Hey folks
We’ve got a lot of community conversations going on (which is honestly nice to see)
and tonight I felt like bringing up another.
I’ve just spent the last two years dealing with a myriad of interesting people.
I’ve had to chase off popular creators that wanted me to censor or ban others because of words they deemed to be “obscene”.
I’ve had to repeatedly track down infiltrators who deigned to “take down” our community because of the half of the community they found to be immoral (yanno, because they wrote eeevil stories or drew eeevil pictures)
I’ve had to try to strike a balance between the old school, and the new school.
And I’ll be completely honest, all of these things led me to hate a topic that I had previously loved.
Fluffies.
That’s why we’re all here, right?
I mean, it’s right there in the name of the site.
FluffyCommunity.
It’s mentioned first for a reason. Yes?
In this last week I’ve gotten to hear from people that are typically silent, I haven’t needed to
fight nearly so much.
And I’ve been reminded of what initially drew me in to this community.
So I propose this;
I’m going to tell you what made me love fluffies
and later, I want to hear what keeps you coming back to fluffies.
In 2020 the pandemic that killed off 9/10ths of the world
coof* that allowed all of our governments to lock us all down in our homes
was just beginning.
*You don’t have to agree with me that the reaction was overblown.
You know what happened. We all lived through it.
And that’s part of the point; We All Lived Through It.
If you’re reading these words before the year 2030, You Lived Through It Too.
I had just been told that in the name of world safety my company was going as contactless as possible.
I worked in retail at that time. It wasn’t an easy place to be in.
If I need to work with the public, I can’t have masks and gloves and face shields and goggles and full-body condoms making the conversation difficult.
Depressed and forlorn I scoured reddit for anything to take my mind off of the insanity that I was only beginning to encounter.
and a single comic made me stop, and think, and actually feel something again.
At this time Fluffybooru was still online.
I dove headfirst into the years of content there.
I went from newest to oldest, looking at everything that had been created in the previous years.
I trawled though all of it twice.
(Yes I’m still looking for ways for you folks to experience the community like this, even though we’re using a software that doesn’t yet support that kind of experience)
I started thinking about fluffies a lot
Started imagining them in my own life.
And then, I started telling my own stories.
They weren’t well-refined, and they weren’t masterpieces by any stretch of the imagination
but they were My stories.
and people were reading them.
Not a lot of people, but that didn’t matter.
People were finally hearing Me, for the first time.
In September of the same year, Fluffybooru went offline.
Even though a handful of my friends had been expecting it, (because we’d seen the cracks forming in the foundation of the site) none of us was really expecting it.
I had to gather up the best people I could find to archive as much of this experience as I could.
Because it meant something to me.
Even the pieces that I hated, they meant everything to me.
They were a community I was not going to allow to die unceremoniously.
I’ve gotten a lot of hate over these years for that choice.
but I don’t regret it in the least.
Because this has allowed me to meet so many creators
So many disenfranchised people who similarly loved the topic of fluffies.
People I could help.
People I could do good things for.
So that’s why I took on this mission.
I’m very aware that our topic draws people with extreme viewpoints
They’re not who I worked for.
I worked for the people that just want to tell stories,
or create art
and have a small place where they could tell those stories
or show off their art.
I know that there are people that believe that anybody looking at this sort of thing must be a Child Molester or a Serial Killer
And I have to laugh at that
Because you might as well say that people who read Steven King novels are regularly going out and murdering everybody they see.
It’s bullshit.
It’s not happening.
Good people sometimes have to tell awful stories.
Good people might create art that is horrifying to the outsider.
This is part of how we remain Good People.
We let our horrible thoughts go on paper,
and then we carry on with our ordinary lives.
Now you know my story.
Now I want to hear yours.
What made you love fluffies?
What makes you hate them?
What kind of mindset were you in when you encountered our community?
Tell us all about it.
I somehow doubt you’re all the child rapists and serial killers people believe us to be.