belly, then you were born.”
“Was it day or night? Did it hurt like this?”
She cocks her head to the side and considers, then stands over me. “You don’t want to hear about that. Let me go get some water.”
I’m suddenly back in the pew before the baptism. She’s sitting behind me, whispering. “If you don’t remember, it doesn’t count.”
Looking at all those young kids, I thought, “I’ve never been that young.”
This is what I told Dr. Greene in our first session.
“And do you believe your childhood doesn’t count?” he had asked.
“I just wish my parents talked about it more. Everything they say makes me sound like the perfect daughter. No kid could be that good.”
He chuckled. His eyes were the same shade of blue as Jackson’s, and I thought it would be nice to make him laugh.
Mama comes back and wipes the sweat from my forehead and cheeks. I must be fully green now. Mrs. Becca Greene. Mama used to make me tan for hours in the summer, because brown was more becoming than green. Like she could hide me. Even now, she lowers her eyes instead of looking at my skin.
* * *
When I’m able to stand again, I move down the driveway, away from the house.
“We shouldn’t go too far,” Mama warns.
“I thought you said I have plenty of time,” I huff. Maybe too much irritation comes through my words, because she winces and falls a step behind me.
“Where are we even going?” Her voice is full of false cheer. Beneath it there’s a familiar reverberation. The same waver her tone held when she told me I couldn’t see Jackson or couldn’t go to the Marsh. It’s the same fear she had when she sent me into the city on the bus my first day of school.
By the time my next contraction hits, we’re well down the tree-lined lane, and I know exactly where my feet are taking me. Maybe the idea of the destination gives me a boost of adrenaline, or maybe the contractions ebb and flow naturally. Either way, this one doesn’t bring me to my knees. I brace off of Mama’s shoulders, and squat a little into the buzzing pain in my abdomen.
“Breathe,” she commands.
And, ever obedient, I do.
The pain passes, and I gasp. My gasp turns to laughter. I’m going to make it through this.
“Let’s turn back,” Mama says.
We’re close to the houses at the lower edge of town. People can probably hear my moans. They can see me sweating and squatting.
Mama doesn’t like when people see me as different.
“We’ll have to pull you from school,” Mama had said when I returned from the hospital. “Once this gets out, you’ll never hear the end of it.”
“But Mama, I just have another year!” I whined. “What am I going to do without a diploma?”
“Plenty of women get jobs before they finish their education. You’ll find some place that will accept you for you.”
“I’ll be fine,” I insisted. But she wouldn’t hear of it, and in our house, her word was final.
My only hope at that point was Dr. Greene.
“You’ve got a right to an education,” he explained in our next session. “She can’t keep you home against your will.”
“I can’t go to school knowing she doesn’t want me to,” I said, “She wants what’s best for me, and I can’t hurt her like that.”
He nodded gravely. “And Jackson?”
That’s when I learned that not everyone hated me for being different. Jackson still wanted to date me, even if my allergy meant we couldn’t kiss. At the end of the session, I rushed up to his apartment to find him. We hugged hard, and he held my hand. I felt the overwhelming desire to kiss him, but we just hugged each other tighter.
“You still want me?” I asked.
“My frog-girl? Of course,” he grinned.
It was the first time I didn’t mind turning green. I let a blush run through my full body and relished the heat of it.
That evening, I packed a bag and told Mama I was staying with Jackson and his family. “They’ll take me in until I’m finished with school.”
She grabbed my wrist and spun me around. “You can’t do this to me. I created you.”
I shook her off of me. “If I can’t remember it, it doesn’t count, right?”
Now, I shake her hand off of my arm again. I straighten as best I can and march down the middle of the lazy street. Let the neighbors look.
Mama sighs heavily and scurries after me.
* * *
We’re well past the church, and my contractions are stopping us at least once a block. I’m past the point of leaning on Mama. Every time the tightening starts, I drop to my knees. I end up on the pavement or in the grass, on hands and knees, whining and bellowing like some kind of animal. I grunt and groan and push Mama off when she tries to comfort me. The contractions are coming faster together, but they aren’t as drawn out. It’s an intense minute of squeezing death, then relief. I am quick to pick myself up and keep walking.
When we pass the turnoff to Granddad’s street, Mama realizes where I’m heading.
“No, no, no,” she grabs my elbow. “You can’t be serious, Becca. Not there.”
I want to tell her that I’ve read stories about women in Europe giving birth in pools of water. The baby just slips out of them. It’s supposed to be less traumatic for both baby and mother. But words are beyond me at this point. All I can do is breathe and walk, and hope the baby gives me enough time to reach the marsh. Because somehow, I know that’s where it must be born.
