I am a furry. I really hate it when people hear the word furry , they think " oh god he likes to dress in a costume and have sex in a costume". Unfortunatly, my mom is one of these people. A little while after i came out to everyone, i told her i was a furry. The conversation proceded as follows:
Hey mom, i'm a furry.
No you're not.
Yes i am.
Do you want to have sex in a costume.
No.
Then you're not a furry.
End of conversation.My mom was one of those people who hated stereotypes.But when she told my this, i felt horrible.I am not one of those furry's. Actually only 15% of furry's do that.i am one of those furry's who have a fursona and they have the spirit and qualities of that animal.I really don't like to share my deeper thoughts, but when she told me i wasn't, we got into a huge fight afterwards.During which she told me " that i thought i was ever so special because i had just came out to everyone.Well the deep part is that i almost commited suicide later that night.But i worked through it in the following hours and i am still here.