Hello. C J here. In the midst of Pride Week here in Kingston I’ve had some time to celebrate and also to think. Maybe I forget to explain my motives here. Actually, I think I’ve never done that.
We Fandom as a whole like things. We are capable of articulating that liking of things together and to each other and anyone who does that long enough is going to know how to make more of those things. Video games, furry art, Minecraft Add Ons, these things we can all agree we like. This may sound so utterly redundant that you may wonder why I’m stating it here. Clearly, you all clicked on this post because you’re Fandom of something.
The generations above mine often find themselves in the furry fandom or others like the Minecraft Forums. I’m 31 for reference. My generation and the ones near mine compose most of these communities. We play video games, enjoy art and understand that code and software design can make a good living. A lot of people don’t grasp these. So, what do they do with their time? Well, really they don’t do much.
We here have things we identify with. We enjoy character, species, or entire code languages. We know very well and very thoroughly how to love something and therefore how to love ourselves. My entire family Clan Macpherson and our friends are reliably better at this than I am. I do work a bit more than I need to here but really that’s my point. I work here hard because I like really dearly what I do.
I’m an artist born true. A craftsman of colour and the complex angles required to hand draw six sets of vanishing lines on a character’s face. This kind of talent isn’t talent. I’m skilled because I’ve been doing this for 20 years. Why, then, would I try that hard when I was in public school? Because I wanted to. There isn’t a reason past this one. There’s nothing deeper inside a person beyond want of art for love of the medium.
This is why I find the constant conversation about nature verses nurture to be so absurd I genuinely believe it should never have started. Genetics and societal pressure can’t make a person express their individuality and learn how to consent to a relationship they like with another person. Often genetics and societal pressure urge us to do the exact opposite. Screw those two made up, arbitrary nouns. I paint because I love it. Money happens after that.
After Pride Week I’m taking another look into Facebook marketing. Facebook has a truly staggeringly absurd number of furry, furry themed, art, art themed and furry art themed Groups. Most of these have internal chat and I come with a lot to offer and discuss. I’ve finally realized that I haven’t tried any of these chat channels as a way of meeting people yet. I missed one somewhere along the way. I’ll have another post tomorrow or the day after about the amazing week I’ve had hanging out in Downtown Kingston and the Islands.
C J Mcpherson
Hello. C J here. Walking down the streets of Haven is not always as safe as the city would like people to think. Yes, they have curbed the banditry that plagues the Southern half of the Coastal Road. The Desert Princes whose cities dot the Southern coast of the Southern Continent if anything make the problem worse for themselves with their constant rivalries and politics. So no, a traveller in Haven or in the River Lands is unlikely to meet a bandit or other criminal sort. But then there’s the walking dead to consider. Many of the basements, catacombs and landmarks of Haven have old foundations from before the city had its current name. In ages long past it was one of two competing capitols for the Desert Empire, both of which unified under the first Sand King of the Gold Dynasty, the God-Lion. It was never his place of residence and both the other capitol and the rest of the Desert Empire are long since buried under the dunes. Well, people like to assume they’re buried. People wo...
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