Edgy Self-Hating Furry
After receiving commission for their art at comic, anime, and art cons across the world, this person met someone who paid them $700 for Soft Core art, even though it was slightly out of their comfort zone. This continued until they created an online name that became popular to many others seeking their form of art, which is known as furry and identifies with anthropomorphic cartoon animals. While it sounds like a success story at first, it quickly went south.
Eventually, they made an online friend. “She was another furry artist, and we just sort of hit it off in the online community. She seemed like an edgy self-hating furry so our jabbing humor at the expense of furries made us bond, and she was cool, all was well. Eventually, I admitted to her that I didn’t actually [care] about furries, and she took it in stride. Said she understood why I used the community to make money because she wished she wasn’t a furry either, but you can’t help what you like.” This woman convinced them to go to a furry convention and even share a room with them, which is typical and is something many artists do to share costs.
Still, “she seemed like a good person and it’s not uncommon to just meet someone IRL when you’re rooming with them.” Time passed, and it was time for the furry convention. She said, “I was… surprised to find her at the table. In full fursuit. That was the weird part. I was immediately on edge. It got worse when I sat down and introduced myself and she did that… thing. That thing that furries do where they are in fur suits and don’t talk.” That sounds strange and unpleasant. Trying to have a conversation with someone who’s only making noises in return is not a great first impression, convention or not.
They said, “she nodded when I made sure she was who I thought she was, but she just did the overly exaggerated cute poses and even had a squeaky toy in her fursuit to make noise. But she didn’t say a word. She hugged me, and interacted with customers who all knew her and adored her (I guess she was well known in the community) and if she wanted to communicate, would write. Or text in this big a** oaw things. She said she hates wearing suits but because she doesn’t have to talk in them, she doesn’t have to interact much with customers.”
While that seems incredibly strange and out of anyone’s comfort zone, it’s still entertaining. The good news is that she seemed likable by everyone at the convention, so that’s a green flag. But that’s when things went south. She said, “at around 7 p.m. we packed up to leave to go to the hotel room. She stayed in suit the whole way up. In the room, I flopped down on my bed exhausted. I asked her if she was going to come out of that thing, understandably a little freaked out.” Anyone would be freaked out. It’s like something from a horror movie, but it’s real life.
It doesn’t stop there. “Then she did the thing that made me want to run out of the room, which I didn’t do against my better judgment. I had flopped on the bed with the upper half of my body, my feet still on the floor, and my shirt had ridden up my torso. She stepped in between my legs and TICKLED me on my exposed belly. I flipped out, as one does when sneak attacked by tickles and wriggled out of her reach.”
That’s certainly one way to cross someone’s boundaries. Anyone would be creeped out, especially by someone hovering over them in a furry suit, someone you’ve never even seen in real life. Then, “she made that “laughing” pose that furries do where they hold their paws to their mouths bashfully but still silent. I was so creeped out. My go-to way of handling stress like that is laughing it off nervously.
She got the hint and motioned she was going to get a shower. As soon as she was in the shower I decided I didn’t want to be there when she got out, for now. But instead of lugging all my stuff, I decided I would come back for it, preferably with friends. But I needed a key, so I went to her wallet she had taken out of one of her suit pockets, and tried to find the keys I had seen her slip into her wallet.”
That’s when the truth came out. People can lie, but wallets do not. Honestly, we’d creep on their ID too. “I just had to see her ID. I just had to, I was too curious not to. And when I opened it I looked at the ID slot and I flipped. My. S**t. I didn’t know the super personal details of my friend beside her name and age and general descriptive factors. Mid-20s, white girl, etc. That was not who was on this ID. It was a man, with long greasy hair, glasses, and stubble, in his mid 40 or early 50s I’d wager.”
There’s nothing to do at that moment except run as fast as you can. “I was so shocked that I literally threw the wallet across the room after grabbing a key and ran out of that hotel room.” They ended up deleting their fur affinity account, blocking the person on the chat app, and never reached out to them again, and understandably so (via Ranker).
