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Turpitude posted:Not really. A little bit of psychosis and sometimes it can trigger Schizophrenia in people who are prone to it. But it's rare. TOP EDIT: Accidentally page sniped, I think--didn't pay attention to thread flow. I like weed, too. I have not noticed any nasty effects, but then again I smoke maybe once a week, max. I use it mainly for menstrual pain and anxiety. ... All the DID discussion a few pages back got me to thinking about my biological father. I don't really talk about him a lot because he's no longer a part of my life, but holy poo poo. (I might have made a post about him at some point, actually, and if so, I'm sorry for repeating myself. I can't find if I did or not so I'll just be brief.) Okay, so similar to the whole DID "so rare we sometimes wonder if it's real"-thing, a lot of people (in the U.S., anyway) don't treat sociopathy that EXACT way, but people still call bullshit a lot. Like, we believe sociopathy is real, we just seem to think no one who has it... has it. At least in my admittedly limited experience. Mental illness is a huge issue in my family. My mother has bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder. My sister has bipolar type 2 and narcissistic personality disorder. My stepdad suffers from depression. One of my mother's sisters had bipolar disorder, another suffered from crippling OCD and another from chronic Trichotillomania (she pulled out her hair a lot). I suffer from PTSD, dissociative disorder and acute anxiety disorder. Mental illness is all wound around my family tree like loving holly. So it's no surprise that my sexually abusive biodad has a severe mental disorder. He's a sociopath, clinically diagnosed during the divorce proceedings by a court-appointed psychiatrist. He's not a movie sociopath who goes out and murders people, but a real one, who doesn't care whom he hurts as long as he gets what he wants, because everyone was put on earth for him. He seems really nice and friendly when you first meet him. A handsome, in-shape older man with thick hair and big eyes. He has a big, friendly smile and he's always ready to share his weed. He's very crafty, always making sure to befriend vulnerable people, like a Scientologist might. It usually takes about a month or two and then he's hooked this vulnerable, scared person pretty much for life unless someone intervenes. To make this brief, here is a list of the crazy poo poo he's done/said: -Told my mother he was a vampire, in all seriousness. I honestly think he believed it at the time, because then he tried to bite her neck. -"Admitted" to killing a convenience store owner in some smaller island country while he was in the Navy, on active duty; his buddy at the time, who was supposedly present for the murder, killed himself when he was discharged--neither one of them were in a war. My biodad thought the whole thing was hilarious because he killed the guy with his own baseball bat that he used for protection. -Watched graphic, hardcore porn while my sister was sitting on the couch next to him and I was in my crib. -Fed my sister peach Schnapps to "see what would happen" -Gave me beer at age five, again, to "see what would happen" -Got my sister hooked on Vicodin when she was 13. Say what you want, but that stuff is really addictive to a kid, and he never bothered to help her off of it. Her drug problems started up a year later, and to this day she still suffers from heroin addiction, alcoholism, and a host of other drug problems. -Used my sister to peddle weed on her high school campus. -Told me to put more meat on my bones because he "liked larger women," then turned around three years later and married a tiny woman with Lupus. The perfect dream woman for him, because her disease kept her mostly confined to the house. When her parents died simultaneously he took total control of her medication. -Kept me awake long hours when I was growing up and was forced, by court order, to visit him on the weekends. He would make me stay awake by shaking my bed or clapping his hands in my face, and would say all sorts of weird stuff, most of which I don't even remotely remember, the rest I don't even want to repeat. -Smacked me on the rear end regularly for years, no matter how many times I begged him not to, in tears, because it made me so uncomfortable. Said I was "his girl" and he could do what he liked. God there is so much more but now this is just more depressing than interesting. Umm... he was a freemason, and it was weird because he'd get a call from "them" and then do fifty pushups for his "manhood." And then he'd use them all later for whatever he needed. It was weird. Sociopathy is bizarre.
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Let me tell you about my ex boyfriend. We were both cosplayers, and his 'thing' at the time was Loki. He insisted he looked like Tom Hiddleston because of his hairline (in all actuality he just had long greasy hair and was hopelessly lost in forehead land) and all he gave a poo poo about was his Loki cosplay. I'm pretty sure he was autistic in some way because he was horrendously obsessive with his fixations and was... just 'off' in general. Never got social cues, never looked anyone in the eye, fits of rage at slight schedule changes, that sort of stuff. I was an Avengers fan (the movie was still fresh at this point) and we actually met through the Avengers cosplaying stuff -- but I was nowhere near his level. He'd do things like spend $400 on those special figurines and then miss his rent payments because he spent rent on... Loki poo poo. Anyway, we're having sex one night and all of a sudden he says "I was burdened with glorious purpose." Like whispers it. In my ear. I think he's joking so I just laugh it off and we keep going and then he does it again. And keeps doing it.  Uh what are you doing? Treating you like the insignificant quim that you are. No, seriously, what the gently caress? What? You like this, don't you? No. Oh come on, it turns you on.I've never rolled out of bed so quickly. He broke up with me over the phone a month later while I was in the hospital suffering head trauma.
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Haymaker_Betty posted:creepdad Aw, man. There was nothing in that post that wasn't frightening. I'm glad you don't have contact with that man anymore!
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DicktheCat posted:Aw, man. There was nothing in that post that wasn't frightening. Yeah, seriously, gently caress that guy. The story has a happy ending: I stopped calling him, abruptly. He has no idea why I stopped talking to him, and I'm sure he wonders about it a lot because he REALLY thought he could control me like my sister. He'll never know why 
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Haymaker_Betty posted:Yeah, seriously, gently caress that guy. The story has a happy ending: I stopped calling him, abruptly. He has no idea why I stopped talking to him, and I'm sure he wonders about it a lot because he REALLY thought he could control me like my sister. He'll never know why There's a thread in E/N for abusive/crazy parents you might want to check out instead of posting about your lovely parents in the anime crazies thread. I mean, unless your dad thought he was Thor and ran around in his underwear holding a foam hammer while you were growing up. If he did you could post about that instead of going down the route you did with posts about your mother.
