i feel like an often underexplored facet of furry culture is the true like... accommodations of having a weird body. like i'm not just talking about holes in seats for tails, i'm talking more like the environment itself
i was chatting with a friend about General Grievous from the Clone Wars animated tv show when i made something of a realisation about his design, how it's perhaps the most furry thing about that show. it's his fuckin legs.
when grievous steps on something, he anchors himself to it. it's not enough to just stand on the ground; each talon must be embedded firmly into the surface, whether concrete or steel, structural integrity be damned. each step is like pulling knives out of wounds only to push them back in.
the sound of each step is not just a click or a muffled thump but the crumbling of rock, the screaming of metal. a statement.
"if my environment will not accommodate me, it will when i'm done with it"
that was the point when i also "got" things like macro, hyper, mega expansion etc. each echo that ideal: if i have to knock over skyscrapers to be comfortable, i will. if i have to become the size of a galaxy to feel at home in my own skin, i will endeavour to do that.
if i have to tear everything down to build a world where me and people like me can exist comfortably... well, let's make it fun while we do it
