by Michæl W. Bard
©2005 Michæl W. Bard
Im not a furry.
ThereI said it. If you want you can all rush me now and throw me out the door with extreme prejudice.
I hope you dont though.
Im not a furry, but a whole bunch of my friends are furries. I enjoy their company. Theyre all fuzzy and floofy. And nice people. Theyve been a furry mirror in which I can see myself.
So, Ive decided to return the favor.
I intend to use this space to showcase my twisted view of the furry worldfrom the outside looking in. Yes, it is going to primarily concentrate on furry fiction, as fiction is what I have at least a little skill with, but other things will sneak in.
No, I wont always be nice, but I will give everything a fair critique. Im on your side after all!
So, to whet your appetite, to allow you to sharpen your fangs and claws, and to fill this out to something approaching the required word count, let me tell you some of the thoughts I already have in mind.
Next issue Ill start with my thoughts about furry worlds. Why start at the bottom!? Sadly, far too many of them are nothing but blatant wish-fulfillment fantasies; perfect paradises where everyfur joins manipulative appendages (hands, talons, etc) to sing Kum-ba-yah, living in perfect harmony, regardless of species. All I can say to that is to point out humanitys record, and weve only had skin color to worry about!
After that will be the debate between humans in fursuits and furries. Since too many people write about putatively furry characters which are indistinguishable from humans with movie-monster-type makeup jobs, therell be suggestions as to how to avoid that.
And, after that, well just have to see...