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Horrible Smutbeast posted:There's a thread in E/N for abusive/crazy parents you might want to check out instead of posting about your lovely parents in the anime crazies thread. I mean, unless your dad thought he was Thor and ran around in his underwear holding a foam hammer while you were growing up. If he did you could post about that instead of going down the route you did with posts about your mother. Sorry, I'll consider that in the future. I thought it fit with the current flow of the thread.
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Haymaker_Betty posted:Sorry, I'll consider that in the future. I thought it fit with the current flow of the thread. It's true it sort of fits with our current thread, but it might fit better in the abusive/crazy parent thread. Personally, I've got no problem with you posting it here, but then again it's not my thread. Either way, I'm glad you're no longer in contact with him and that your life is hopefully much improved because of this. Is your sister still being controlled by him though? Or did she do the sensible thing like you and break contact?
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Haymaker_Betty posted:Sorry, I'll consider that in the future. I thought it fit with the current flow of the thread. No problem, I know last time you posted about a parent it went down a rabbit hole that sort of scared and confused most of us. The thread in E/N is good if you need to get it all out and share weird rear end stories about crazy parents though, and it's a good place to get some support over it too.
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JohnOfOrdo3 posted:It's true it sort of fits with our current thread, but it might fit better in the abusive/crazy parent thread. Personally, I've got no problem with you posting it here, but then again it's not my thread. Either way, I'm glad you're no longer in contact with him and that your life is hopefully much improved because of this. Is your sister still being controlled by him though? Or did she do the sensible thing like you and break contact? Horrible Smutbeast posted:No problem, I know last time you posted about a parent it went down a rabbit hole that sort of scared and confused most of us. The thread in E/N is good if you need to get it all out and share weird rear end stories about crazy parents though, and it's a good place to get some support over it too. I guess I figured the "my girlfriend tried to kill me" was way worse than "my abusive biodad who was crazy and I don't talk to him anymore," but I should have remembered that family stuff always makes people look at it differently. My whole family is sort of really dysfunctional, and I use humor to cope with it, but I'm not exactly happy about it. I just don't want to be a drama queen and talk about how sad it makes me on an internet forum, so I'm trying to frame it in a funny way. I've been doing it for so long, sometimes I forget that only the people who've known me a long time think the stories are at all funny. So I don't leave people hanging, I'll just say, yeah, my sister is still messed up. We're all trying our best to help her, but my mom and stepdad have their own mental issues and are barely equipped to help themselves, and her and I do not have a good relationship for lots of reasons. I won't talk about it anymore after this. Here, happy middle school memories. No anime, just weirdness: There was a girl in middle school who would always have crushes on any boy I talked about, immediately. She would make up elaborate stories about them meeting up after school and doing totally tame stuff, like going to the mall together and playing minigolf. I don't think she was trying to make me jealous or anything, she just really wanted to be included in the conversation. On the rare occasion that I dared talk to a boy I liked, he didn't even know her name, despite her story about them going to Six Flags together, where he stopped her from falling out of a rollercoaster. It was really bizarre, and kind of adorable, because she was smart, nice, and well-adjusted about literally everything else. Just boys made her crazy, I guess. Oh, and one time she said she had a crush on the one boy I dated in middle school, but wrote me a note telling me not to worry, because what she and him had would be "frozen in time."
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Had a friend in school who would always tell ridiculously embellished stories about boys she knew, and the flirty stuff they did together. Mostly this was normal dumb teen girl stories, except she would also make up these stories about her male cousins. And her stepbrother. It was kind of sad in retrospect... a relationship with a dude was only validated if they were sexually attracted to her.
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I don't know if this thread's petered out or not, but I've got stories to share. I hope I don't regret posting them. Let me tell you about Arty. Arty is a dude I met in high school. He's very intelligent, but has the common sense of a potato. He's also easily excitable. Despite his intelligence, he is like a giant child. He may also recognize all of these stories, because he might be reading this. Now, I never bought into most of Arty's bullshit, but I hung out with him for shits and giggles. He used to claim that the world was going to "tip" and we were going to end up in fantasy-land with elves and dragons and poo poo after a huge war. Not as, like, a role playing thing (he did LARP), but as a real thing. Alright, fine. The thing that pissed me off is how he'd constantly start in-fighting amongst my friends over regular "mundane" poo poo, like claiming a friend had taken credit for art I'd created. The issue with this is that that flavor of bullshit is believable, and the reason I don't deal with him any more. I was fine if he wanted to pretend he was a chaos wizard who controlled hurricanes (yes, he claimed he and several friends of his controlled the weather), but causing me and our other friends to get into arguments with each other was crossing a line. Arty was not 100% bad. He was pretty generous with his friends, he'd share whatever he had with you. He'd give you the shirt off his back if he thought you needed it. I think he had a good heart, but it ended up obscured by all of his delusions, sperging out, and drug use. He liked to claim he had mad hacking skills. The truth is that he was a competent hacker, but he was not the l33t H4xx0r he liked to claim he was. The not-truth was his whole bullshit about corporate espionage and the government catching up to him and blah blah blah. I'm Not A Furry, Really Arty tried to hide the fact that he was a gigantic furry. He wasn't fooling anyone. Especially since he made cat noises all the time, and liked to dress up in cat ears, and had people draw him as a cat, and played Furcadia BUT HE WASN'T A FURRY OK? After I went away to college, Arty decided to move across the country to the Midwest to be with an underage (I think she was 17?) girl that he met on FurAffinity. She thought that she was truly