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submitted by sploggs
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[These will be a series of short stories I'll be writing that are based off events that have happened to me. To make it more interesting, I'm replacing myself with my fursona (which has the exact same personality as me so it'll stay true to the things that really happened) and everyone else as anthros of animals that I think suit the way they looked and behaved. Words written in italic are things I'm thinking in my mind. Let me know what you think!]

I bet... if this bus crashed right now... then I wouldn't need to go to this interview... I stared out of the large window at the vibrant green and brown fields that covered the bumpy countryside of Northern Ireland. What about all these people on here with me though? I suppose it would need to be an accident big enough to put the bus out of order... but also not harm everyone on it. Maybe it COULD harm everyone a teeny bit, actually. That way I can heroically rescue everyone! Yeah! I wouldn't need to go to that stupid interview AND I make it into the local news as the foxcoon that saved an entire bus full of people from a minor bump into a bush!!! Oh! Noticing my stop coming up, I leap off the seat and limp to the front of the bus. I wasn't injured or anything, my left leg had just gone completely to sleep.

I was required to attend an interview at a place that's supposed to help me find a job. They'd be simply asking deep and personal questions about who I am, what I can do and why I don't have a job. Oh God, there's the place... A young adult wolf stepped out of the building, looked at me and propped the door open with his paw. Shit, he's holding the door open for me! I might need to say something to him like 'thank you' or am I supposed to initiate small talk with this man!? Abort! Abort!!! I'll just look away and pretend I'm not going in there. I made a sharp left turn and headed another direction. After a few paces I turned to see that the kind fella had left the scene so I skipped back to the door. Why isn't it opening? I pushed and pulled on the handle Come on, what's going on!? Ah screw it! I'm making an idiot of myself. I began to stroll around the area trying to think of what to do. Maybe my brother can help. I lifted out my phone, rang him and he explained what I needed to do in great detail.
"Yeah you push a button beside the door and it unlocks" he mumbled sleepily.
"Oh... ok. Thanks." I hung up and hurried back to the building.

After going through a maze of corridors, I finally found the right room and was sitting down with the interviewer who was a rather beefy husky.
"Alright so you're Felix Foxcoon?" he asked.
"Yes" I replied.
"You were born on the 15th August 1996?"
"Yes"
"And you are male?"
"Yes..." Does my really long hair actually make my gender seem questionable? Cool.
The questions continued and my replies remained either a simple 'yes' or 'no'.
"What's the main want to get a new kitchen reason you want to get a job?"
"...Uhh... I'm sorry?"
"What's I really the main need to reason you get that want to sink replaced get a job?"
"I..." God damn it, some loud English woman behind me won't shut up about getting a new kitchen fitted! I can't hear a thing he's saying!
"What's the main reason why you want a job?"
"Oh, right, sorry. I suppose it's because I'm bored and need something to do during the day" I muttered.
"Perfectly kitchen table valid answer"
Huh, I was expecting him to say that was stupid. Woah, is... is that nose hair I see dangling from his nostril? That must be uncomfortable! Does he feel it? Does it tickle? Surely it must make him sneeze when he breathes. Kinda looks like a spider trying to climb out of his skull... No, don't think of spiders or skulls. This situation is frightening enough without thinking of those.

An hour later the interview was over and I walked out of the building. That wasn't too bad. Now I just wanna go buy some Pringles and play Dark Souls. Then I headed to the bus station.

submitted by thecowardlyfox
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So I recently found out there actually is a subreddit for furries to post off-topic stuff. This was news to me because I didn't yet see anything about it, although a Reddit search for "furrylobby" did come up with results.

I have no idea how I or anyone else missed it, as it has a nearly nonexistent number of subscribers, but I think we should be using it because there's more to this world than anthropomorphics and I like the idea of being able to openly discuss non-furry things with other furries.

As a side note, I also think it should be added to the list of Related Subreddits.

submitted by liafcipe9000
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I'm normally a Lurker to the Extreme™ in this sub, but there's something that comes up every now that I feel I need to address, and give my own personal insights on a topic that may help some of you.

