I stopped dating normies after my first… unofficial? boyfriend. (we never called it dating but we cuddled, fucked, and cried like hell when we found out his family was moving away)
Immediately stop pretending to be normal. Dating pic? Your fursona. Your kinks? Of course, knots are a given. Future dating plans? You need a barq account. Your response to an unexpected lewd statement? “oh murr”. You were made for this. Accent it, embrace it.
Seriously when I limited the dating pool to furries, the quality of the applicants skyrocketed. Being yourself, unabashed (release your inhibitions 🎶 FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR
SKINFUR 🎶) is fucking phenomenal. Currently I’m a pet to the sweetest dragon there is, and by extension his boyfriend, but the dragon is normally a subby boy, and before this all my partners were switches that were actually subs, so my experience is as a dommy top. It was his idea to be my Master, and it’s super fun to experience; and we’ve known each other for 15+ years, so expectations are clear with everything from the get-go, so there’s no awkwardness, the cards are on the table. He craves being vored, I need orgasm denial, our kink lists are largely incompatable, but we are making it work and enjoying it. (… and fuck it, if this awoke something in you, I am an open pet, so…)I’ve been a fur now for 20 years, and I implemented this policy in… 2007? Fuck the haters (no no not like that) and just be yourself, always.
Wow Lemmy is eye-opening, this really is another world
Reminds me of probably my favorite motto ever, which I believe came about on Tumblr after the porn ban fiasco: Become unmarketable.
Be open and unabashedly weird. The world’s much more interesting and fun when you don’t sanitize your personality to avoid making puritanical people uncomfortable.
That’s a good philosophy and quite a good recipe for making a good social network ;)
