June 6th, 2003


Curse of the Grey Muzzle

I had mentioned that I had brought another fur into the NM_Furry group the other day. He finally posted after I turned a spotlight on him. He was nervous because he is a young fur (<21). I responded that age doesn't really mean anything. After I posted that my brain went all buggy and I started thinking about that issue. Judging from the profiles on the NM_Furry list, I am the oldest active furry in the state. It was never as issue. One of my dearest furiends is 18 years old. But I started thinking about how appropriate that really was. It started feeling wrong, weird, uncomfortable. While I was wrestling with this issue it finally hit me like a truck. I just started laughing. I wasn't worried about starting friendships with young furs, I was worried about how others would perceive it. WHO THE HELL CARES! I'm not weird enough running around in a fursuit? It's just sad that in today's society everything "weird" is labeled as some sexual deviation. Hmmm. You chat with an 18-year old? You must be some sort of pedophile. Even if I say I like to take on an "uncle" role, you get a nudge-nudge wink-wink attitude. So fuck it. I don't care what anyone thinks. I'll keep befriending any and all furs that are in need of a friend. I can pass on my years of experience and lend a caring ear or shoulder to cry on, and they can keep me young with their enthusiasm and their fresh views of the world.

It's either furry overdose or the thought of not sprouting my wings, but I have had an upset stomach for the past few days. I'm pretty sure it's stress. I'm thinking too much. I gotta relax. My tail is way too stubby to be trying to chase it.
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