I loved this, really...especially the ending comments by Lionel.

Good stuff :)

BTW, love your masks dude...I wanna save up and get one! I'm not even into fur-suiting, but they are just so cool, realistic, and fascinating.

I'm far from normal.

I'm a 21 year old straight male, 5' 9", 185 pounds of muscle (mostly) and live a very active life style. I enjoy musical production of the electronica flavor, and I DJ both online, and off. I smoke heavily (for good reasons, I assure you,) and drive a Kia Optima.

But I'm not normal...

I'm also enlisted in the US Army. I've gone to Iraq, served my time in hell, been in combat, and still have dreams about it. Sometimes, I still jump when car doors slam. Ask me about it, and I'll grin and tell you why I do it. Its so others dont have to.

And still I say unto thee, Nay, I am not normal.
I am not socially acceptable. I'm labeled as a freak, a basement dwelling animal humping, ugly, antisocial geek.

All because I'm a furry.

My argument is this: Why do fingers get pointed? What does anger manifest itself in? The answers are quite simple, really.

People fear what they dont understand, and they mask it with anger. Go ahead, be angry at me, and hate me for what I am. I'm not the one trolling around the internet, looking for someone to point and laugh at just because of differences. I'm not so insecure about myself that I need to mold my way of life around others so that I feel more accepted.

Ignorance is amazing, really it is. Collectively, humanity as a whole is extremely stupid and willfully blind. I'm not insulting anyones intelligence, and I mean no harm, but look at us. That said, theres small groups of people that just take the icing and the cake.

Sure, furries are WEIRD! Theres some out there that have quite frankly lost touch with reality, and thats sad. There are some that I wouldent like to talk to, let alone be around for more then 5 minutes.

Still, theres no reason to...prosecute them...us..., for lack of a better term.

You'd be surprised to find out how many furries there really are. Your boss with the picture of wild bears in his office? Could be a furry. Hell, your own mothers could all be furries and you'd never know unless you asked.

To sum up this whole long post: Those who need to turn unto others to better them selves and for laughter are those that are weakest, in heart mind and soul. Even better summary: All those pricks need to grow up :P