Article: Undercover reporting from FurFright

well dont dig yourself a shallow grave because how did you no the she was a under cover reporter and she kept hoping to dish up some dirt on that convention but why would a person want to lie about a social event when the atendees had nothing to do with her?

I understand where you're coming from. I would hate to be deceived by someone,who you to believe was a furry. The article was alright, at least it wasn't furry bashing to a point. I am lucky, because where I live no one seems to know much or anything about furries. Everyone I tell about it seems to be cool with it. Even when I told my oldest brother and his wife(who are christians) they were alright about it. I first told them about the negative media, then I told them about how much fun it is. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to write a book, but I hate any bad publicity about furries and it burns me up. Think positive thoughts and positive things will happen. That's my motto.

2 words - apocalypse please.
Noy

Ok, the opening was very bad, and looked like she was going to do a hatchet job.

However, since she takes the time to actually interact with furries, she got a more
accurate picture-which she actually decided to report. (Which is a nice change.)

"I don't see why. I've seen much weirder stuff at sci-fi and comic cons than anything here."

"May as well have gone to a Catholic school Halloween party. The dance starts in half an hour. Maybe something will happen there."

"When I heard the strains of "Hungry Like The Wolf" emanating from the ballroom, I walked in to see a little toddler girl dancing with someone in a bunny suit. A minute later the girl abandoned the bunny to pull a cartoon fox onto the dance floor. She got more excited each time a new animal entered the room (good thing the mutant rabbit had left).

One man leaning against the wall surveyed the scene with a proud expression. "She's definitely my daughter," he smiled at me. "Look how much fun she's having."

"Of course," I said. "She's in a roomful of giant stuffed animals all come to life and dancing with her."

"You know," her father said reflectively, "I haven't been to a con since Anthrocon [another Furry gathering] a few years ago. These are the only people I trust. There's definitely a friendly vibe here."

"But what about the sex vibes I'd hoped to find? If I'd peeked behind every hotel-room door I probably would've found something, but that's true at any gathering of hundreds of people far from home. The Furry convention wasn't a sex thing but the exact opposite: an innocent world of children's-book animals, where a 3-year-old can roam with impunity and a maladjusted kid can enter the room with nobody leaving."

Maybe in another 20 years, this will be the norm.
I can dream, anyway.