I’m kneeling again, and I look up to her. “Tell me about my birth.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t. That’s what you want me to say, right?”
She wipes frustrated tears from her eyes.
They’re so much like the tears that fell when she finally said, “Fine, you can go to school.”
Those tears weren’t of surrender though. Her allowance was accompanied by a list of rules so long I couldn’t help but feel I was the one who lost. I was to continue living with them. I could see Jackson but only with a chaperone.
She sealed the new deal by kissing my forehead. The site swelled and blistered, reminding me that life was going to be difficult, and I was going to need my Mama to get through it.
“Tell me,” I pant.
She drops to her knees, pretenses-be-damned. “I found you in the swamp when you were twelve years old. We couldn’t find your parents, so we agreed to take you in. The doctor thought it would be easier for you if you just thought we were your parents. You had almost died. You didn’t need to know your parents had abandoned you.”
My head aches. I stand, this time pulling Mama to her feet.
“Let’s go home,” she whimpers.
But I continue walking north.
* * *
“You got everyone in the town to lie about who I am,” I huff after my next contraction.
My defiance sounds the same as it did the day I told Mama I was marrying Jackson.
“You can’t marry that boy,” she had said. “Marriage is about family. How are you ever going to give him babies? You can’t even kiss without swelling up like some… some frog!”
“We’ll figure it out,” I said. By then I had finished school but hadn’t been able to get a job. The potential employers were not as cruel as the school children, but they didn’t want to hire a green-skinned receptionist.
“The doctor thought it was best,” she says again, as if it will excuse half a lifetime of feeling like I didn’t belong and not being able to understand why.
“Did Dr. Greene know?” I bite my lip. Tears blur my vision. “Did Jackson?”
The next contraction tears through me, and my scream goes low and guttural. It sounds too much like a bullfrog. No wonder the children always called me frog-girl. They weren’t wrong. To them I was an oddity from the marsh, not a human playmate they had grown up with.
“Jackson didn’t know.”
At least there’s that.
I get up and continue walking. The blurry edge of the marsh is in view.
* * *
I don’t make it quite to the weeping willow. The contractions start coming too fast and hard, and they take me down by the edge of the water about a hundred yards from the tree. Each one sets my skin on fire and shakes my bones. I weep and cry out and croak.
There’s no one around to hear, which Mama is probably grateful for, but I don’t care. I scream louder. Let them hear my frog song.
There’s a shift in my belly, and a slipping, and I feel the incredible urge to exhale and let the baby drop from me.
“Almost there,” Mama coos. She’s holding my hand and standing behind me, letting me lean against her thighs as I squat deep.
Another tightening and another woosh of exhale. Then a burning between my legs like the preacher’s sermons of hell.
Another.
Then a pop, and it’s over.
A beautiful, grayish-pink baby slips from me. I fall back, Mama lowering me to the wet mud as I reach for my baby and bring her to my chest. She covers my dress with blood and other liquids, and she’s squished up almost too bad to look like a baby, but she’s beautiful.
I cry and hold her to me, and Mama sits in the mud beside us.
“You did good,” she says.
I nod, but I don’t really hear her. Blood still rushes in my ears.
I bend my head to my baby’s. I nuzzle against her, smelling her newborn scent.
“Becca,” Mama says, “Don’t.”
I kiss my newborn’s head.
The pinkish skin turns gray. Then green. It puckers and welts. Her arms flail, then change, webbing growing between her tiny fingers. Her legs fatten. Her head fuses to her tiny body. She stares at me a minute longer, then hops off my stomach.
She’s small for a baby, but large for a frog.
She hops twice, then splashes into the water.
Mama cries. Real tears. Heavy, sobs. Surrender.
I don’t know how I’ll explain this to Jackson, but I do know that if you remember it, it counts.
* * *
About the Author
Koji A. Dae is a queer American writer living long-term in Bulgaria with her husband, two kids, and cat. Her writing focuses on relationships, mental health, generational trauma, and parenting. More of her writing can be found in Clarkesworld, Apex, and her website: kojiadae.ink.
