When did you hit peak furry and why? - When a subculture is so incredibly weird and toxic that you want to have nothing to do with it

I'm a furry myself, and I like to believe that my browsing on sites like 4chan, and the Kiwi Farms have both taught me the most important lesson when it comes to not becoming a lolcow myself. Having self-introspection. Being self-aware of what you're doing tends to stop the harshest of lolcow tendencies.

It also helps when the majority of the worst offenders are leftist whackjobs, and I'm slightly right leaning. Saying you voted for Trump in the fandom is enough to get some people to try to 'kick' you out of the fandom.
I'm going to agree heavily with you here - when I was first introduced to the farms around 2016 (longtime lurker) it really started to open my eyes to the horrible behavior that's allowed. From the unapologetic deviant exhibitionism to the inaction of meaningful action against zoophiles, far too much is forgiven or swept under the rug, all for the sake of the coom.

Additionally, being here has grounded me in a sense. It's helped break that herd mentality you get after awhile of being a part of the mainstream. Here I have a voice and I can say & think whatever I damn well please, which is refreshing .

I hit my peak furry when I near-completely dissasociated with the Fandom after investing a lot of my time in Animal Control around 2019. With the zoo leaks, I felt so repulsed that I dropped off the face of the fandom, relinquishing any identity along with most contacts.

Now I exist just close enough to know good drama when I see it, but more often than not, horror.
I share it here where applicable, all without fear that some rabid dogfucker will go stalker on me. (Which happens more than you think - even for such a toxic place)

Also with the troon trend infesting any community it can, anyone who wants to be known there has to blindly follow their warpath. That or risk being exiled only to be welcomed by the likes of Foxler and other crazy fringe splinter groups.

It's all very fascinating and a great source of lolz :)
 
Eight years ago when I saw furries in real life not in a con setting acting like the same insufferable faggots as they do online, getting to see my boss' reaction to them almost made up for the second hand embarrassment.
 
I became disgusted with furries pretty soon after I joined their ""fandom"" as a lonely teen who just wanted to belong somewhere. Didn't take me long to understand that everyone else in it is a sex pest whose entire personality is their kinks.

I still love furry art of the sfw and nsfw varieties, but I won't touch the """fandom""" with a ten foot pole
 
I guess it's my time to bump this thread.
The peak for me was at 2016, after many years of trying to ignore this obsession of being a anthro-whatever, I decided to search for like-minded poeple on the internet - and I found them.

I was a timid, akward introvert that found myself with other, even more akward poeple then myself. They shared my feelings and dreams, and the escapism of it. I felt both happy and superior to these poeple: I can finally talk about these things with other poeple, and that my ability to socialize was greater than theirs. I felt , weirdly enough, like a person again.

Then came the porn. At first, I thought it was simply a small percentage of the majority, ruining it for the others. Then came the allegations. The degeneracy. The complete lack of morality, ethics or consideration of others. I saw what was a escapism fantasy, morph into real life child and dog predation.

I was disgusted, despised by the community allowing this. I saw what I really thought was a haven turn into a pit from hell. After that fiasco I dropped it entirely. The event made me take a long, hard look at myself and what I valued and uphold. I really thought for a long time that since I shared some aspects of the abusers, that I was going to be one. That implication ruined me.

I like to think that poeple can choose. People have agency. After all, isn't it the contents of the book that matter, not the pages it is torn from?
 
I'm seeing a lot of people in here feel obligated to repeat a certain sentiment: "It's fine if you like the porn, it's these other people I have a problem with".

For the people saying this: do you think that there's no causal connection here? You do realize that being a furry is an initiatory experience through several degrees, yes? Furry porn is just one of the lower degrees of initiation into that deeper, more inhuman mindset that you're all describing.

The purpose of multiple initiatory degrees is to gradually transform a person mentally into something else. The purpose of the first degree is to prepare you psychologically for the second degree, and so on. To remove inhibitions, add desires, change how you interpret the world, etc.

