Section 1: So You Wanna Go Furry?
Do you have a face full of pimples, hidden coyly behind oceans upon oceans of rippling rolls of fat? Are you scrawny and malnourished-looking? Perfectly normal looking but have the social comprehension of a fridge? Have an exceptionally unhealthy work/life balance?
There's hope for you yet.
On the internet, you can be whoever you want to be, and sometimes you just want to be a hilariously endowed, sexually ambiguous black-and-red wolf named "Raven Bloodmoon".
Section 2: What Does Your Fursona Say About You?
I am completely unimaginative. I decided that a cat represents me because one day I looked over and saw my cat laying around and thought: "Man, that cat has a good life. All he does is eat and sleep and get cuddles and look adorable while doing it." And then I was like, "Wait a minute, all I do is eat and sleep and wish I could get cuddles".
My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Moms head was in Mums lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mums lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. You know you can talk to us about anything, Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.
I took a deep breath. Guys? I dont really know how to say this but, I think Im heterosexual.
The room went silent. Mum looked up from our satanic bible and pursed her lips. For a second, I thought she was going to reach out and slap me. In a tight voice, she said, You know how we feel about heterosexuals. We raised you to be