Short essay: Why my "fursona" is not a rat
This is an essay of sorts written originally to be shared only among real-world friends due to questions I had been receiving about its content. However, since it relates to the furry fandom (or at least, my association with it), I decided to post it here.
I’d like to make one thing perfectly clear: regardless of what species I roleplay as on the Internet, the truth is that in real life, I am not a zebra Pegasus at all—I am a rat.
I don’t know if I mean that in a metaphysical, spiritual, psychological, or metaphorical way, but I’m as certain of it as the Pope is of God.
Yet, despite this belief, and my involvement in a community in which roleplaying as any animal I please is almost the rule, I refrain from taking on the role of a rat.
Understandably, I’ve faced confusion for this—from furries who assume therians always play their theriotype, from therians who assume furry therians give them a bad name by roleplaying, and by unaffiliated parties who don’t understand either.
My choice of a persona species is different from my theriotype because, even if I were to give the character four legs and outrageously atavistic mannerisms—which would only serve to aggravate others—I would not be able to avoid anthropomorphizing it.
And I’m so very sick of anthropomorphic rats. In a way, I am one, so extremely personified that it is impossible to discern my tail or fur; they’re underneath. For all intents and purposes, I function as human; strip me down to my core and I am rat—and all the fear, piss, and blood that goes with it.
I don’t have to pretend to be what I am. And I don’t want to.