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本次活動為了讓參加者能有印象深刻的沉浸式體驗，官方在舞台、周邊及活動上皆做出精心設計，讓整場活動宛如影展頒獎典禮，更將主舞台設計成T字舞台讓參加者可以在指定時段能上台進行走秀，感受如同巨星般沉浸於鎂光燈下的體驗。在周六下午也有由官方舉辦的毛毛陽台大合照，讓毛毛們可以在房間陽台被空拍機拍攝，與飯店一同入鏡。
星光紅毯活動，讓毛毛或人類在舞台上走秀展現自我。圖/藍風攝
官方更邀請日本的プロダクション体育館全員，到活動現場擔任開場表演嘉賓與舞台大對決表演者，與台灣在地舞蹈團隊WANNABEAST在舞台上表演，吸引台下眾人目光。舞台大對決活動也有不少參加者或團隊報名參加，在舞台上盡情表演，展現出自己的才華並發光發熱。
開幕表演由プロダクション体育館(上圖)和WANNABEAST(下圖)分別演出。圖/藍風攝
第二屆舞台大對決上，聚集眾多表演者或團隊上台展現才藝。圖/藍風攝
今年的FurMIT也同樣有提供場地供參加者自行舉辦Panel，今年在眾多獸迷的共襄盛舉中舉辦了26場主題各異的Panel，講題涵蓋攝影、舞蹈、法律常識普及、音樂、TRPG等多樣化題材，讓參加者可以自由前往參與。官方活動除了廣受參加者好評的氣球派對、DJ party外，本次活動的官方攝影棚更是設置多種主題供參加者選擇，除了有影展主題以及360度環景拍攝外，更有接下來10月獸無限Infurnity的主題攝影棚，吸引不少毛毛到場拍攝。
各式主題panel吸引參加者到場聆聽。圖/藍風攝
氣球派對吸引毛毛到現場合影互動。圖/藍風攝
本次活動也準備多樣公益抽獎禮品，最終在眾多參加者的支持下，募得506950元打破去年紀錄，並將全數捐款給台灣石虎保育協會。
閉幕式活動上，官方對有獲選的影片進行頒獎。圖/藍風攝
今年的FurMIT也在閉幕式後舉辦晚宴活動，提供獸迷們一個充滿美酒、餐點與音樂的社交場合，讓台下觀眾除了享用美食外，也可以欣賞舞台上國內外表演者的演出。
金毛晚宴有國內外唱歌好手們上台輪番演出。圖/藍風攝
與過往活動時安排的展售會時段不同，今年FurMIT首次將展售會MIT MALL的時間定在第一天的晚上進行，雖然與DJ Party以及部分Panel有所重疊，但仍吸引大量獸迷前往選購商品。
MIT MALL仍有許多參加者到現場以購買支持創作者。圖/藍風攝
閉幕式活動上，主辦人框框和季雪表示，本屆活動為最後一屆，並且以影片表示未來將會有全新團隊進行新的獸聚活動－學園祭。雖然活動時間跟地點都尚未公布，但表示未來活動請各位獸迷多加支持。
本次活動落幕後，將由全新團隊帶來新活動UTFG學園祭，時間地點尚未公布。圖/藍風攝
(以上報導照片經由FurMIT官方同意拍攝)
FurMIT 2024: Film and furry festivities in eastern Taiwan
FurMIT 2024: 台湾东部的毛兽主题电影庆典
Palworld Review
Wow I sure have a lot of hours on survival games, I also really like creature collecting games. Wouldn’t it be awesome if I enslaved a ton of creatures and forced them to work in the mines and fight with you to capture and enslave even more creatures could find a bunch of cool pals to hang out with while playing a survival game? Seriously though, Palworld takes the best from both survival and creature capture games, plus GUNS, you almost never get guns in creature capture games. In Palworld, you can turn your pals into guns!
Cancel the Good Furry Awards?
As some of you know, I have been running the Good Furry Awards for over five years now. The purpose of these awards was to thank the thankless in the fandom who do wonderful things both for furries and non-furries. We have had some wonderful winners in the past, including Ash Coyote, Dogbomb, Mark Merlino, and Rod O'Riley. I was particularly glad that Mark was able to receive a Lifetime Achievement Award before he passed away.
I never wanted these awards to be "popularity contests." Honestly, I value everyone who was nominated because the intention was to give everyone who makes an effort to make the fandom a better place a paws up and a fuzzy hug. That's exactly the message in our theme song that was written by the fabulous Pepper Coyote. No, the true reason I started this project was that I was so exhausted from hearing furries criticizing the fandom all the time that I wanted to counteract all the negativity with something more positive: the Good Furry Awards.
From the beginning, the GFAs have been criticized by the furry community. They have been called "fake awards," "popufur contests," and worse. Furries have tried repeatedly to stuff the voter box and to nominate fake people. At first, I brushed this off because I had the same reaction when I started the "Ask Papabear" column. I said to myself, "Buck up, Grubbs. People don't understand what you're trying to do, but they will eventually, and they'll see you are doing something good for the fandom." Things did get better for my column (although I still get snarky comments on occasion), but the same cannot be said for the GFAs.