a daughter of Anubis, for real, and that her and her sisters would take their true forms when magic came back to the world and her father returned. Or some poo poo like that. I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention, at the time. She also played Furcadia. She commissioned artwork from me quite a few times - drawings of her fursona, an Egyptian style jackal lady with angel wings. I didn't complain, because $$$, and it got me other commissions for other weird furry poo poo off of Furcadia. Look, I was a poor college student, ok? Arty kept telling me how awesome this girl's breasts were, and B cups were the best breasts, and how she trimmed her pubic hair, and 500 other TMI details I didn't loving want to know  . I didn't know whether to report poo poo to the authorities, or what, but due to the age range it was technically legal in the state that he was in. He was living with her and her mother, who was a hoarder. Also, Arty insisted her ex boyfriend, who was trying to win her back, was a terrible rear end in a top hat. Pot, kettle, etc. Anyway, she got back together with the ex and kicked him out, so he returned back "home".When he returned, he promptly crashed his motorcycle and hosed himself up pretty bad. One of our friends forced him to go to the hospital (he was refusing... in retrospect, probably because he'd been drunk/high/on some sort of illicit substance), where they doped him up pretty good. I don't know if he incurred some sort of brain damage that made things worse, or what, but he continued down his own personal rabbit hole. Also, I Am Actually A Dragon I recall that some time after that, we were on the way from my dorm to his apartment (in another city) because our WoW guild was having a get-together. He was driving, since I didn't own a car. It was a little bit of a drive, about an hour. We're moving at well above the speed limit, and he kept pulling out his drat phone and texting. You know that thing you do where you jam your foot into the floor like there's an invisible brake there? I was doing that. We're about halfway there, when Arty goes, "I'm a dragon." This actually came sort of out of the blue. I'd been spacing out because I'm not super talkative on car trips anyway. I just went, "What?" "I'm really a dragon. See? I can change my face. Can you see the dragon face over my face?" I decided that I didn't want to argue with him about whether he was or was not truly a dragon while we were going 95 miles down a highway at 10pm. "...sure." He went on to inform me that he had super senses that let him know where the speed traps on the highway were. Not that the reason he'd know would be because he'd been pulled over a million times and probably had a good idea of where they would most likely be. "What about the helicopters?" "Oh, I can sense those too." Alright, sure, whatever. We arrive, and the party starts the next afternoon. There is a great deal of booze involved. We liked to get drunk in real life and in-game and run noobs through dungeons while hammered. We always told them we were hammered ahead of time, so whether or not they took up our offer was really up to them. I'm kind of impressed that, most of the time, we were able to keep them alive. This is also the same party where I hear Arty yell, "HEY LOOK AT THIS!" and glance away from my screen long enough to see him starting to pour a bottle of Bacardi 151 into the bonfire we'd started. Bacardi 151 is flammable, as you well know. Arty did not anticipate HOW flammable. I felt like everything was going in slow motion as I watched the line of fire run up the stream of alcohol and reach the bottle in his hand. Thankfully, for being a huge goony goony goon, Arty had pretty good reflexes and threw the bottle before it exploded. We made it through the party with no fatalities, so I guess it was a success. A side note about my WoW guild: one of the guild officers was a morbidly obese hoarder with something like 8 cats. She was constantly starting fights in the guild (I can't even remember what they were about because I ignored anyone who started drama). She was also constantly trying to trick guild members into coming over to her house. I believe Arty went over there a grand total of one time. She was too crazy even for him. I wish I'd paid more attention to ~*~GUILD DRAMA~*~ so I had some hilarious/terrible stories about her... but, alas. Arty liked to wander around on the server we mainly played on and do explicit Erotic RP "ironically". He had a bazillion night elf alts. It got to the point where I'd see random people I didn't even know bitching about all of the goddamn female night elf ERPers on the server. I'm pretty sure they were all just Arty, though. Arty And The Hippies Arty ended up living near my college campus with two weird... well, let's call them hippies. One of them designed microchips or something, so he made pretty decent money. Their house is about what you would expect two hippies' houses to look like, and they all bathed about as much as you would expect. They practiced poi, so they were constantly setting themselves and everything around them on fire. They also looooooved psychadelics. Arty had been way into raves for a few years, at this point, and I was beginning to suspect that he was a little bit fried. Arty was also actually really good at chemistry, and didn't seem to be paying rent there, so I have an idea of what sort of exchange may have been going on in leiu of rent Eventually, he had to move. I don't know what happened, but suddenly the hippies were Big Meanies. I couldn't see them being assholes about anything, because they were super chill, so I figured it was probably something Arty did. Pretty much everyone had kicked Arty out at this point. My mother and I felt kind of bad for him, so we let him stay with us. The problem was that he really did not make much of an effort to get a job, and spent most of his time a)finding weed, b)loving with his motorcycle (he was trying to mod it to look like a cat) or c)trying to grow weed without me or my mother figuring out what he was doing (no, you are not going to grow tomatoes on our lanai with that setup) which was the last straw. We both told him that he had to leave. I wasn't sure where Arty went after that. He resurfaced on Facebook with a tl;dr apology letter that his therapist apparently recommended he write. He seems to be way more functional right now, found an age-appropriate girlfriend, and is still into the rave scene. At least he seems happy 
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Actually A Cat posted:At least he seems happy quote:I wish I'd paid more attention to ~*~GUILD DRAMA~*~ so I had some hilarious/terrible stories about her... but, alas. Please share more stories about Arty if you think of them 
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Actually A Cat posted:The problem was that he really did not make much of an effort to get a job, and spent most of his time a)finding weed, b)loving with his motorcycle (he was trying to mod it to look like a cat) What was he doing to make it look like a cat, I have to know. That tidbit just made this even more enchanting.
