Panda Man
October 19th, 2008, 08:09 PM
Hello I am Panda Man, a newbie among the furries. I've discovered my furry side three years ago only but have been talking it for at least... a week now :).
Since I am french, even if I have no problem speaking english, I'd like also to discuss with other french furries. So here are bits about myself.
I am a Werepanda and even if I don't look like it (except for the eyes), I feel like it. I am a "were" because I am not a Panda all the time, there are just times when my beast feels like going out. Our life is nice, we are getting along pretty well.
No one knows in my family, I am weird enough to them and they already know I am gay, it is enough already. And even if they knew about, I don't they would even understand what it is to be a furry. Not that they would be against it, they would just scratch their heads and say: "Uh... okay."
Your turn now...
(In french/en Français)
Salut Je m'appelle Panda Man, un petit nouveau dans le monde des furries. J'ai découvert mon furry il y a presque trois ans maintenant, même si cela ne fait qu'une semaine que j'en parle :)
Je suis un Panda-Garou et même si je n'en n'ai pas l'air (sauf les yeux), je me sens en tant que tel. Je suis "Garou" car je ne me sens pas Panda en permanence. Il y a juste des moments où je sens que la bête en moi veut sortir. On a une belle vie et on s'entend bien.
Dans ma famille, personne ne le sait; je suis déjà assez bizarre comme ça, d'autant qu'ils savent que je suis Gay et c'est largement suffisant. Et même s'ils le savaient, je ne crois pas qu'ils comprendraient. Je ne crois pas qu'ils seraient contre, ils se gratteraient juste la tête avec des yeux fixés sur moi en disant: "Euh... okay."
A vous maintenant...
And now I would like to tell you a story, the one of how I became a Werepanda:
It all happened one night while I was alone in my room. I was bored and had nothing to do besides dreaming. It was not the first time it happened to me: during my last holiday, I had found myself spending an entire evening talking about the world, humanity and nature with a tree. Our chat was very pleasant, even if I felt contempted by the pole of our mother nature and despised because of what we are doing to her. It's like she was starting to regrett giving birth to us, her naughty children. I could have stayed there until dawn, but I saw my dad coming toward me and, not wanting to be regarded weirder than I already am, I cut it short and went back to human life.
But this night, in my room, a feeling started to grow. The one of being out of place no matter what you say, do or aspect of yourself you might try to change. I never was popular anywhere. Even with my friends, there was always a moment where I would slip away from their understanding and drift somewhere where they could only wait on the shore for me to come back.
The feeling was nothing new though, I had had it with me for years now, easing only from time to time when I felt "in" for a day or two.
I was lying on my bed, dreading of the next day, when I began wanting to go away, to stop everything. I have been thinking to kill myself several times already, but never have been desperate enough to do it. This time instead, I began to think of myself lying in a forest, far from any trace of civilisation, my naked butt carressed by the grass and my face by a small breeze. The sun was bright just enough to warm the day without heating it. It was peace...
An eternity went by.
And I found myself lying on my bed. Completely awake and two minutes earlier than my alarm. Such signs meant a good day, so I gladly went to my shower to comb my very-morning-messy hair. I pushed to door and almost fell in a pond. When I looked around me after jumping back, I saw I was back in the forest.
The atmosphere was as eerie as before.
I was so happy being back here I went to the nearest tree and hugged it. Seeing a clear area a few feets away, I ran to it only to fall into the grass to feel it brush my skin and started doing somersaults and rolls in the grass. Gigling and dizzy, I finally stopped and felt something strange in my body. It was surpisingly heavy and hard for me to move. I looked down and realized I was a Panda. I turned back and forth to check if I was a panda all the way or not, and i was! The funniest was the little black tail I could control at will and it just felt like I had found something I had lost a long time ago. My body felt so new and weird now, I just wasn't used to it yet, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop touching my fur. My hands were roaming all over my body as if to look up for any missed spot but above all, to be sure to keep all the memories. The one of the touch. The one of being, for once, truly yourself. And the one of being one with everything...
