So when I last left off my story, it was Monday 25th June, I had reached Canada two and a half days late due to the calamitous Canadian airline WestJet. I was at my friend Ronnie’s house in the Toronto suburbs, attempting to book tickets on VIA Rail to travel to Kingston the following day, where my aunt was waiting to see me for all one day of the remaining time I had to visit her.
The power had just gone out.
Ronnie suggested that I might have picked up a curse somewhere. I began to consider the possibility.
Continue reading “The NA Tour #2: D’oh, Canada”
Sorry for not updating in a while. I’ll probably continue my recollections of the United States and Canada at some point. Today I want to talk about depression.
When the body experiences physical pain, there’s some directionality to it. Usually, you understand what part of your body is hurting, and thus have at least some idea of what you need to do to make the pain stop.
Emotional pain is just as real as physical pain, but it doesn’t have the same directionality, and thus there’s no sense of what exactly needs to be done to make it stop. This, I would say, is the fundamental problem with depression. You’re in a lot of emotional pain, but you don’t know how to fix it.
So I went to North America recently.
There’s a lot to unpack from my trip, and I don’t just mean my bags. There’s a lot of thoughts and feelings I have about my trip that I’m still working through now, more than two weeks after I got back home. I spent about three weeks travelling in Ontario and the eastern United States, and I have a lot of things to talk about.
Let’s start with how I ended up stranded in Gatwick for two days.
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As a werewolf who’s part of the furry fandom, I enjoy fursuiting.
To a lot of people outside of the fandom, fursuits are probably the most visible part of it. Private meet-ups, discussions and artistic endeavours in a niche subculture usually stay fairly well-contained within it, but the elaborate and expensive animal costumes we sometimes wear during public gatherings tend to end up on the camera rolls of passers-by, and from there tend to splash across social media. To most outsiders, in fact, we are those guys who dress up like animals. If we end up featured on TV, whether in fiction or in a documentary, most likely the show’s portrayal of furries will revolve mostly or entirely around fursuiters.
In fact, not every furry has a fursuit; for instance, of the roughly 7,500 attendees at Anthrocon 2017, currently the second largest annual furry convention on the planet, there were almost exactly 1,500 fursuits counted at the Fursuit Parade. While a significant number of fursuiters who attend Anthrocon don’t participate in the parade, it suggests that close to 20% of attendees owned a fursuit, and this is consistent with Parade participation as compared to total attendance for several previous years.
Why do it, though? I’ve often been asked by people outside the fandom what the appeal is.
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