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Effexxor posted:
Prior to this, Arty had rigged his motorcycle with a speaker system so that he could blast J-Pop while he rode. I am dead serious. While he was crashing with me, he started some work with the front of the motorcycle. He'd cut some almond shaped holes out for the "eyes", covered and sealed them with something clear so they weren't just open, and then rigged up some LEDs so that the "eyes" lit up. He was going to do some custom paint work to flesh out the "face" and add a few strategic LEDs along the 'whiskers' so that basically at night it looked like a panther with glowing eyes. I think there was some LED under-lighting involved, gently caress if I know. I don't really know where the headlight factored into all of this. I clearly don't know jack about bikes, but I'm pretty sure all of those LEDs weren't street legal. I didn't get to see the project come to fruition. No idea where the motorcycle ended up, either. Now that I've thought about that, I also recall that his plan for his car also involved naked cat-girls painted along the sides. I admit that I sketched a "mockup" for him because I thought it was hilarious and ridiculous as hell and I wanted to see how far he'd take it. If Arty had rolled in one day in his ancient caddy with naked cat-girls on the side, blasting Morning Masume at full volume, I think I would have died of laughter and would not be posting in this thread today. E: My brother also informed me that he was also trying to grow mushrooms while he was crashing with us. I forgot about that. Oh, and also that he had a conversation with Arty where Arty tried to convince him that there was "safe meth"  Actually A Cat fucked around with this message at 09:14 on Nov 26, 2013 |
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I also may come to regret this. But Arty and Abby are just so inspiring!  When I first moved back to the city I'm living in now, I hung out a lot with an old high school buddy and his at-the-time girlfriend. Let's call them Juan and Leah for fakesies. One of Juan's friends also lived nearby, who I'm calling Clay, and we formed a group that hung out often. Clay and I became fast friends. He has his weird quirks and social awkwardness; I'm not one to talk, so we meshed just fine. But the guy lacks self-awareness while at the same time is very sensitive to how he is perceived. So Clay is... he's a special, special snowflake, that one. Clay believes in conspiracy theories. Like, all of them. Which is fine, I'm willing to hear stories about lizard people, the Illuminati, secrets behind 9/11, and whatever else "The Truth" is. But one time, I made the mistake of not stifling a chuckle, to which Clay, who up until this point has been cool, glared and asked tersely "what, you think I'm crazy?" I figured everyone has the right to believe in something, so I apologized and put it in my mind that this is his thing, and I need to respect his views. That should've been it, right? No. As time went on, Clay turned any conversation into aliens, government brainwashing, shadow organizations, and whatnot all the goddamn time. Clay also believes in astral projections, ghosts, shadow people, and other forms of supernatural experiences. He has seen the fifth dimension via astral projection, so everyone doesn't have the same universal knowledge as him. It's not my thing, but that's okay; we all have our own thang, right? Noo, according to Clay. I made the mistake of not seeing the world like he does, and as a result, I'm hampering his ability to manifest his bliss onto the world. And as time went on, Clay turned any conversation into the occult, religion, mysticism, and whatnot all the goddamn loving time. Clay also aspires to be an actor. And model. And filmmaker. And writer. Only I've never seen him do any of this, except for one video we did in high school -- and that film sucked balls. So I talked with him about his interest in attending film scho--NOOO, according to Clay. He already has all that poo poo figured out, and just needs to manifest it. I, of course, have my doubts, but knowing him at this point, I decided to neither encourage this nor point out why this isn't working. Only, as time went on, Clay turned any conversation into his acting, his stories, and how he already knows the ending All. The. Goddamn. loving. Time. So one day, Juan, Clay, and I are shooting the poo poo when the subject turned to demons and possessions. Clay started to go on about this, and I'm probably visibly not buying it. So suddenly, Clay asks "I'm sensing negativity from you, W." I suck at lying, so I underplayed it and said "yeah, a little bit." Clay just glared. That was the last straw on the camel's back for him. The next day, Juan, Leah and I are hanging out at their place when suddenly, Clay comes in with something really important. Turns out he's written a letter, and he'd like it if we let him finish before we say anything (uh-oh). He starts by saying it's been an emotional roller coaster (oh no), then began declaring his appreciation for Juan and Leah, and how cool they've been (Ohhh no). He then gets to me, and starts with "I know we've been hanging out (Shiiii--), but W, you need to gently caress off (--iiit!)" He went on a rant about how good of an actor he is, how I'm keeping him from his bliss, and how I'm constantly criticizing his writing (keeping in mind that, again, I never saw any of his writing ever). Then he proceeded to call me out for looking at porn, which is weird on so many levels because, well, re-read that last sentence. I waited until he finished; partially because he requested it, partially because I don't want to get into some ugly crap at Juan and Leah's as a guest, and partially because holyshitwhatishappeningrightnow? So instead, I just say "I'm sorry you feel that way, but you know I'm looking out for you, right?" That got another rant about me always twisting his words so I make him sound like the bad guy. So now, I'm stuck between starting to get pissed off and not wanting to engage. Leah, who is sitting on the couch next to me, decided to mentally check out. Juan tried to calm Clay down, and only succeeded in getting into a small debate. Clay then throws the letter into the trash and leaves. The next day, Juan and I were walking and doing a post mortem of what happened. Turns out after I left, Juan dug into the trash to see what Clay wrote... and it was just gibberish, with little re-affirming notes on the side like "you are right, Clay" and "manifest your own bliss!" We both concluded that Clay needs a time out so he can sort himself out. Well, happy end. After a while, he starts hanging out with us again. He apologized, saying he was projecting things on to me, and he was letting bad influences get to him. While he'll still go on to have his moments (the bad trip during Christmas where he began crying for help; the many, many little dick things he'd do like never tipping; the legendary Shadows Over Camelot game where he simultaneously pissed off 5 players and made super uncomfortable glares at everyone), we somehow remained friends still.