What you're really saying, when you say that furry porn is ok, is that it's ok to be between the 0th and 1st degree. But of course you'd say that! That's the overton window of the uninitiated! But once they finish that first initiation, and reach the 1st degree, that overton window shifts. That was the whole point. Now they're ready for gay ERP or a suit or something.

And what do those people say? "It's ok if you do gay ERP and have a suit, as long as you don't mess with kids or animals". And it's the same story all over again. I'm skipping a few degrees, but you get the point.

I'm not saying that abusing yourself to tiny toons is going to make you a pedophile animal rapist overnight. I'm saying that if you're not fighting the habit between degree 0 and 1, at least struggling with it or trying in some way, then you're just setting yourself up for an even worse struggle later on.

Saying "the porn is ok" has the effect of ceding the overton window one degree farther than you meant to, and it'll only get worse.
 
Bouncing off of what @Rosy Reptile is saying there, I think humans are really fucking bad at compartmentalizing their thoughts between actions and self discipline of any sort. I have to wonder if evolution plays a part because without any kind of consequence involved whether from others or reality, people can pursue a wide range of deranged behavior and justify it, this phenomenon could not exist in a time or place other than modern society. Someone who believes their thoughts and resulting actions only exist in a vacuum or echo chamber seem to have compounding negative effects even on non participants in their lunacy.
 
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My main problem with the furry community, as an outsider, isn't the degeneracy or sexual deviance but the refusal to own up to it. I really am quite live-and-let-live with what gets people off as long as all involved are consenting. Furries tend to deny that their fetish is anything other than family friendly apart from a few 18+ aspects at conventions that are appropriately segregated. There is a deep sexual throughline that runs through the whole community and trying to draw people in by insisting that it's squeaky-clean means that those people are not consenting participants.
 
When they mistook my chimp face for a mask. Try pulling at it one more time and I'll show that their face can be ripped off too.
 
Wew, a powerlevel thread, then?

For me it was a story in three parts. All of which happened in IRL meatspace in the late 2000s.

1. The time a guy (picture a bestubbled twink with serious gayface) just hopped right onto my lap. Yeah. There's me, just sitting there on a couch, and *thud*, a tightly jeaned ass is grinding on my dick. Zero context. Now, I was a more liberal minded person those days. But what went through my head was "get off my lap, you fucking faggot." It didn't turn me off furries quite yet, but it was definitely my first step down the Yellow Brick Road of homophobia. In hindsight it probably counted as sexual harassment, but I was young and stupid, and in my retarded country I 100% would have gotten charged with a hate crime had I done anything other than express mild surprise and push him off (which I did).

2. The time another guy (picture a flabby Pillsbury doughboy who could use a few pullups) would not shut up about his piss-drinking fetish. And I mean it. He WOULD. NOT. SHUT. UP. Even after I told him rather explicitly to fly a kite, he nonetheless insisted on leaning up right into my ear and whispering about how piss tastes. All this with a shit-eating (probably literally) grin on his fatass face. Now, unlike with the first incident, it was a turning point where I really began to hate furries in general.

3. The final straw. Was talking to a "therian", IRL (picture an unshaven incel with rotten teeth). I had the cold, hard moment of sobriety where I realized that I was sitting face to face with a lunatic. An actual, raving, delusional lunatic. And that if I did anything to question his delusions, it would be me who'd be treated as odd by everyone present. Not as dramatic as the first two instances, but that was the straw that broke the camel's back. I made my polite goodbyes later that evening, went home, and to this day I have never associated with furries ever again. I still vividly see that day in my mind, though I'm sure some KFers weren't even born when it occurred.

Thank you for reading my blog.
 
I didn't really care about whatever a "furry" was until I was exposed to Pokémon porn from casual browsing when I was a kid around 2005. I was hoping it was a fluke but it turned out all furries want to fuck the Pokémon.

Grudge hasn't left since lol
 
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