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I’m too deeply into it.”There are many kinds of furries, but they all seem to have a few things in common.
Something happened to them after a youthful encounter with Bugs Bunny or Scooby Doo or the mascot at the pep rally. After being bombarded by tigers telling them what cereal to eat, camels smoking cigarettes, cars named after animals, airplanes with eyes and smiles, shirts with alligators, they decided their fellow human beings were not nearly so interesting as those animal characters.
Not only were there others like them, they learned, but they were organized! Now, such gatherings as the Further Confusion convention in San Jose, California, and Anthrocon in Philadelphia, attract more than 1,000 furry hobbyists apiece.
(The Midwest Fur Fest is a smaller “con,” with about 400 attending.) There are other conventions, too—even summer camps. “Yiff” means sex, “yiffy” means horny or sexual, and “yiffing” means mating.
They role-play on a Web site called “Furry MUCK,” a chat-room kingdom where users pretend they’re red-tailed hawks, foxes, and polar bears. His nametag reads, shaggy, but his real name is Mike.
A high number of furries are bearded and wear glasses. Not all the conventioneers want people to know their full names, lest their bosses or parents find out what they’re up to on the weekends.
“Spooge” is semen—a possible outcome of a fur pile.
Welcome to the world of “furries”: the thousands of Americans who’ve gotten in touch with their inner raccoon, or wolf, or fox.
Judging from the Midwest Fur Fest, this is no hobby.
The moose—actually a man in a full-body moose costume—is here for a convention . Even the people in regular clothes have a little something (ferret hand puppet, rabbit ears) to set them apart from the ordinary hotel guests.
One man in jeans and a button-down shirt gets up from a couch in the lobby and walks over to the elevator, revealing a fluffy tail dragging behind him. Inside, a fellow is kissing a man with antlers on his head.
Now he writes a newsletter for Ohio Furs, an organization of furries with 87 members. I mean, you see a lot of people—I see them at work—who have no idea what they’re doing, or why, and they sit there and bang along from one hour to the next.