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Hahaha, what. Don't assume it's over. Clay sounds like he's just getting warmed up. He is a source of future treasures, just waiting to be mined. Please ask him what he thinks about gangstalking. Not to steal your thunder, but I remembered one last story about Arty: Arty's Furry Stalkers I had an art table at an anime convention, where I was taking commissions. Arty was also attending the con, and spent the time he wasn't hanging out at my table wandering around the convention. My brother and Arty's girlfriend were also attending, and my brother was wandering around with him ("for about 5 seconds"). Now, Arty could be a gigantic dick and do dickish things, and was a walking drama bomb. There were other times when his heart was in the right place, but he was incapable of expressing it in a socially acceptable manner. Arty had seen a 13 or 14 year old girl in a Sailor Moon costume walking around carrying a sign that said "GLOMP ME". Like any anime convention, this one was full of sweaty, creepy, inappropriate neckbeards, and the poor girl was oblivious to exactly what her sign meant. When Arty saw her with the sign, he apparently ran over and, as my brother states, "Sperged out over the definition of 'glomp'". Arty, bless his heart, was trying to explain to this young girl exactly what "glomp" meant, and why she should not be holding that sign and walking around with it in a convention full of creepy neck-beards and self-styled 'Otaku'. He apparently went on about it at length, but in his own misguided way, I think he was trying to help. He then took the sign away from her and sent her on her way. Arty was also self aware enough to understand that 'Otaku' was a derogatory term and tell people that they were idiots for calling themselves one. Unfortunately, running around a North American anime convention and yelling at people for calling themselves otaku is not the best way to make yourself welcome, especially when you're not much better yourself. Now, this is the same guy who wanted to dress up in a cat costume and be led through the convention on a leash by his girlfriend. At some point, he must have 'endeared' himself to the furries at the convention (why are there always furries at anime conventions?) because a while later, Arty runs up to my table and ducks down behind it. I had a dropcloth over it, so basically Arty was hiding behind my art table. A few seconds after that, several people in elaborate fur suits - I'm talking full custom mascot-style brightly colored fur suits - round the corner. They look like they're looking for somebody. They turn another corner and disappear from view. After the coast is clear, Arty stands up again. "Those guys are crazy. They've been following me through the convention." "What did you do?" I ask. Because Arty has always done something. The furries must have heard him, because a giant blue wolf peeks out from behind the corner behind him. I make eye contact... as much as you can make eye contact with a mascot outfit. The blue wolf raises a finger and shushes me. Arty turns around. The giant blue wolf, who is probably something like 6'3 in his full mascot outfit, bounds toward Arty with his arms open. Arty screams like a small child and sprints in the opposite direction and around the corner. The wolf turns and looks at me, and then pantomimes bending down on his knees and laughing. He waves, turns around, and walks away.
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Actually A Cat posted:"Those guys are crazy. They've been following me through the convention." That sounds absolutely hilarious. Straight out of a Scooby Doo episode or something silly like that.
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Actually A Cat posted:I make eye contact... as much as you can make eye contact with a mascot outfit. The blue wolf raises a finger and shushes me. You shared a moment with that fursuiter  Treasure it, or something. Egad, how long do you have to spend in a fursuit before you figure out that you're better off pantomiming your feelings than trying to talk all muffled-like to people?
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Now I'm wondering how many people there are that go around in fursuits with the explicit purpose of loving with people. Like whatever that blue wolf was doing and maybe just going to cons to make people feel uncomfortable on purpose, but not buying into any of the other furry stuff. Just some person that paid $300~ for a purple wolf/fox/dragon/hybrid with heterochromia eyes and big, creepy smile not because that's their "fursona" or whatever but because they feel it is the most off-putting option without also wearing a giant diaper the whole time.Actually A Cat posted:why are there always furries at anime conventions? I'm pretty sure there's at least a couple at any con period, regardless of "appropriateness" (it's never appropriate).
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Nov 27, 2013 17:16
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Serperoth posted:That sounds absolutely hilarious. Straight out of a Scooby Doo episode or something silly like that. That was my initial reaction too! A 6'3" guy dressed as an anything is just holding a bloody knife away from re-enacting that last crazy part with the guests from The Shining.
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Nov 27, 2013 18:03
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Brightman posted:Just some person that paid $300~ for a purple wolf/fox/dragon/hybrid Try again - a full body fursuit will set you back $1-2k on average.
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Nov 27, 2013 18:46
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moerketid posted:Try again - a full body fursuit will set you back $1-2k on average. I feel like his ignorance is more laudable than your knowledge in this instance.
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Nov 27, 2013 18:49
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moerketid posted:Try again - a full body fursuit will set you back $1-2k on average. BizarroAzrael posted:I feel like his ignorance is more laudable than your knowledge in this instance. Admittedly I'm aware that this kind of thing could get that pricey, as we all know mermaid tails can run up to six grand, but I'm assuming someone that's doing this for a laugh wouldn't go that far. Like maybe a semi-decent head, but just a fleece jumpsuit or whatever for the rest, or wear "normal" clothes with a furry head and maybe gloves. Said clothes would be average con stuff, but horrible in any other setting.
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Nov 27, 2013 19:13
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Brightman posted:Admittedly I'm aware that this kind of thing could get that pricey, as we all know mermaid tails can run up to six grand, but I'm assuming someone that's doing this for a laugh wouldn't go that far. Like maybe a semi-decent head, but just a fleece jumpsuit or whatever for the rest, or wear "normal" clothes with a furry head and maybe gloves. Said clothes would be average con stuff, but horrible in any other setting. The head is the most expensive part though. You're talking minimum $600 for something that doesn't look like a beatup shoebox covered in carpet samples. I know this because my ex became a really obsessive fursuiter a few years into our 6 year relationship. I have some nasty rear end stories but they don't belong in this thread, maybe just a "generally awful and gross people" thread..some of it is so god drat nasty I wouldn't even want to type it up due to having to remember it all again.
