Via Courtney, Self-Proclaimed Princess of the Furries
The kitschy charm of Fursuit Bowling is one of those “two great things that taste great together” things, and if you have the opportunity to experience a furry bowling meetup, I highly recommend it. Recently, an older Tumblr post on the blog “Bullshit Mountain” has been updated and is making the rounds again, as seen on Xydexx’s Tumblr:
From the original post and its immediate comments…
WE WENT BOWLING AFTER DINNER FOR MY BIRTHDAY AND THERE WERE LIKE FORTY FURRIES THERE DOING, LIKE, SOMETHING OR ANOTHER I DON’T EVEN KNOW BUT THEY WERE BOWLING IN THEIR FURSUITS AND DOING VERY WELL ACTUALLY????? [sic]
so after posting this i found out that this is a thing that occurs monthly at this particular bowling alley because since this post BLEW RIGHT THE HELL UP and a few people found me and invited me to come back sometime?!?! this month’s furbowl (those are things, they’re called furbowls) happened to be last saturday and i was working a 12-hour closing shift that day but i showed up at the end of the night while they were already in the middle of the big group shot outside and they were about to disperse but i sprinted over asking them to hold still for just another second so i could get a picture and one of them screamed “YOU CAME BACK!!!!!!!” [sic]
…and a followup comment from user theotherguysride…
Like okay. I’ve got something to say about these people.
These people are /fucking rad/.
Furries get a harsh rep. Furries get stomped a lot in social media, in TV, as a subculture pushed to the very fringes. Because people don’t understand, don’t want to understand them. They are Other and therefore not to be trusted.
Fuck that noise. When I was in one of the shittiest parts of my life, the local Furry community that my (now ex, she was one of the crazy ones) girlfriend was a part of PULLED OUT THE STOPS to make me feel welcome, gave me shelter and food when I needed it, and saved my fucking life. I found myself more than once being greeted with cheers and laughter and inclusion, even though I myself am not a furry.
Stories like this though? I love. Because here is someone who clearly isn’t a Furry, but still gets to see and /display/ that utterly welcoming side of them. Every furry I have ever met has been inclusive, kind, and if not decent, then at least not evil for evils sake.
Damn, now I wish I had a furbowl in my area to show up to and talk to people with.
I’ve had some really bad conversations at work with some people, one of them a lady who came in tipsy and trapped me behind the register talking about her last hotel, apparently near a furcon. I wanted so badly to explain it, but I was at work., Ugh. I couldn’t say that those people are amazing and rad and creative, and so what. Humanity is overrated sometimes.
Do not fear the Other, when the Other so clearly wants you to be a part of it in a way that is safe, sane, and comfortable.
These are the kinds of things that make us proud to be furries. Keep it up, everyone! Be out there, be visible, and be awesome.