I see a lot of furs posting about "coming out" as furry to friends/family, and questioning the best ways to go about that. Inevitably, there are a number of comments that can best be summed up as, "Furry is just a hobby! Like being a Star Trek or Star Wars fan! You don't "come out" as furry!" And y'know what? For the majority of the fandom, that advice is likely completely valid.

But like everything in this fandom, (and life in general), one size does not fit all.

"Coming out" means different things to different folks. For some, it revolves around their sexual orientation; gay, bi, asexual, etc. For others, it's more to do with their deepest character and identity. More often than not, it's a mix of the two, (or more!).

I'm gay. I've known, deep down, that I was gay from my early teens, (~20 years ago). I've also known I was a furry, (or before I knew what it was called, an attraction to anthros), for as long, if not longer. It was only when my family got the Internet, and found I other folks like me, that I could put a name to it, (who remembers alt.* and MUCKs?!). This is true for both the gay aspect, and the furry aspect.

Now, my upbringing wasn't that different from a lot of you, I'm sure. I was a nerdy kid, and because we lived in the middle of Nowhereville USA, I was pretty lonely, and spent most of my time online. Because I found out about both gay and furry at an early age, the two aspects became utterly entangled. And because I spent way too much time online, it was only encouraged, (and likely equally by the goddamn Disney Afternoon).

When I was a Senior in highschool, I felt this deep, extreme desire to come out to my family and close friends. But there was a problem. It was pretty much "okay to be gay", but it definitely wasn't okay to be furry. This is about when the Internet was realizing how much of an easy target we were, and were pretty much the laughing stock of every forum and site around. So I had to make a decision; stay quiet, or come out as "half" of what I am. I chose the latter, and was extremely relieved when I had a (mostly) positive reaction. But I still felt like they only knew half of the story; half of my being.

So I hid the furry from the world. I had no issue telling people I was gay, but I vehemently denied anything about being a furry. I was still active online just as much as ever, but made a very hard line between that, and my "real life."

That was fine for a few years. Then the depression set in. Then the anxiety. Then the identity unease. It all crept up slowly, and again, for many years I was able to repress it, and function like a "normal" adult.

Then about two years ago, something snapped. Suddenly things were not okay. Suicide was becoming more and more of a legitimate option. My partner of nearly a decade, (another furry), started to become more and more concerned. The feeling of my body not being mine, feeling wrong in my own skin, started to finally take its toll. Despite having an outwardly successful life to that point, I was in shambles. I suddenly realized that hiding half of myself from the world was slowly killing me.

Fast forward to the present: Things are better. I'm in therapy for the identity issues. I'm on medication for the depression and anxiety. I left a toxic career. It's still a struggle, day to day, but there is now some small glimmers of hope.

But the biggest change? I'm not hiding half of myself anymore.

Now, I'm not the type of person that would scream from the rooftops, "I'm a furry and I'm proud!" I don't wear it on my sleeve any more than I wear being gay. But if people ask? I don't deny. I had a fursuit made, which is something I thought I'd never do. All of my close friends now know, as well as a few choice family members, (with positive reactions all around). And y'know what? It feels great to finally not have to hide half of who I am.

...Wow, okay so this turned into way more than I expected, and I did have a point, I swear! Sorry for the wall of text.

I guess if I had to TL;DR it, it would be this:

Furry is something different for everyone. A hobby, an income, an escape, an identity, and any and all combinations thereof. Also, "coming out" means something different to everyone as well. If the two intersect for you, don't feel ashamed to come out as a furry. Or gay. Or bi. Or trans. Or anything at all. If it's part of what makes you whole and makes you you, don't ever be ashamed of it.

You guys are awesome. <3

EDIT: Words are hard.

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submitted by MinorJoe
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Dear Papabear,

I am currently a politics student with aspirations to enter the world of politics later on in life, either as a councilor or as a Member of Parliament. However, I am concerned that, as a politician, my private life would come under much scrutiny by the media, including my identification as a furry. Based on your doubtless rich experience and opinion, do you think that it would be wise for a furry like me, whom nobody outside of the furry community knows that I am, to go into politics?

