My Fellow Inmates,
As all of you know, as kinky of a motherfucker as I am, I also tend to explore new things. Over the last year I have been thrilled to find, and explore the concept of Furry Kink.
Though a foreign concept to many, and a point of sheer anger to others; Most Furries are well versed in the concepts of kink even if hidden deep behind locked doors.
So beyond filming fuzzies being bad, Asylum decided it was time to experience a Furcon first hand and see what it was all about. Now I do have 4 fursuits on order, all of them intended for play, yet none arrived in time…
So not really sure what to expect, I armed myself with two full bags of gear and bondage delights and headed off to the Hilton at Seatac this last Thursday.
I wanted to experience the con the right way, so Digital Dragon and Rexpup were kind to bring me “Sammie” a fox that belonged to Digi.
Though as much as I appreciated it, Sammie is well known and I was not wanting people to assume that I was Digi, so I also brought my north face down suit to give him a bit of a spin.
The first day there I decided to go out to the pool, and so I threw on a wetsuit and strutted through the lobby on the way to the water.
I shall tell you now. Nothing is odder than getting strange looks from people in fursuits because you are wearing something that is typically considered commonplace, yet the furs seem so terrified of being associated with kink, that even I heard a few scoffs as I walked by.
So after the pool I decided to go back to the room and “suit up” making sure I mixed the fursuit with a drysuit, for the first outing, just so I could still wear my colors as well.
Making my way to the convention center I was not sure I was prepared for the collection of misfits I encountered. Now don’t get me wrong… There is really no way you can box the concept of “furry” in to an easily definable space. For in the course of that weekend I met bothe the most amazing and interesting person I have chatted with in a long time, and one that made you wonder where they parked the rape van…
Furry is all walks of life, and though you shall hear many talk about what it was in the past, a sexual entity akin to the gear or leather communities, furry has since seemed to become a catchall, and with that comes a safe haven for those who are not accepted anywhere else.
Though through the murky mire of the masses one can easily find the actual people that first made this collective interesting to me and my kink side.
Furry is a fantastic hypocrisy to itself. A group so fearful that they may be tied into sexuality that they berate their own members for posting sexual pics and vids while hoarding art that makes said images look like something drawn by Dr. Seuss…
It’s amazing to look at the comparisons between the current attitudes of this community and the 1940′s cheesecake pinup girl movement where real pictures could get you arrested, yet if you drew that same girl in that same erotic pose it was art, and it was everywhere.
Tangents aside, back to my con experience.
The second day we geared up in fursuit to go to the “Fur the Record Dance”. Let me say now that Tigon puts on an awesome show. I put Sammie’s head and paws back on, this time with my downsuit which has back access I could put the tail in to.
I figure if I was to do it I should do it right.
Besides the Bondofurs party we did, in which we had 20 awesome kinky people there to share the experience with us (The video should cone soon); the next 2 days were a whirlwind of insane amounts of alcohol and dances.
All in all I had a blast.
I shall say this now, this is an experience I think everyone should try once. Put on a fursuit, let go, be anonymous…
Worst case scenario you don’t get it, don’t like it, don’t relate… Yet as you look back at the face of the creature staring back at you in the mirror, you may just find that you are allowed to let go and have fun…
It’s so freeing
And besides, it’s also wonderful fun to hear a suiter whimper as they are bound before you and you are wailing away on their nuts…
But that’s just my experience