I don't know whether or not I'm not a furry (lol). More or less I gave myself the label because I thought well, I like (and have always liked) anthropomorphic art, and don't really want to draw anything other than it. What would other people label me? So, there's that.

But from what I understand, there's more to it than just the art. To qualify, you apparently have to believe that you are something other than a human. And.. that's not me. I'm human, and I don't have any problem with that. My rational side - my superego - keeps my identity in check. I fully understand the difference between reality and fantasy. I don't believe that I am anything other than human because I think "that would just be silly."

So what is this interest in anthro art, then? For me, it's an escape from reality. It's just like playing video games or watching TV or reading up on the lore of the Warcraft universe. It's something that isn't real, but is fun to think about, and if it were possible, would be cool to experience.

But it's not possible, and I think that's where "true" furries and I differ. I am incapable of believing that I am anything other than what I know I am. I look at myself in the mirror and I see a human. I don't need much more proof.

Am I saying that furries are weak-willed? That they lack the rational restraint necessary to tell themselves "I am a human?" No, of course not. I think the idea of someone being 'weak-willed' is bullshit. I think that the mental state of an adult is enormously complex, being the end result of years of widely varied experiences. Furthermore, I know from experience that willingly changing that mental state is extremely difficult. So, I think it's utterly absurd to say that the way someone ends up mentally is entirely their fault. And really, if the worst shortcoming someone has is that they let their fantasies spill into reality? I'd say, comparatively, they're doing pretty fucking well.

Having thought about all this, I ask myself the question: is the dragony guy me? And despite having waxed philosophical about all this crap and sounding pretty resolute on the matter, I still don't have an answer. I say "of course not; I'm a human. I have no need to believe that I'm anything other than that." But I can't say that without feeling a little disingenuous, because somewhere in the back of my mind, a small voice says "yes."