Many Thanks and Kind Regards,

Dai

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Dear Dai,

While I’m more familiar with politics in the U.S. than in Britain, it’s pretty much a cutthroat occupation, wherever in the world you may go. You can be assured that, should you run for public office, your private life will be scrutinized with a tweezer and microscope. And if any flaws—real or perceived—are discovered by an opponent, they will be used against you. It seems that these days more elections are won based on attacking one’s opponent, rather than running on one’s own merits.

Being a furry is not a flaw, of course, but you can imagine how it will go for you once someone discovers a site such as e621.net and calls you a furvert.

But, many people of various minorities have run for office, been attacked, and won. Public office used to be the domain solely of white, straight (or apparently straight) men. Britain has been a bit ahead of America in terms of accepting minorities into their government. In 1790, Robert Jenkinson (an Anglo-Indian) was elected to Parliament. And there have been quite a few minorities in Parliament since then.

It took longer for a gay man to be accepted in Parliament. Being gay in the UK was illegal until the Sexual Offenses Act of 1967, as you probably know (think of poor victims of this law, ranging from Oscar Wilde to Alan Turing). Since then, LGBT people have slowly been gaining ground and offices.

Now, if LGBT people—who were once considered deviants to a criminal degree—can gain acceptance, I believe a furry can, too (and more easily in Britain than in America, where half the population still thinks the Confederacy should have won). Really, it depends upon you and how willing you are to stick up for your furriness. You could, I suppose, hide or abandon that side of you in favor of your political career, or you could not hide it at all and assert your right to be who you are, including the best politician you can be.

There is some good news, too, concerning furries and acceptance. As with the LGBT community, there has been a slow turning around of public opinion about furries that is represented in articles such as this one from the Huffington Post.

I can’t make that decision for you about your career, but I would say that if you have a passion for public service and you abandoned it out of fear of your being a furry, then that would be quite a shame and a loss to your community. I, for one, would be very proud of you if you put aside your fears and won even a small, local election; that could be the start of an amazing future for you.

Good Luck,

Papabear

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Hello there! You are watching this because you or someone in your school has been engaging in a dangerous trend known as jarring! Jarring, behind only to the constant threat of communism and hippies, is the most dangerous threat to our nation’s youth today. Jarring is the intentional act of trapping one’s self or others in a large glass jar or mason glass and taking a photo. Now this may seem innocent and pure, but did you know 1 in 20 furs will be hurt this year alone in failed attempts at jarring?! Yes its true, the risks are real! Last year, a reported 50 cases of our smaller friends jarring attempts ended in a precarious predicament with preservatives! Air holes are often an overlooked step by younger naïve furs looking to tease micro friends and family. Think of all you know and love gone! All because of jarring… So join the WWNJ (We Will Not Jar) movement and keep you and your school safe! Beware the glass menace, as behind every jar…is COMMUNISM!

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submitted by The-Squeaker
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submitted by ShaunSP
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I am sending this to you on my last 1% of battery. I've been stuck in a jar for days... I don't know how I got in here or even why I'm here. I've tried calling for help but it wasn't until recently that my phone picked up a signal, I don't know how much time I have left with internet.

By the time help arrives it may be too late for me. If so, tell my mother I love her, and annoy my little brother one last time for me. Let this be a warning, jars are not for the weak of heart nor the ones with low disposition. I must have thought this would make me a man, but it may as well turn me into a corpse. With my last few minutes of battery, and most likely last few minutes of air I spend browsing /r/furry as all who came before me have done.

Let it be known I lived a good life.

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Submitted by Fred Patten, Furry’s favorite historian and reviewer. Spirit of the Wolves, by Dorothy Hearst NYC, Simon & Schuster, December 2014, hardcover $26.00 (356 pages), Kindle $13.99. Spirit of the Wolves is a.k.a. The Wolf Chronicles, Book Three, following Promise of the Wolves (2008) and Secrets of the Wolves (2011). “I crouched at the […]

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