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I use my computer to talk to furries. Which is a bizarre habit, but one that ends up in a lot of fun. I'm afraid there isn't much else I use my computer for. It's unfortunate that my modem driver has ceased to be…
But anyway. I was up all last night talking to furries on my mom's computer. It wasn't difficult for them to volunteer information about the stuffed animals they had when they were young. I feel like I should only bring that topic up around people who know me well, or furries because people don't know that I express curiosity about these things intending to be merry with them. The subject got really out of hand at the table today. We were talking about our family first. I intended to be light and just discuss the annoying things about the people we live with and they ways we annoy them, but it kind of ventured into the grave and awkward. And a little bit of other tension. So I asked questions about stuffed animals to try to lighten the subject. A couple of newcomers thought it was fun, but I think the other two thought the change to the subject of stuffed animals was making light of the awkwardness that was kind of sinking into people. Which upsets me, as these people are a lot of fun and I didn’t mean to be.. not fun with that conversation at all. Sometimes I think I'm antisocial. Like. In a very strange way. I want to be able to talk about anything with anyone, unless asked otherwise. I want everything that is said to be taken with enjoyment and considerate, non-judgmental reflection, and not spread around as gossip. I think people should enjoy each other’s experiences. I think people are a lot wiser than they give themselves credit for, and their lives would make a truely fascinating story if they told it giving themselves that credit.
Well. Here are some of the stuffed animal stories I've amassed:
A gentleman from Australia had a tiger named Fizzgig. He took him on adventures in his back yard. But Fizzgig was eventually replaced by a better stuffed animal, Bluie the blue teddy bear. Bluie also went on adventures with Mr. Australian boy.
Another had a female fox named "Foxie" that was left at the old house after the divorce. He has showed me a drawing of a whimsical looking furry fox, who was kind of sighing and looking at the table with big blue eyes. I bet the fox just missed his plush.
We also have another friend who has a raccoon named Randy. It came with that name. She said she didn't do voices for it, but there wasn't any cotton in the middle where she had been squeezing it to death. She commented about her uneasiness at the raccoon since she heard his name used in the context of “sexually excited.”
Another imagined their stuffed animals could speak, though did not speak their voices for them. And that they were very jealous. And that they must all be on the bed, arranged so none of them fell off, and that she must sleep with a different one in her arms every night, or else they would get mad at her. Treating all of them equally and so on.
As for my stuffed animals? I had two favorites named "turtle pillow" and "gunny." Gunny was a seal, who resembled firearms in a lot of ways. I enchanted full imaginary personalities into these fabricated weirdoes. I put them through work, school, love, treachery, companionship, anger, magic powers, triumph, and failure- entire life times I had not yet experienced. This was before I had the opportunity to talk to furries. People who put pretend animal personalities into themselves. Kind of like, they're their own stuffed animal now. A lot of furries are shy about their identities, and find as many details to separate themselves from furry stereotypes (as overblown as “furry stereotypes” sounds) as possible.
But still, they like the persona. Some of them even make it their life. They say "I -am- a kangaroo." It's not just role playing for them. And that makes me think of when I was a kid watching a play, and that I couldn't tell what was a real landscape and what was cardboard. I applied an imaginary reality to what was happening on stage. I delay my doubts and criticism to let myself enjoy a good story. And whether you're role playing or religiously acting as a furry, you're letting yourself act in a fictional identity. You involve yourself in the character you're pretending to be, making your adult life comparable to a good play.
Well. If you want to talk about your stuffed animals or your fun as a furry, do reply to it in a comment! Or just comment miscellaneously and splendidly. Mehehe.
But anyway. I was up all last night talking to furries on my mom's computer. It wasn't difficult for them to volunteer information about the stuffed animals they had when they were young. I feel like I should only bring that topic up around people who know me well, or furries because people don't know that I express curiosity about these things intending to be merry with them. The subject got really out of hand at the table today. We were talking about our family first. I intended to be light and just discuss the annoying things about the people we live with and they ways we annoy them, but it kind of ventured into the grave and awkward. And a little bit of other tension. So I asked questions about stuffed animals to try to lighten the subject. A couple of newcomers thought it was fun, but I think the other two thought the change to the subject of stuffed animals was making light of the awkwardness that was kind of sinking into people. Which upsets me, as these people are a lot of fun and I didn’t mean to be.. not fun with that conversation at all. Sometimes I think I'm antisocial. Like. In a very strange way. I want to be able to talk about anything with anyone, unless asked otherwise. I want everything that is said to be taken with enjoyment and considerate, non-judgmental reflection, and not spread around as gossip. I think people should enjoy each other’s experiences. I think people are a lot wiser than they give themselves credit for, and their lives would make a truely fascinating story if they told it giving themselves that credit.
Well. Here are some of the stuffed animal stories I've amassed:
A gentleman from Australia had a tiger named Fizzgig. He took him on adventures in his back yard. But Fizzgig was eventually replaced by a better stuffed animal, Bluie the blue teddy bear. Bluie also went on adventures with Mr. Australian boy.
Another had a female fox named "Foxie" that was left at the old house after the divorce. He has showed me a drawing of a whimsical looking furry fox, who was kind of sighing and looking at the table with big blue eyes. I bet the fox just missed his plush.
We also have another friend who has a raccoon named Randy. It came with that name. She said she didn't do voices for it, but there wasn't any cotton in the middle where she had been squeezing it to death. She commented about her uneasiness at the raccoon since she heard his name used in the context of “sexually excited.”
Another imagined their stuffed animals could speak, though did not speak their voices for them. And that they were very jealous. And that they must all be on the bed, arranged so none of them fell off, and that she must sleep with a different one in her arms every night, or else they would get mad at her. Treating all of them equally and so on.
As for my stuffed animals? I had two favorites named "turtle pillow" and "gunny." Gunny was a seal, who resembled firearms in a lot of ways. I enchanted full imaginary personalities into these fabricated weirdoes. I put them through work, school, love, treachery, companionship, anger, magic powers, triumph, and failure- entire life times I had not yet experienced. This was before I had the opportunity to talk to furries. People who put pretend animal personalities into themselves. Kind of like, they're their own stuffed animal now. A lot of furries are shy about their identities, and find as many details to separate themselves from furry stereotypes (as overblown as “furry stereotypes” sounds) as possible.
But still, they like the persona. Some of them even make it their life. They say "I -am- a kangaroo." It's not just role playing for them. And that makes me think of when I was a kid watching a play, and that I couldn't tell what was a real landscape and what was cardboard. I applied an imaginary reality to what was happening on stage. I delay my doubts and criticism to let myself enjoy a good story. And whether you're role playing or religiously acting as a furry, you're letting yourself act in a fictional identity. You involve yourself in the character you're pretending to be, making your adult life comparable to a good play.
Well. If you want to talk about your stuffed animals or your fun as a furry, do reply to it in a comment! Or just comment miscellaneously and splendidly. Mehehe.