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Nov 27, 2013 19:17
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Oooh boy moerketkid, do I have just the thread for you! Please, regale us! At least, regale us with that you care to recall. I know I want to read. Been in touch with Denise recently. She has a new harem of anime husbandos, having ousted the yaoi game atrocity and replaced him with ones from some new thing. I can't even remember who they were. I'll have to ask.
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Nov 27, 2013 19:59
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moerketid posted:The head is the most expensive part though. You're talking minimum $600 for something that doesn't look like a beatup shoebox covered in carpet samples. Oddly I have a similar situation which I was quoting from, but I checked again and blatantly forgot a 0 from their pricing. The situation differs in the fact that I wasn't dating her, my roommate was, and this all sorta came out of nowhere. Looks like average from her is like $2400, for the ploy I was talking about it'd be like $1400, $640 for just a head (oddly specific there). Thus the idea of people doing this for a laugh is probably just that, and it's just a bunch of weirdos in "mascot" costumes. You know what, screw it, there's enough for this to be a story I think. Let's see...fake names...fake names...okay my roommate Don dated Samantha while we were in college. Her roommate...Rebecca and her were really into anime and Pokemon, and they sorta remind me of those girls from that foam video, so that's what we're dealing with here. Other than that they were really nice, fairly pretty, and liked playing video games with us so we let most of the other stuff slide. Both of them were art majors and later one specialized in Fabrics and the other in Printmaking, I think you can figure out which one went with which. So we basically hanged out throughout college, my roommate and Samantha actually broke up like a semester or two into their relationship, and Rebecca had a thing for me when the feeling wasn't mutual, but everyone stayed friends somehow. Every year the anime club, rpg (D&D) club, and computer gaming club would have a few parties together, and they were usually costume parties. Samantha would frequently go as a Pokemon, usually it'd be one of those costumes where it's a hood with ears or whatever, so not a full mask, but the last one was a costume she had made for an anime con based off of Princess Mononoke. It was a big white wolf costume. Fairly realistic looking, was a quadruped, so she had...hand stilts? Crutches? Rebecca was dressed like Princess Mononoke which was neat looking, but Sam being in the wolf costume was uncomfortable for everyone (the handstilt/crutches rig sorta sucks apparently). End of school comes up and her final project deal is a mascot costume, one I think she actually ended up selling to a school, didn't really look like a fursuit, looked like a mascot, I guess. Didn't have that face the fursuits all seem to have at least, plus it was wearing athletic gear. So people graduate, we go our separate ways due to jobs being in different places and such, and time passes. I look them up and Rebecca has a job in a print studio and loves it, and Samantha has her own business making mascot costumes. Looking at her work it's clear the first 3 or 4 were legitimate mascots for schools or businesses and then furries found her and started submitting commissions. So I mention it to Don and he says that he noticed this too and we start to theorize if Sam is also a furry, or it's just what it seems to be. Some more time goes on and her website gets a cartoon mascot that's like half koala, half ferret and a little while later she has a blog post about how it's her "fursona". The discussion me and Don are having then changes to whether or not it's a kink thing or not. That's still in the air, he confirms it wasn't even close to being a thing back when they dated at least, but whatever. The semi-crazy thing to me about it is she's super talented and her work is great, but the content sucks. She also does some realistic stuff that's extra disturbing kind of in an uncanny valley sort of way. Related tangent: For one of the parties they made a pinata that was a giant rice ball (onigiri) but they used stuff like plaster and chicken wire to construct it. Someone had a wooden practice katana there, because of course they loving did, so that was used to try a bust it open. After an hour this was determined to be loving impossible, and we only managed to pierce a small hole in it before just taking it down and tearing it open enough that we could pour the candy out. Part of me wishes they had been trying to legitimately troll the party but I know better.
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Nov 27, 2013 20:27
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Wow. Did Arty ever tell you what he did?
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Nov 27, 2013 21:22
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Serperoth posted:That sounds absolutely hilarious. Straight out of a Scooby Doo episode or something silly like that. I didn't even start laughing until it was over. While it was actually happening, it felt surreal. Arty never mentioned it and wouldn't talk about it, so I never found out what he did that earned him a trolling from furries. And let's be honest - when furries are trolling you, you might want to reassess your life. Brightman posted:
If she's really good at it, and enjoys it, and is making a living off of it... well, is that really so bad? Aside from randomly dressing up like a wolf, she seems like she mostly has her poo poo together, which isn't true of the vast majority of the people described in this thread. I think if a story about someone declaring that they are a furry and refusing to grow out of it can have a happy ending, this is it.
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Nov 27, 2013 21:36
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Actually A Cat posted:If she's really good at it, and enjoys it, and is making a living off of it... well, is that really so bad? Aside from randomly dressing up like a wolf, she seems like she mostly has her poo poo together, which isn't true of the vast majority of the people described in this thread. I think if a story about someone declaring that they are a furry and refusing to grow out of it can have a happy ending, this is it. That's about the size of it, yeah. I don't really know how far this all goes for her personally, and I should probably catch up with her and several other people for that matter, but I think the point is her job, well business, has become something that's not easily discussed without certain connotations due to her clients' requests. Not that it really stops her from posting WIP pics on social media sites, so sometimes my Facebook news feed will have something awkward in it. Someone commissioned that example I said earlier, a wolf/fox/dragon hybrid with heterochromia eyes, which also had LEDs in them, and I think the hair was supposed to be fire, but I don't remember exactly. Checking right now the last thing that was completed was a 4 way hybrid of 2 types of foxes, a type of wolf, and a husky  Basically she probably has her poo poo together, but her clients wish they had Calvin's transmogrifier set on shuffle.
