Last Week’s Old Town Fursuiting
Here’s some pics from my outing last week. I believe in this outing I had three people with me: Maus, Captain, and Captain’s brother. We only got pics of me really, but that’s kind of the point. So, I went around Old Town, my usual haunt, and took pictures with people.
It’s funny, nobody used to ever take selfies with me. They’d get somebody to take the picture while they stood next to me. Now it seems like people just want to selfie. I think someone actually used a selfie stick!
I saw two selfie sticks being sold at Walmart, and I was like, really? There’s just something about the selfie that doesn’t appeal to me. I don’t know if it seems narcissistic, or superfluous, but the whole thing just kind of comes across as dumb. Take a real picture you fool! You know, one where you’re standing wherever it is you are with something or someone.
I suppose it’s odd to me because when you go to attend a concert, let’s say, wouldn’t you want pictures of the concert? Not your face? That’s why you rarely see me in my photos (besides me being in my fursuit). I’m just not interested into being inserted into my photos, I’d rather they be about something or somebody (even if it is me).
A selfie kind of takes that away, it’s just your face coupled with a narrow view of your surroundings, usually accompanied by an explanation, “Guess where I’m at!” It just seems, superficial.
I’m making a judgment about selfies, but I’m not judging the people making the selfies. If that’s what they want to do, if that’s how they want to remember or share their lives more power to them. But, me? I don’t think I’ll be taking a purposeful selfie any time soon.
Walking around in a suit is fun. It’s an interesting experience.
I’m not one of those fursuiters who puts on the suit but doesn’t lose the inhibition. The worst thing, in my opinion, that you can do in a fursuit is stand bashfully immobile. What’s the point of wearing a fursuit? When I’m in my suit, I interact with people. It’s really amazing really some of the things that can happen. It’s almost as if I’m a part of everyone’s life in some small way, that I’m something bigger than myself. I can reach across normal boundaries and make people smile.
I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I love it.
Sometimes bad things can happen. On my first fursuit outing in Pearl Street this guy ran up behind me and started humping me. I have no idea what possessed him to do this, but it of course played into my obsessions. It was awful, but, I tried to take it in stride. Every once in a while when I’m walking around I hear someone talking about ‘yiffing’, and all that, well, crap.
Anyways, I met this awesome lady fursuiting:
She keeps re-appearing, she’s in my dreams! When I look out of our door into the dark hallway at night, I think I hear her breathing… When I shut my eyes all I can think of are her rosy cheeks. What’s the significance of the Starbucks cup? Why does this nightmare continue!?