Why do Furs hug? An essay into reason by Rocketroo
This is a question sometimes asked, but often assumed by outsiders and sometime by members of the community itself. The cynical and dirty minded have their own perverse made up reasons that no matter of facts or explanation will ever dissuade them from. They will always cling to the foulness that they generate from their own darkness. This writing is not for them. For those who do not know, well here is what I have come to understand about this simple, and usually innocent activity.
The explanation must start with the beginning. In ancient times when our species, just starting to come to grasp with a greater understanding of the myriad of creatures that surrounded us beyond that of the concept of food, found that a bit more could be understood by trying to fit one's mind into that of the creature that fascinated you. When done so, a little better understanding was found. If you were into the herd mindset, you began to understand a little more of why the herds did what they did. When in the mind of the hunter, a greater understanding of the hunter emerged. Not perfect by any means, after all, what you are colors all you see. But those who were better at moving their mind into a new mindset found greater success in dealing with those creatures. A survival advantage cherished in ancient times. Thus the first furrys were shaman, holy members of the tribe who might from time to time give success to a hunt when otherwise there may have been failure.
Time rolled on and agriculture, animal husbandry and herding took away a portion of that advantage of understanding the animal world. Not totally by any means, but the furry moved from a high position in society to a much lower one. At best a vet, often just a matter of entertainment, sometimes a subject of scorn. The furry moved into theater and animal care, or as time progressed, they moved underground. The ebb and flow of societal insanities such as the witch hunts helped paint furry culture with a brush of hatred and misunderstanding.
Now, in an industrial society long separated from the natural world, mostly the furry is viewed with scorn and derision. The few deviants found are held up as a mirror of all furry by those groups filled with deviants themselves that they refuse to acknowledge lest their illusion of morality be broken. Separated, alone, bullied, mistrusted, misunderstood, hated, we each stand alone. We have become accustomed to being alone in a crowd. To be surrounded by a multitude and still not be part of the group. So when we meet, that feeling persists, even in a group of furry, we feel alone. Save when we hug. That simple contact: to touch another being without being hurt, rejected or derided. That is why we hug. This is not sexual deviancy such as exists in the minds of our detractors. That is their darkness, not ours.
Why do furs hug?
We hug to tell each other, without reservation:
You are not alone
I am here
We are fur
We are family
In a world where filthy minded perverts make laws declaring it illegal for 7 year old children to hold hands, we cannot do more for each other than to say in our hugs that we are not alone.
*hugs*