After five years, I still feel like the community finds these awards somehow offensive. I still get criticized for them all the time (which is weird because people don't criticize the Ursa Major Awards, but whatev). I've been wracking my brain as to why. Is it because the award winners are selected by popular vote? If that were true, the People's Choice Awards would have failed long ago. Is it because it is "fake" because I do all the work and not some corporation or national organization? Therefore, it's not "legit"? Or are the GFAs merely despised because furries who don't get nominated feel they aren't getting acknowledged?
I honestly do not know the answer.
But I do know this: Even though my intentions were always good (which is how one paves the Road to Hell, am I right?), if I am putting thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours of my own money and time into a project that nobody wants, then maybe my entire concept was misguided and wrongheaded. Perhaps I should try to find another way to thank furries on my own and not worry about what the fandom as a whole thinks. After all, if YOU don't want the GFAs, then why the heck am I doing all this work? My bad.
As with the awards, though, I didn't want to make this decision without any input from furries. After all, I could be wrong. Maybe there are a lot of fans out there, and I just don't know it.
So, here's the deal: I'm putting it to a vote.
From now until August 31, you can vote on whether of not the Good Furry Award will stop now or continue on. How does this work? Well, being the good anal bear that I am, I made up fake ;) guidelines, towit:
1. There must be at least 200 votes received by the end of the month. (Weak turnout indicates apathy, and with several hundred thousand furries in the world, if I can't muster 200 votes, that's pretty telling.)
2. There must be a 2:1 ratio of Yes to No votes for the Yes column to win.
I will announce the results September 1.
GO HERE TO VOTE
Bearly Furcasting S5E4 - A Return From Vacation - or - What Are You Talking About Taebyn?
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WE ARE BACK!
Taebyn, Rayne and Bearly discuss the goings on of the last MONTH! Whew…getting vacations is hard work! Bearly recounts his motorcycle vacation, Rayne tells us all about his new eyes and new job. Taebyn has been spinning the last month and he has so much to get out including lots of media, lots of games, and lots of math! So buckle in for a wild ride! We have too many puns, too many bad dad jokes, and so many twists and turns, you will think you are on a roller coaster! So come “set a spell” with us here at BFFT. You will be indifferent that you did.
This podcast contains adult language and adult topics. It is rated M for Mature. Listener discretion is advised.
Thanks to all our listeners and to our staff: Bearly Normal, Rayne Raccoon, Taebyn, Cheetaro, TickTock, and Ziggy the Meme Weasel.
You can send us a message on Telegram at BFFT Chat, or via email at: bearlyfurcasting@gmail.com
49-Year-Old Furry Is Having a Hard Time Socializing with Younger Furries
Simply put, I've been interested in the furry fandom for a couple of years but unable to speak to anyone "inside." I turn 50 this year, and that seems to be a big turn off. I tried a couple furry type chat groups and once they found out my age, they all attacked. I have a difficult time talking to young people since I'm single with no little deductions of my own. I should have lied when registering but thought better of it and forgot the websites. I registered in haste and with no intention of staying. Nobody will find me online. I have no fursona, no artistic ability, no friends and abandoned family over 30 years ago.
I'm a lone wolf, literally.
I gave up trying but can't help but watch a few furries on YouTube and attempt to attend an annual con that comes to town. Last year I missed it (the con) due to working in another hotel that weekend. I'd love someone to help create a fursona and I'd totally suit in public as much as possible. Just not now; it's literally 110 degrees every day in south Texas.
I reckon my question is: Should I just give up completely or is there some other way to make new furry friends both locally and abroad? This is all very frustrating and depressing.
Thank you for your time,
Jacob (San Antonio, age 49)
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Dear Jacob,
Always nice to meet another greymuzzle. Yes, the difficulties you face relating to members of a fandom composed mostly of young people in their teens and twenties can be a challenge.
But don't give up yet!
If you're feeling lonely and unloved, I have just the groups for you. Just so happens I run the Greymuzzle group on Facebook that has over 4,000 members just waiting to say UwU and Awoo! to you! Everyone in this group is 30 and older, with many in their 40s, 50s, and up. I also formed a strictly 50 and above group called Silvermuzzles that has over 300 members. Please feel free to join these groups.
There are also some greymuzzle groups on Telegram, Discord, Amino, and, I believe, X (Twitter) that you can join. Just go to your favorite app and search on "greymuzzle" or "graymuzzle" and see what comes up. Oh, you might also try "elderfur," which is a term that is sometimes used, though not too much.
