My history of my being a furry is my history of being in this body. The life as a cartoon animal is one that wrestles with the anxieties of, and the frolicking joys of, inhabiting a human body, and that often centers the experience of fucking, or the experience of being fucked. Furry sexuality is the flat null space between bugs bunny’s legs and the sensual line of ink distinguishing his tits. The fursuit, on the outside, is our insides, the cartoon inhabiting us. We live outside our fungible ape forms on the internet and inside a fursuit, a swamp of our own breath and sweat.
What do you want? Furries make cartoon animal bodies and mash them together with other cartoon animal bodies, and we mash together our human bodies too. Describing the exact affinity for cartoons is kind of beneath any of us at this point. about us and our sexual lives without challenge, and here I am with a safe platform to speak my truth.
Journalists can still safely grant themselves license to straight up make. I can’t profess to write about furry culture without writing about it. NOT REALLY.”Īnd since then I’ve been working on a “well, SURE.” is that a sex thing, or?” my friend/coworker asked me some weeks ago, after reading my twitter feed closely enough and asking me about furries. This article is about sexuality, and contains sexually explicit images below.