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uglynoodles posted:Oooh boy moerketkid, do I have just the thread for you! I'm a bit nervous to post there honestly since it's mostly a pics thread, and from what I saw in the time I watched it, also pretty unfriendly. I fear the question "why the gently caress did you stick around so long" and I know here folks would understand when I say that a, I have my own mental health issues and self-esteem issues, and b, at the time I was on some medication which made me REALLY apathetic and made it very difficult to make a huge life move. It ended 4 years ago though from finding him doing something EXTREMELY awful and from me having stopped taking said medication a few months before. Then I rapidly sorted my poo poo, upped and moved to a foreign country all in about the space of a month. A period of my life I'd rather forget to be honest. To be fair, not all fursuiters/furries are that bad. I have friends who are furs and they are a great laugh. He was just a prime bad example..and yet wasn't even into any of that stuff when I met him and got together with him.
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Nov 27, 2013 23:45
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If you still want to post it at all, this thread has kind of blurred its boundaries over its course, I don't think anyone would have an issue with the dude not being an astral-loving otaku. That said, I totally understand if you don't want to relive that sort of poo poo.
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Brightman posted:Now I'm wondering how many people there are that go around in fursuits with the explicit purpose of loving with people. Like whatever that blue wolf was doing and maybe just going to cons to make people feel uncomfortable on purpose, but not buying into any of the other furry stuff. Just some person that paid $300~ for a purple wolf/fox/dragon/hybrid with heterochromia eyes and big, creepy smile not because that's their "fursona" or whatever but because they feel it is the most off-putting option without also wearing a giant diaper the whole time. No, but apparently furries do gently caress with people, according to my friends that would go to conventions. A friend and I (Jason) wanted to go to one out of curiosity and because we were pretty mean people back then. Now we just keep hurtful insults to ourselves for the most part. We were going to be like Dian Fossey, there might have actually been gorilla fursonas there, and the stench of fursuit sweat would be the mist. According to our friend Paul's weird furry roommate, the furries wouldn't be mad or kick us out, so we lost interest. My friends and I went to the SA front page a lot when it first got started, and we loved finding the weirdest, grossest stuff on the internet, so we knew what furries were before it was cool (it was never cool). It started out with a friend we've known for years, Paul from the above anecdote, messaging Jason, saying that he felt like he was turning into a cat. Jason thought this was weird, but whatever. Days later, Paul messages him again saying "did you know there are people called furries!?" It was shocking to us that someone actually came to the conclusion that they were a furry before discovering them online! We were conflicted at first, but he was our friend before he was a furry, and I asked him two questions: do you want to bang actual animals, and are you a baby fur? He said no to both, so I figured we could still be friends. I think I was still in high school, so this was maybe 2001-03.
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Nov 28, 2013 01:43
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schizo penguin posted:We were going to be like Dian Fossey, there might have actually been gorilla fursonas there, and the stench of fursuit sweat would be the mist. Holy poo poo that is such a cool idea! I want to get in a Steve Irwin costume next time there's a con and start narrating furry behavior to nobody.
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Nov 28, 2013 02:47
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Fair dues. And if anyone understands about that all, it's me. Don't feel bad about that. You've nothing to apologise for -- and anyone who offers such unhelpful wankery as 'Why did you stay so long?' has clearly never been in a situation like that, and hopefully never will because I wouldn't wish that kind of smelly orobouros of bullshit and abuse on anyone. Also yeah furries aren't all bad -- I do a lot of commission work for them. Easy money.
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I can't really make a coherant story out of this because a lot of the timeline is quite jumbled in my mind, and I don't want to delve too far into that rabbithole. But here's the basics. I met my ex at a forum meetup in my home city. I didn't actually use the forum - had an account - but I knew three of the people irl who asked me along, so that's why I went along. I had no idea who he was but apparently he was a mod on the forum - he'd travelled over from another country to be there, and actually he was a really good-looking guy. He was very tall, thin, and handsome (my perception of that would change, but only from knowing his personality). We had a good time at the meet and I was pretty shocked when he told me shortly afterwards that he had a crush on me, since like I said I have low self-esteem and am really, honestly pretty ugly. I have Borderline Personality Disorder (internalizing) and at the time I was not diagnosed or getting treatment for it, and was for all intents and purposes A Very Bad Judge of Everything and my behaviour was impulsive and erratic in the extreme. In the space of about 4 months he moved from his home country over to live with me in my awful council house. We were super happy and I was super crazy. I got him a space in a university course, something he couldn't have hoped for in his home country due to the educational system differences - since he was also very intelligent. His parents were very rich (multi-millionaires) but generally awful people, particularly his mother who was even more batshit than me. And hated me. Regardless, they grudgingly accepted that their boy was actually on the up because he'd gone from flunking in a crappy tech college to doing good on a university course (something they had no idea he was capable of), and they bought us a house closer to the university since mine was falling to pieces (it'd be demolished a couple of years after). This is where everything started to go wrong. I started drawing furry art because I realised there was $$$ in it (previously I'd been a wildlife/animal artist on dA) and at first he was really like "omg furries ew". Then he started to get into it, had a fursuit etc. We went to cons and I'd be working there, and he'd be off playing in his fursuit, for like 6-10 hours at a time. Even if I wasn't well, or he knew I was too bogged down with work to get away for any breaks, he wouldn't come by and see if I was ok or needed a drink or anything - my friend's husband had to do that. He had tantrums if he was asked to go to any dinners or social stuff with friends while we were there because FURSUITING. He would fursuit upwards of 12 hours a day in total and would not shower. For the whole weekend. He hung his nasty sweaty fursuit up in our shared hotel room with friends so it stank the place out - worst was when he had the great idea to do this over the airconditioning vents in the room while the rest of us were out. We came back after a long day working to find the room smelled of utter death...and despite me, my best