I feel the need to remind my readers (and you) that you don't have to be a fursuiter, artist, writer, gamer, or "influencer" (gods, I hate that word) to be a furry. Hell, you don't even need a fursona to be in the fandom, although it is a bit more fun if you do have one. The definition of a fandom is not "you must be able to produce stuff related to your interest" but only "you must love the thing that interests you." Being a furry simply means that you love the anthropomorphic animal arts. The fun of being in a fandom is to enjoy things like movies, TV shows, books, and comics and to share your love with like-minded people.
The problem with many in the fandom (not just furries but pretty much everywhere in the USA, at least, if not other countries, too) is that it has become a competition to be noticed, to be validated, and to stand out from the crowd. People want to be "popufurs" and be admired, followed, and lauded. This is neurotic behavior usually stemming from low self-esteem. Low self-esteem, coupled with a desire for undeserved plaudits, is a social illness in our society that is exacerbated by our bizarre virtual spectator culture. Today, the result has been a split in the fandom between furries who are genuinely into furry culture and poser furries who only do it because it is considered outlandish to wear costumes in public and act goofy. That is, they just want to do anything they can to get noticed (I once heard such a furry, when asked why he was fursuiting, reply, "Because I'm bored.") These are the furries who later "leave the fandom" because they "grow up" and aren't preoccupied with attention anymore (busy with careers and family), rather than the furries who don't care about being noticed and just adore anthros no matter what life brings them or what others think about them. They aren't in it for an audience. They're in it for love.
Getting off my soapbox. . . .
I have another suggestion or two. In addition to joining one of my Facebook groups, I recommend you experiment with going to various cons and meets. Not all of them are shaped by the same cookie cutter. You mentioned that you went to the furcon in your town. Seeing that you live in San Antonio, I'm guessing you attended Alamo City Furry Invasion. If that con didn't feel friendly enough, the good news is that in Texas you can also find Furry Fiesta and Furry Siesta (both in Dallas) and Texas Spurs & Furs in Baytown near Houston. Depending on who runs a con, some are good and some are ... well, maybe not so good. My husband and I have a favorite con in Reno called Biggest Little Fur Con that we go to every year. I'm also trying out a new con next month much closer to me called Another Furry Con (I like that they are unafraid of being lame haha) in Ontario, California. It will be interesting to see what the atmosphere is like there.
As for meets, if you are unaware, there is the River City Furbowl in San Antonio on August 25 that you could check out.
Furmeets vary in quality, too. It's all about the person (or persons) who organizes and runs it. Some are quite horrible because they are run by furries with huge egos who create cliques that are impenetrable for new people who want to join. Other furmeets are loving and welcoming because they are run by cool furries. You just have to experiment and see what works for you. But if that doesn't work either, there is yet another option: Start your own furmeet, invite the people you want to invite, and organize your own activities for the meet.
I think your first step should definitely be to join my Greymuzzle group and/or the Silvermuzzle group. You will find many many mature furries there who will gladly help you with things like finding a maker for your fursuit and offering tips for fursuit maintenance and performance. They can also help you with your fursona if you like. That's 4,200 furiends in your age group that you can have instantly by joining!
Hope this helps! Hope to see you in my group soon!
Hugs,
Papabear Grubbs
BioGun Review
Metroidvanias can be a dime a dozen in the gaming world. Similar to roguelikes, they’re a popular genre amongst indie developers. When looking at these types of games, there needs to be a creative “hook” or new spin in setting or design that grabs your attention and shows you, “Hey, this is something worth checking out!” BioGun manages to do this right at the forefront with a game completely played from inside of your best friend. You explore the many body organs as a gun-wielding vaccine injected into your dog to fight the catastrophic “dooper” virus that has duped scientists around the globe as it wreaks havoc on pets. Along the way you’ll meet up and be helped (or hunted) by a vast array of cute, cool, and corrupted characters, most of which have an anthro spin on them, if they’re not viruses or enemies plaguing your dog. All of this in pursuit of eradicating the Dooper virus once and for all.
The Age of Rats: An Age of Wonders 4 Tale
The forests of this realm were quiet, and an unsettling chill always lingered in the air. Though we channeled the Tome of Glades to camouflage our race with fur and our uncanny ability to traverse the woods gracefully, the land was hostile with an unrelenting sense of wrongness. Our magic changed barren spaces to something livable, but death wasn’t just an intangible thing here, it claimed this world and the beasts in them.
Episode 559 - Yeen Queen
This week Savrin and Fuzz are joined by Ajax at the start to look at some Bloomburrow cards, then Savrin shares their adventures at an anime con in a bad spot, good health news and coming back from the brink of death (the person whose name Savrin couldn't remember was Ryan Davis of Giant Bomb), the political vibe shift, and the passing of a fandom original.
