We live outside our fungible ape forms on the internet and inside a fursuit, a swamp of our own breath and sweat. The fursuit, on the outside, is our insides, the cartoon inhabiting us. Furry sexuality is the flat null space between bugs bunny’s legs and the sensual line of ink distinguishing his tits. The life as a cartoon animal is one that wrestles with the anxieties of, and the frolicking joys of, inhabiting a human body, and that often centers the experience of fucking, or the experience of being fucked. My history of my being a furry is my history of being in this body.