friend and her husband yelling at him, he had no idea why we might be upset. He had a very cute nicely made (expensive) fursuit but it smelled vile and was moist for the entire event. I pity anyone hugging it. He did not wash the fursuit for about 2 years of wear. At home he started getting intolerant, violent, throwing things at me etc. It would be about 2.5 years into the relationship at that point and I was thoroughly miserable. I started playing World of Warcraft and made some friends there, which he hated because he always accused me of "talking about him" and would yell at me that I wasn't allowed to tell people what he did or said. I later found he was checking my WoW chatlogs regularly to make sure, when I slept. I was not allowed to talk to anyone about him to make them "think badly of him". He transferred his uni course to the other end of the country and lived down there for 6 months which was a respite, and against my better judgement I moved with him when his parents bought a new house down there. I already had the THIS IS A BAD IDEA DON'T DO THIS blazing in my mind. Things continued on with him making friends there and doing even more fursuiting and telling me his fursuit was the most important thing in his life and he could never cope with losing it etc. The house turned into a mess quickly because he was a slob, whenever I cleaned he'd gently caress it up again in no time and I just gave up on everything. At this point his personal hygiene took a major downturn too. He'd never been one to get in the shower more than once a week but now he was walking around stinking of piss because of unwashed underpants, not shaking after he went to the toilet, the underwear was saturated in pee and so were the fronts of his trousers. I was sleeping on the sofa because I didn't want to be near him. As time went on I would find out that he had actually gotten into some "messy" fetish which I guess is why he wanted dirty everything around, he was into dirty clothes and dirty socks. He also decided he had a foot fetish and would try to touch my feet or socks, leading me to freak out because I hate having my feet touched. Even later (after I'd left) I'd find out he had become a babyfur, so gently caress knows how far that particular road led. I was once clearing out old clothes into trash bags to bin them - he grabbed an old nightshirt of mine that he once liked (then totally worn and awful) while I left the bag unattended - I found it stuffed down the back of the bed headboard later. He'd always denied being into fursuit sex in any way because it squicks the hell out of me, and of course I'd find out that he was looking up videos of that, too. At this time he was also stealing my money (from my VERY limited income). He would lie and say we had no money for food, then I'd later see in his car that it was full of empty McDonalds packaging and packaging from bags of expensive cookies etc. I don't want to get down to the final straw because it was very upsetting and it involved one of my two dogs. At that point I wasted very little time in sorting my poo poo and removing myself from the situation. I left behind thousands' worth of furniture and appliances, and half of my life, to move into my friend (now boyfriend's) apartment. I've not gone into some of the other more domestic issues around it because I still get very anxious and depressed thinking about it all though, even 4 years later (and now getting effective treatment for my BPD). moerketid fucked around with this message at 19:51 on Nov 28, 2013 |
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moerketid posted:I can't really make a coherant story out of this because a lot of the timeline is quite jumbled in my mind, and I don't want to delve too far into that rabbithole. But here's the basics. Thanks for sharing, that indeed was a horrible experience. I'm glad you made it out of that hole for what it's worth as Random-Guy-on-the-Internet.
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moerketid posted:At that point I wasted very little time in sorting my poo poo and removing myself from the situation. I left behind thousands' worth of furniture and appliances, and half of my life, to move into my friend (now boyfriend's) apartment. I've not gone into some of the other more domestic issues around it because I still get very anxious and depressed thinking about it all though, even 4 years later (and now getting effective treatment for my BPD). Jesus Christ  I can only imagine how much worse that got. I'm glad that you got out of the situation, though I'm sorry it happened at such a cost. There's some fetishes and habits that are weird, but you can see the person living a productive life. But being able to sit in your own waste and stench goes beyond that and displays blatant underlying psycholigical issues. That's not even "I want to return to the wild and live as an animal, eschewing civilized hygiene." Even animals keep themselves clean and don't just sit stewing in their poo poo all day. That's literally a hallmark sign of mental illness.
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sweeperbravo posted:Jesus Christ Oh the pee thing I am 100% sure was not a furry-related thing (nor was the foot fetish stuff), it was literally that he had folders of photos and videos of people rubbing dirty socks on their faces, smearing themselves with filth etc. There was nothing to suggest that his fetishes were due to furry, and I don't even know if he found any friends in furry who were into the same thing since I've always heard tons of gossip about local people within the fandom/what they're into, and never heard of any others with that particular...interest set. And yeah the cost of leaving everything behind was definitely worth it, it stung a bit at first but my life has turned around so far now that I wouldn't have it any other way.
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Oh, definitely! I didn't mean to imply that it was related to the furry thing. I was offering up that line of reasoning as their "response" to other people's disgust, trying to say that something is totally natural and it's only because of cruel, prudish civilized society that we don't do and readily accept and encourage disgusting behavior XYZ.
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Since Moerketid brought it up, I'll share what I remember of the guy. Really, on the outside he was quite nice. A budding photographer, so we did have a little common ground though I would only get really into photography later but I did appreciate what he did. He took some very nice photos of my cats but... He was a little too friendly with some animals, as Moer mentioned about her dog, so it kind of sits in the back of my mind. :/ As for conventions, everything she said is 100% accurate. We literally had to force him into the bathroom to shower most cons. Moer gets awful migraines that causes her to vomit and be in hellish pain and he would refuse to do anything to help care for her when she got in that state so it usually fell to me and my husband to get her sorted and taken care of. As we're in the bathroom, her heaving and me trying to hold her hair back, he would come in and try telling us all about the ~amazing fursuit games oh lol so fun u guiez~, as if literally nothing out of the ordinary was going on. :| One of the most amazing stories that she left out that I remember is some time ago, for whatever reason he was bugging her or she happened across his page and he had pictures of his new motorcycle. It was covered in Rainbow Dash stickers. So, I guess he's a babyfur brony now?
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