Also this episode was recorded on Friday, 8/2, so well ahead of Dragoneer's death, but may he rest in peace.
LINKS
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Episode 559 - Yeen QueenFurAffinity’s owner, Dragoneer, passed away at 44
FurAffinity 创始人 Dragoneer 去世了，享年 44 岁
Neckbreak (Xbox) Review
I remember first hearing about this game when it went under the title of Project Downfall and thought it looked like a fun first-person shooter, but that’s as far as I got with the game as it was, at the time, a PC exclusive. Now, with it getting a console release under the new name of Neckbreak (or, as I called it by accident, Neckbrake), I’m happy to say that, outside of a few small issues I had, the game was worth the wait.
TigerTails Radio Season 15 Episode 39
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Fur Sale - Friends Edition
It's been too long since we’ve had a good Fur Sale article. Lets fix that and I have the perfect sale to report for it. Currently until August 11th, Nintendo Switch is having a multiplayer sale! Enjoy playing games with others? You came to the right place!
Games of furry interest include:- Super Monkey Ball Banana Rumble, bring up to 16 friends in various multiplayer modes and compete to become the top banana! Or try out the new adventure mode. $37.49($49.99)
- Hyrule Warriors Definitive Edition, slash, stomp and blast your way through hordes of foes in this Legend of Zelda/Warriors crossover! Pick from several characters including the wolf riding Midna, the Zora princess Ruto, the Rito Medli and many more. Includes co-op support. $41.99($59.99)
- Monster Hunter Rise + Suunbreak Delxue Edition, hunt giant monsters and work alongside palicos, palimutes and your friends to take them down! Craft your own armor and weapons from various monster materials. $24.99($69.99) Standalone Rise Deluxe available for $15.99($49.99)
- Fae Farm, build and manage your own homestead in this Animal Crossing alike. Care for an assortment of magical creatures or visit friends homesteads! Customize your character and master the arts of crafting. $41.99($59.99)
- Disney Illusion Island, team up with Mickey and friends to find three magical books and save the mysterious island of Monoth. Embark on adventures solo or in couch co-op with up to 3 other people. $27.99($39.99)
- Crash Team Racing Nitro-Fueled, rev your engines with Crash Bandicoot and co in this kart racing game! Play various characters, various modes and various tracks in this racing game and compete against your friends! Nitros Oxide edition with additional characters and exclusive rewards available for $20.99($39.99). Normal version available for $13.99($39.99)
- Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl 2, play as Garfield, SpongeBob, Ninja Turtles and more in this Nickelodeon themed fighting game. Stop Danny Phantom's arch-nemesis Vlad Plasmius from taking over the Nickelodeon universe in story mode! Or just brawl across various stages with friends. $14.99($49.99)
- SONIC SUPERSTARS Digital Deluxe Edition, play as Sonic, Tails, Knuckles and Amy across 2D side scrolling levels with beautiful 3D graphics! Unleash new powers in order to stop Dr Eggmans latest scheme. Experience local co-op with up to 3 other people for the first time in Sonics history. $34.99($69.99)
- TMNT: Shredder’s Revenge, join the TMNT of the 80’s as they fight across a timeless range of locations in order to stop Shredder and Kangs latest scheme. Dimension Shellshock DLC features new characters and stages from across the Turtleverse! $20.77($29.98). Regular Shredder’s Revenge available for $16.64($24.99)
And so much more! Happy shopping gamers!
Fursuit Cooling Vests: Everything You Need To Know
Introduction
Fursuiting is a beloved activity within the furry community, offering a unique way to express creativity and identity. However, the joy of donning a fursuit comes with a significant challenge: managing the heat. These costumes, often made from synthetic fur and other insulating materials, can quickly become uncomfortably warm, especially during long events or in hot climates. This heat can not only lead to discomfort but also pose serious health risks like heat exhaustion or heat stroke.
Apart from looking awesome, for most fursuiters, maintaining comfort and safety while in costume is essential. This is where cooling vests come into play. These innovative garments are designed to help regulate body temperature, providing a much-needed respite from the heat. In this article, we will explore the various types of cooling vests available, how they work, and why they are an invaluable addition to any fursuiter’s wardrobe. Whether you’re a seasoned fursuiter or new to the scene, understanding the benefits and options of cooling vests can make your experience more enjoyable and safe.
1. Understanding the Need for Cooling Vests The Heat Challenge: How Fursuits Can Cause OverheatingFursuits, while visually stunning and expressive, can trap heat due to their construction. Made from thick materials like synthetic fur, foam padding, and underlayers, these costumes are akin to wearing a heavy winter coat in the middle of summer. The lack of breathability in these materials, combined with physical activity, can cause body temperatures to rise rapidly. This is especially true in crowded convention halls or outdoor events where ambient temperatures can already be high.
