Furry stuff

content/core/011.md

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 At first, I was proud of my relationships. Then I was embarrassed. There were so many, all in a line. One would trickle into existence with, as I put it, `light, in through the head, out through the heart`. We'd be perfect, until we weren't. Everything would be delightful, until it wasn't. It's the way of early relationships, I suppose. You fall for someone, and you can't quite pick apart the difference between love and lust.
 
-I just went through so many that I started feeling a bit weird about it. How do I talk about the Danny-Merlin-Andrew-Michael-Andy-Rikky-Kayla-Tyson-Andrew(again) progression? And how do I talk about Lon? Or what JD and I were at the beginning?
+I just went through so many that I started feeling a bit weird about it. How do I talk about the Danny-Marek-Merlin-Andrew-Michael-Andy-Rikky-Kayla-Tyson-Andrew(again) progression? And how do I talk about Lon? Or what JD and I were at the beginning?
 
 > Doubtless with the same lilac-scented words you talk about everything.
 

content/core/017.md

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 > And she's pretty.
 
-I mean, she's still dumpy fat nerd.
+I mean, she's still a dumpy fat nerd.
 
 > Let's talk about kink.
 

content/core/018.md

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+date: 2019-08-15
+weight: 18
+---
+
+When I hit puberty, I wound up doing a good bit of digging to try and figure out just what it was that was going on. I mean, obviously, there was sex ed and stuff, but it's not like that's super comprehensive in the states.
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+> In fifth grade, the teachers gathered the four classes together in one spot to show a video and give a short lecture on sex. That was the extent of it, before and at the beginning of puberty.
+
+Yeah, the video kept going on about how embarrassing puberty was. Boys getting erections and everyone laughing at them. Girls getting their period and everyone noticing. There was so much mortification built into the process. So much repression. The teachers hated it, the students picked up on it. The one woman teacher was asked if she could feel a man orgasm inside of her during sex. She haltingly said, "It's not like a fire hose or anything, but I guess so."
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+> You memorized that. You thought about that forever.
+
+Yeah, maybe some genderful stuff going on there.
+
+> Let's talk about kink.
+
+Fuck *off*.
+
+> If were corporeal, I'd be be smirking.
+
+I'll just have to imagine it.
+
+So I turned to the internet to learn more, as one does. I found the delightfully-named Puberty101. Forums, chat, articles, stories...
+
+> And pedophiles?
+
+I'm sure of it.
+
+I met my first boyfriend there. Danny. He was wickedly smart. We started moderating a subforum on long distance relationships in the LGBT section. I think. Something like that.
+
+> Did you dig for that, too?
+
+Not this time. Or, well, not in months. Not since I found out he died. ODed? Not sure. I did dig it up it then, on Wayback. I saw us talking together.
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+No.
+
+I saw Matthew and a dead guy talking together. I saw two kids in love. I saw too many names.
+
+> Did you learn about sex?
+
+I suppose. I learned about phone sex with Danny, at least. I miss that, actually. The tense silences, the little gasp, the embarrassed giggling that followed. I learned the theory if not the practice.
+
+I learned about the theory of sex, embedded deep within puberty, and then I learned about furry.
+
+> You learned about typefucking
+
+Boy howdy did I.
+
+[![TS logs over time](/ts-graph.png)](/ts-graph.png)
+
+> You are a parody of yourself.
+
+And proud of it. 

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+date: 2019-08-15
+weight: 19
+---
+
+So, I think the order of my entry to furry was as follows:
+
+1. Find a furcode in someone's forum sig.
+
+    > Oh my aching bones.
+
+    Shut up, you're not that old, the internet just moves *really* fast. Besides, you don't have bones.
+2. Find a furcode decoder.
+3. Find Captain Packrat's page on furry.
+4. Find Yerf!.
+5. Make a dragon character.
+6. This lasts three days. No one pays attention to me. Make a fox character.
+7. Meet some furries on GovTeen (née Puberty101).
+8. Start talking with furries on AIM.
+9. Join FluffMUCK.
+
+> Ah yes, Fluff. May she rest in eternal solitude.
+
+She's not totally gone. I don't think. I actually haven't checked in a while.
+
+> I'm starting to doubt your commitment to nostalgia, here.
+
+What would I gain from such?
+
+> You could go look in the park. You could go ride around in the Universe-in-a-Box. You could `laston` some folks, maybe.
+
+Weirdly enough, of the people I would `laston`, I was finally reintroduced to a few not too long ago by, of all people, Zorin, head wiz of Fluff. Rela and GC. I was glad to see them doing well.
+
+> You were glad to see they were alive.
+
+I was glad to see they were alive, yes. That was around the time I had found the obituary for Danny.
+
+> You could `laston` Marek.
+
+I'm not sure I could take that.
+
+> Is that why you don't want to connect?
+
+It's one reason. Nostalgia is only so much fun. It's fun up until a certain extent, and then it becomes painful.
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+> It's fun up until you're confronted with mortality and uncertainty. Danny died, and you don't know if Marek's alive.
+
+Yeah.
+
+It's no longer fun, but it's no less important.
+
+> Let's talk about Margaras.
+
+Not yet.
+
+> Danny's passing was an abstract thing. Maragaras' was much more immediate. Much more concrete and real.
+
+Please.
+
+> Take your time.

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+date: 2019-08-15
+weight: 20
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+
+The first furry I met, aside from Ash, was Osric. We went to see a movie. We were so painfully shy.
+
+> After seeing the movie, you drove him back to where he had parked, and you sat for a few moments in pained silence, then hugged and went your separate ways.
+
+Years later, I'd take a picture of him and his husband after his graduation that I think they still have. Years after that, his husband would officiate JD and I's wedding.
+
+> When was the last time you talked with either of them?
+
+Bel favorited a tweet of mine not too long ago.
+
+> You grew up.
+
+Yeah, we all grew up. We bought houses. We got jobs.
+
+JD and Os dated for a little, and Bel and I nearly did. Even up until when I was working on polycul.es, we had dashed lines between us. I loved them.
+
+> 'Loved'?
+
+I still do. Very much so. But every year, that love gets more abstract. More academic.
+
+Bel and I clicked on a sexual and nerdy level on which Os and I seemed to miss each other. I wasn't toppy enough for Os, and the nerdery --- minus, briefly, EVE --- was work, for him.
+
+> Eventually, it got that way with you, too. And then you started feeling uncomfortable with sex.
+
+Our relationships were organic. We met randomly. We drifted closer, orbited each other, and then we drifted apart. The same happened with friends from high school and university. The same happened with friends from the PN on FurryMUCK.
+
+From those first, halting meetings, I wound up slowly working my way into meeting furries in person. First, there were the few at school. Then the few at the queer group. Then, in university, Os dragged me to Fort Fur Friday, which I attended basically until they moved out of Fort Collins. That's where I met JD.
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+Then I managed to make it to Anthrocon 2005. Then Further Confusion 2007. I was sold.
+
+There's this trope that pokes its head up every now and then, that there is an age-out date for furry. A time when you realize you're too old for this shit and peace.
+
+> When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.
+
+There is some of that, yes, but I like Qoheleth more than Paul. I like Ecclesiastes better than the epistles.
+
+> When you graduated high school, you stamped I Cor. 13 in your friends' yearbooks.
+
+When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.
+
+> Well played.
+
+There is a time for reaping and a time for sowing; there is a time for being a hardcore nutjob furry and a time for taking a break and just being a human for a while.
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+> This, too, is meaningless.
+
+Well played.