Well, you’re not a very goodfellow at all, it seems! Is it time for your blood pressure medication already?
I don’t generally answer questions addressed to “sack of shit,” and you don’t get to order me to shut up, so in accordance with the new Pit rules, I cordially invite you to go suck… a lemon. It might make your mouth a little bit sweeter!
Also, if you’re going to make any more posts, kindly keep them short and punchy like that one. You’re so boring that once I get past the first paragraph of your hyper-offended tripe, I start getting drowsy. I bet you could make a ton of money if you hung out next to the Tylenol PM at the grocery store with a stack of your printed-out posts and a donation jar.
No need to thank me for that excellent business idea, by the way. Helping people is what I do!
You used the excuse that Robin Goodfellow called you a “worthless sack of shit” to avoid answering his question. So, without any invective or other commentary, I would like to ask essentially the same question:
neutron, please explain exactly how furries are some of the most disgusting people this side of the law. Use factually-based examples, with actual happenings. Note that portrayals of furries on TV shows are not considered “factually-based examples”.
300 pounds of flab covered in a heavy fur suit sweating like a pig, hole cut out of the crotch for easy access, fucking someone in a different fur suit. Deviant Art pages with drawings of foxes fucking horses fucking wolves fucking tigers. Do a Google image search for furries. If you can find one that’s actually physically attractive, it’ll be the first one I’ve ever seen.
I mean, damn, do I need to draw you a map to Gross Point Stank here? Is it really so necessary to fucking analyze this to death? Oh, wait. Forgot what board I was posting on. Of course it is.
In response to whatever dumb thing anyone has to say to that, I’ll remind you that these are my gut feelings, and they are immune to rationalizations, half-truths, and whatever else furries come up with to try and excuse their disorder to the public.
What it all comes down to is that sometimes it’s just fun to point and laugh. I swear that sensation is so alien to some of you that I could probably actually feel the fun being sucked out of a room in a big WHOOOSH when you enter. And you’d proceed to ask me why I was just laughing, then wag your finger and start some long argument about why my specific laughter is wrong, and here’s a laptop, wouldn’t you rather edit some Wikipedia articles instead, because that’s what I do for kicks!
Y’know, I actually empathize with her more because of this, being a hacker in the original sense (since the term furry, as previously pointed out to you, 90% of the time in reality and 0% of the time in mass media portrayals means, essentially, “fan of primarily anthropomorphic animals in art”). From the point of view of the majority of furries, the people you describe (fursuit fuckers and horse on wolf six-way orgies) have more or less attached themselves to the anthromorph fan community in order to gain for themselves some legitimacy.
So really, let’s stop quibbling about terminology and agree on pretty much what we appear to agree upon anyway–people who are fans of shit like Disney cartoons are maybe strange in the same way stamp collectors are strange (I don’t understand why you think that’s as fun as it is, but whatever), people who have sex in fursuits or draw sexualized anthro art are generally fun to point and laugh at because they’re messed up in a non-violent, non-threatening way that can generally be put away if they want to avoid fun-being-made-of (similar, in many ways, to scientologists or other fringe religions), and anything in between is probably negotiable based on any number of factors.
I think most people were pissed off at you for making fun of STG based on stuff that, y’know, she didn’t do. Like if you were a generally progressive, science-supporting, liberal Christian, and I started ripping on you for hating fags and evolution because Fred Phelps is a Christian too. Or if you were a middle of the road conservative who got ripped on like you were a few steps to the right of Bush.
People running around half-naked painting their bodies and faces with “team” colors or waving signs with funny slogans around. Boy, all those sports fans are sure disgusting. Of course, that’s just my “gut feeling”. And everyone knows that the actions of a few members of a group are a reason to condemn all members of a group.
As it so happens, I have attended a number of furry conventions, and some of the attendees were quite attractive. But of course, my experiences probably don’t matter to you, because I’m one of those disgusting furries who is just trying to rationalize my perverted disorder.
And thus we discover that Neutron Star’s idea of reality is based on fat fetishism and poorly remembered CSI episodes. The poor poor man. If only there was a medication for that, but alas the idea of leaving his house is undoubtedly impossible.
(I just surfed Anthrocon’s flickr account fer shits n giggles. Some DAMN impressive stuff there. I’d never wear a fursuit, but you have admire their dedication and hard work. Well, y’know, if you’re at least marginally sane that is.)
Actually, I’m not a big point-and-laugher. I’ve been pointed at plenty of times, though. I have a close friend who’s a point-and-laugher, but whenever he hangs out with the rest of my friends (assorted weirdos) he feels “square” and gets the sense that they don’t like him. In fact, all my friends do like him, and I think he’d feel less judged by them if he was less judgmental towards other people.
As for sucking all the fun out of the room, if you’re idea of fun is making fun of other people, then yeah, you probably wouldn’t enjoy hanging out with us. Please trust me when I tell you that we manage to have a great time without hurting other people’s feelings. I mean really, do you expect the person you’re pointing and laughing at to have as good a time as you are? Of course my friends and I give each other plenty of shit, but we can do that BECAUSE WE’RE ALREADY FRIENDS and we know there’s no real antagonism behind it. Mocking someone you’ve never met on a message board is hardly the same as a good-natured ribbing between friends.
I also imagine that it depends highly on whether or not you yourself were mocked for something that seemed pretty harmless that you did, whether it’s being gay, or having high grades, or (perversely, due to living in the honors dorm) missing the dean’s list a semester because you were setting intramural sack records, or whatever. If you have more experience of being judged harshly for effectively no reason aside from being in a “safe to taunt” crowd, you’re less apt IMHO to think randomly pointing and laughing at a group is recreational.
That said, my experience is the same as yours–I’d never use “gay” as an insult to a stranger, but I just got done with a message to a fraternity brother in which I referred to him as “a flaming bro-mosexual” because he made jokes about hanging out with other brothers as his only social life.
Preach it brother, sister, or whichever combination thereof best describes you.
Personally, I’ll take it one step further - I’d never call a straight (or unknown-orientation*) guy ‘gay’ - on the other hand, if one of my gay friends does something stereotypical - or REALLY stereotypically non-gay, I’ll bring it out. With a vengeance.
Before I came into this habit, I once accidentally outed a guy I didn’t even know wasn’t straight, let alone closeted, by making a joke - or, rather, I caused him to out himself by claiming I’d outed him. It was a bizarre, bizarre scene.
I’ve had the kinda opposite situation occur, we had about four closeted gay fraternity brothers, who were less than inclined to come out because we made a lot of random gay jokes like that. And then we got a openly gay brother from somewhere out west come in for grad school. When the jokes didn’t change frequency, or retarget onto the actual gay guy, pretty much everyone else came out of the closet that semester and no one was upset except mildly in they “hey, we’re bros, why didn’t you trust us sooner?” sense.