Fursuit Cooling Vest
Image via Twitter
Health Risks: Heat Exhaustion and Other Potential Health IssuesThe risk of overheating is not just uncomfortable; it can be dangerous. When the body’s core temperature rises too high, it can lead to heat exhaustion. Symptoms include excessive sweating, dizziness, nausea, and rapid heartbeat. In severe cases, this can escalate to heat stroke, a life-threatening condition characterized by confusion, loss of consciousness, and potential organ failure. Given these risks, it’s crucial to have effective strategies to manage your body temperature.
Beyond the health risks, overheating can significantly impact your performance and enjoyment. When too hot, it becomes challenging to maintain the energy and enthusiasm needed to engage with others and perform in character. The discomfort can also lead to shorter time spent in a suit, limiting your ability to participate in events. By contrast, a comfortable temperature allows for more extended and more enjoyable interactions, whether you’re performing on stage, participating in parades, or mingling with fellow fans.
Cooling vests offer a practical solution to these challenges, helping to regulate body temperature and mitigate the risks associated with fursuit wear. In the next section, we will delve into the different types of cooling vests available and how they can cater to the specific needs of fursuiters.
Example of a Fursuit and How Hot They Can Be
Image via DeviantArt
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Another Example Of A Fursuit That Will Most Likely Be Hot Without A Cooling Vest
Image via DeviantArt
Phase Change Cooling VestsPhase change cooling vests utilize a special material that maintains a constant temperature while transitioning between solid and liquid states. Unlike ice packs, which can become uncomfortably cold, phase change materials are designed to stay at a more moderate temperature, typically around 58-64°F (14-18°C). This makes them more comfortable for extended wear. These vests provide a longer cooling duration, usually around 2-4 hours, as they absorb and release heat over time. They are lighter than ice-pack vests and don’t require the extreme cold of a freezer—often, they can be recharged in a refrigerator or cool water. While they tend to be more expensive, the balance between comfort and cooling efficiency makes them a favorite for many fursuiters.
Evaporative cooling vests work by harnessing the natural cooling process of evaporation. These vests are soaked in water and then worn damp. As the water evaporates, it draws heat away from the body, providing a cooling effect. This type of vest is lightweight and easy to recharge—just add water. They are particularly useful in dry, hot climates where evaporation occurs quickly. However, their effectiveness decreases in high humidity conditions, as the air’s moisture saturation limits evaporation. The cooling effect also diminishes over time as the vest dries out, and the user may need to re-wet it periodically. Despite these limitations, evaporative cooling vests are a cost-effective and low-maintenance option for those looking to stay cool in a fursuit.
Each type of cooling vest offers distinct advantages and disadvantages, catering to different preferences and needs. In the following section, we will discuss how to choose the right cooling vest based on your specific circumstances and requirements.
Selecting the right cooling vest involves considering several factors to ensure it meets your specific needs as a fursuiter. Here’s a breakdown of key considerations to help you make an informed choice.
Considerations for Selection Duration of Cooling Needed- The expected duration of your fursuiting activities significantly impacts the type of cooling vest you should choose. If you plan to be in costume for extended periods, a phase change cooling vest might be ideal due to its longer cooling duration. For shorter sessions, an ice pack vest may suffice, offering intense cooling for a brief time.
- The weight of the vest is a crucial factor, especially for fursuiters who are already carrying the weight of their costumes. Ice pack vests can be heavier due to the ice packs, while phase change vests are generally lighter. Evaporative vests are the lightest option but require water for activation. Consider how much additional weight you are comfortable managing while in character.
Performers PCM Cooling Vest
Image via EZCooldown
Ease of Use and Maintenance- The ease with which a cooling vest can be prepared and maintained is another essential consideration. Ice pack vests require freezing and replacement of ice packs, which can be cumbersome if you lack easy access to a freezer. Phase change vests are more user-friendly, often only needing refrigeration. Evaporative vests require the least maintenance, just needing water to recharge, making them convenient for travel and conventions.
- Budget constraints can also influence your choice. Evaporative vests are generally the most affordable, followed by ice pack vests. Phase change vests are typically the most expensive due to the specialized materials they use. It’s important to balance cost with the features and benefits you prioritize.
There are several reputable brands in the market known for producing quality cooling vests for fursuiters. Here are a few popular options:
- TechKewl: Known for their phase change cooling vests, TechKewl offers a range of sizes and styles. Their vests are praised for comfort and long-lasting cooling.
