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(Not my art) Looks like someone's a Houdini fan!
You are challenged by Team Rocket Grunt Espurra!
Furries at this years Pride in San Francisco!
TOFF Episode 2
Two Old Furry Fans, Episode #2: In which Mark puts on an animation art show, Rodney discovers psychedelic television, and 1973 is a very good year for Furry animation.
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TOFF Episode 2My furry friends at SF Pride yesterday!
Giant Wooden Fursuit Tags! Get you one!
I just turned 18 today.
Sorry for the random post, but I'll like to say that this community is real awesome. I've been a lurker here for 2 years, but chose an alternate account since I'm a closet furry. Though I hope this whole thing isn't a social taboo in the future. Anyway, thanks for reading! You guys are awesome.
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Never stop being who you are.
There are some real shitheads out there, part of the reason I'm happy to be in this furry community is because of how friendly and kind you all are. Don't ever let someone put you down for what you like, feel or think. This world is a cruel place, so it's good to stop for a moment and realize what a good, sweet personality you all have. Even though I'm more of a lurker, you're a good bunch who usually tend to put a smile on my face. I'd feel silly saying this in any other sub but this one, honestly. Keep being you.
Fanart of Renard a friend did for me a while back, figured the internet might like to see it
My vixen finished her first drawing of her fursona, she's a professional artist but its the first time she's done anything furry. (By Scribbleimp, source in comments)
On Doug Winger, and Death
Furry is still young, but we’re all getting older, year by year.
Doug Winger’s death from emphysema last week was notable not only for his cherished and unique contributions to furry, but also for the fact he died from an age-related illness. In this he is, as he always seemed to be, ahead of the curve.
Furry and furries are ageing. In the coming years and decades, age-related illnesses and deaths will cease being rare or notable. If furry became a unique phenomenon somewhere around the late 1970s, then the young adults who founded the fledgling community are well on their way to becoming senior citizens.
Doug Winger, at 62 years old, died young. He was a couple of decades younger than the average life expectancy for an American male. He isn’t the first high-profile furry to die of an age-related illness, but he’s one of only a handful.
If we look at some of the (living) high-profile founding members of furry, we can get an idea of the upper end of the furry age spectrum:
- Fred Patten is 74
- Mark Merlino is 62
- Rod O’Riley is 50
- Reed Waller is 65
Your humble correspondent, for the record, is 40.
Forty is about the age where the likely cause of death changes from misadventure or suicide, to heart disease or cancer. It is also, traditionally, the point at which someone might have a mid-life crisis.
A mid-life crisis is essentially a mortality crisis, and you can enjoy one at whatever age suits you. It can occur once you are emotionally mature enough to understand that life is short and death is inevitable. It might be helped along by a reminder of death: perhaps the slow failing of your own body, perhaps the news of the death of a member of your community.
A mortality crisis, at mid-life or elsewhere, is not necessarily a bad thing. I’d argue that it is usually a good thing, although of course this depends on the person. An older person might try to reclaim their youth, perhaps by buying a sportscar and running off with the secretary (the bad version), or maybe by finding a new enjoyment in life on the basis that it’s fleeting (the good version). The good versions are much more common than the bad versions, but of course you tend not to hear about them.
I’ll give you an example of a good mortality crisis: a furry friend of mine, upon reaching midlife, realised that good physical health isn’t permanent. He had always liked the idea of gaining serious amounts of muscle, and figured that it was now or never. Fast-forward a few years and he’s deadlifting some 400 lbs, is feeling much happier with himself (and has undoubtedly picked up a few admirers along the way).
Life is, essentially, a struggle. It’s not realistic to expect to be able to snap your fingers and change, and it’s very easy to float along without really asserting yourself on the world around you. A mortality crisis, for many people, is a helpful force.
We furries are lucky, because our community is diverse enough to include both young and old. It used to be that way for all humans, until the industrial revolution came along and we started to congregate in big cities. Now, most people create communities of peers, meaning that as they age they hang around an extended group of friends from their school or university days. This means that their peer groups tend to be monocultural: same socio-economic background, same beliefs, same age.
There is a lot of research showing the extent to which we are influenced by our friends. Famously, we are much more likely to be overweight if our friends are overweight. In a monocultural peer group, it’s easy enough to imagine how this might happen, and this is confirmed by the research: we copy our friends’ habits and lifestyle. It’s difficult to be the outlier, and so we tend to regress towards our peer group’s mean.
I’d argue that a monocultural peer group inhibits personal growth, because such a group innately lacks heroes and role models. If everyone is at around the same level, there is limited peer-group influence to improve. And a lack of exposure to different age groups is also limiting: those without young friends may fail to understand the struggles that young people can face, and those without old friends may never learn to approach death in a positive way.
In a group where everyone is the same age, everyone starts to suffer from age-related illnesses at around the same time. If members of the group haven’t been exposed to ageing and death to any significant extent, then they may lack the resources to manage their new exposure to mortality. This can lead to the bad, running-away sort of mid-life crisis, as well as creating a whole bunch of other personal challenges.
We furries are, collectively, exposed to age-related illnesses through the older members of our community. Doug Winger’s death is in no way a good thing, but the inevitability of some furry community death is a good thing, at least because we are exposed to death’s realities and inevitability.
Doug’s art, for better or for worse, couldn’t fail but touch anyone who saw it. For most of us, this is the only relationship we had with him: completely impersonal and one-sided. For us, his death serves a useful function, in that it reminds us of the value of our community, that we all get to spend exactly one year at every age, that we are the oldest we have ever been right now, and that we will never again be younger than we are right now.
For those who knew Doug personally, I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say that I’m sorry for your loss. We understand that your life has irrevocably changed, and changed for the worse. And we understand that we, too, will eventually also lose our loved ones. We promise to make the most of the short time we have.
Vale Doug Winger.