- Glacier Tek: Another leader in phase change vests, Glacier Tek provides durable and reliable options that maintain a safe, cool temperature without becoming too cold.
- FlexiFreeze: Specializes in ice pack vests, offering a variety of designs with different numbers of ice packs for customizable cooling.
- HyperKewl: Focuses on evaporative cooling technology, providing lightweight and easy-to-use vests that are popular for their affordability and convenience.
Each brand and model has its unique features and benefits, so it’s worth researching and possibly trying different options to see what works best for your specific needs.
In the next section, we’ll cover how to properly use and maintain your cooling vest, ensuring it provides maximum comfort and effectiveness during your fursuiting activities.
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4. How to Use and Maintain Your Cooling Vest
Proper Usage Tips
Preparing the Vest for Use
- Ice Pack Vests: Before using an ice pack vest, ensure the ice packs are fully frozen. This typically requires placing them in a freezer for several hours. Once frozen, insert the packs into the vest’s designated pockets. Be mindful of arranging them evenly to distribute the weight and cooling effect.
- Phase Change Cooling Vests: For phase change vests, you need to activate the cooling material by placing the vest in a refrigerator or a cool environment until the contents solidify. Some models may require a few hours, while others can be ready in less than an hour. Follow the manufacturer’s instructions for the best results.
- Evaporative Cooling Vests: To activate an evaporative cooling vest, simply soak it in water until fully saturated. After soaking, gently wring out excess water to prevent dripping. The vest will begin to cool as the water evaporates.
- Wear the cooling vest over a base layer, such as a moisture-wicking shirt. This helps protect your skin and allows for better temperature regulation. Ensure that the vest fits snugly but comfortably, allowing for a full range of motion. Check that all fastenings are secure and that the cooling packs or materials are evenly distributed. It’s important to test the vest’s fit with your fursuit to ensure it doesn’t restrict movement or create discomfort.
Difference Between a Fursuit With and Without a Cooling Vest
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Maintenance and Care Cleaning Instructions- Ice Pack Vests: Remove the ice packs before cleaning the vest. The vest can usually be hand-washed or machine-washed on a gentle cycle using mild detergent. Avoid harsh chemicals or bleach, which can degrade the materials. Allow the vest to air dry completely before reinserting the ice packs.
- Phase Change Cooling Vests: Similar to ice pack vests, phase change vests should be cleaned with care. Remove the cooling elements before washing. Hand wash the vest in cold water with a mild detergent, then lay flat to dry. Avoid direct sunlight, as UV rays can degrade the materials.
- Evaporative Cooling Vests: These vests are generally easy to clean. Rinse thoroughly after use, especially if you’ve used them in chlorinated water or seawater, to remove any residues. Hand wash with mild soap as needed and air dry. Ensure the vest is completely dry before storing to prevent mold or mildew.
- Store your cooling vest in a cool, dry place when not in use. For ice pack and phase change vests, avoid leaving the packs in the freezer indefinitely, as this can lead to deterioration. Instead, store them at room temperature and freeze or cool them as needed. For evaporative vests, ensure they are fully dry before storing to prevent mold growth. It’s also a good idea to store the vest flat or hung up to maintain its shape.
By following these usage and maintenance guidelines, you can extend the life of your cooling vest and ensure it provides optimal comfort and cooling whenever you wear your fursuit. In the next section, we’ll explore real-life experiences and testimonials from fursuiters who have found cooling vests indispensable in their fursuiting adventures.
Staying cool and comfortable in a fursuit is essential for enjoying the full experience without compromising safety or performance. Cooling vests offer a practical solution to the challenges posed by the heat, providing different levels of cooling depending on the type and duration of use. Whether you prefer the intense cold of an ice pack vest, the steady cooling of a phase change vest, or the lightweight convenience of an evaporative vest, there is an option to suit every fursuiter’s needs.
It’s important to consider factors like the duration of cooling required, the vest’s weight, ease of use, and cost when choosing the right cooling vest. Proper usage and maintenance will ensure the vest’s longevity and effectiveness, making it a reliable companion for fursuiting adventures.
The testimonials from fursuiters highlight the real-world benefits of these vests, underscoring their role in enhancing comfort and safety. By incorporating a cooling vest into your fursuiting gear, you can extend your time in costume, perform better, and enjoy interacting with others without the worry of overheating.
As the furry community continues to grow and evolve, innovations like cooling vests make it easier and safer to participate in events and express oneself creatively. We encourage you to explore the different options available and find the cooling solution that best fits your needs. Stay cool, stay safe, and enjoy the magic of fursuiting to the fullest!
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