That is how I felt until heard my clock ring only to drag me out of my union with my bed!
Even if I transform only from time to time and never with the same intensity, there is one thing that I brought back with me. The power of being able to see what others can't.
Since I am french, even if I have no problem speaking english, I'd like also to discuss with other french furries. So here are bits about myself.
I am a Werepanda and even if I don't look like it (except for the eyes), I feel like it. I am a "were" because I am not a Panda all the time, there are just times when my beast feels like going out. Our life is nice, we are getting along pretty well.
No one knows in my family, I am weird enough to them and they already know I am gay, it is enough already. And even if they knew about, I don't they would even understand what it is to be a furry. Not that they would be against it, they would just scratch their heads and say: "Uh... okay."
Your turn now...
(In french/en Français)
Salut Je m'appelle Panda Man, un petit nouveau dans le monde des furries. J'ai découvert mon furry il y a presque trois ans maintenant, même si cela ne fait qu'une semaine que j'en parle :)
Je suis un Panda-Garou et même si je n'en n'ai pas l'air (sauf les yeux), je me sens en tant que tel. Je suis "Garou" car je ne me sens pas Panda en permanence. Il y a juste des moments où je sens que la bête en moi veut sortir. On a une belle vie et on s'entend bien.
Dans ma famille, personne ne le sait; je suis déjà assez bizarre comme ça, d'autant qu'ils savent que je suis Gay et c'est largement suffisant. Et même s'ils le savaient, je ne crois pas qu'ils comprendraient. Je ne crois pas qu'ils seraient contre, ils se gratteraient juste la tête avec des yeux fixés sur moi en disant: "Euh... okay."
A vous maintenant...
And now I would like to tell you a story, the one of how I became a Werepanda:
It all happened one night while I was alone in my room. I was bored and had nothing to do besides dreaming. It was not the first time it happened to me: during my last holiday, I had found myself spending an entire evening talking about the world, humanity and nature with a tree. Our chat was very pleasant, even if I felt contempted by the pole of our mother nature and despised because of what we are doing to her. It's like she was starting to regrett giving birth to us, her naughty children. I could have stayed there until dawn, but I saw my dad coming toward me and, not wanting to be regarded weirder than I already am, I cut it short and went back to human life.
But this night, in my room, a feeling started to grow. The one of being out of place no matter what you say, do or aspect of yourself you might try to change. I never was popular anywhere. Even with my friends, there was always a moment where I would slip away from their understanding and drift somewhere where they could only wait on the shore for me to come back.
The feeling was nothing new though, I had had it with me for years now, easing only from time to time when I felt "in" for a day or two.
I was lying on my bed, dreading of the next day, when I began wanting to go away, to stop everything. I have been thinking to kill myself several times already, but never have been desperate enough to do it. This time instead, I began to think of myself lying in a forest, far from any trace of civilisation, my naked butt carressed by the grass and my face by a small breeze. The sun was bright just enough to warm the day without heating it. It was peace...
An eternity went by.
And I found myself lying on my bed. Completely awake and two minutes earlier than my alarm. Such signs meant a good day, so I gladly went to my shower to comb my very-morning-messy hair. I pushed to door and almost fell in a pond. When I looked around me after jumping back, I saw I was back in the forest.
The atmosphere was as eerie as before.
I was so happy being back here I went to the nearest tree and hugged it. Seeing a clear area a few feets away, I ran to it only to fall into the grass to feel it brush my skin and started doing somersaults and rolls in the grass. Gigling and dizzy, I finally stopped and felt something strange in my body. It was surpisingly heavy and hard for me to move. I looked down and realized I was a Panda. I turned back and forth to check if I was a panda all the way or not, and i was! The funniest was the little black tail I could control at will and it just felt like I had found something I had lost a long time ago. My body felt so new and weird now, I just wasn't used to it yet, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop touching my fur. My hands were roaming all over my body as if to look up for any missed spot but above all, to be sure to keep all the memories. The one of the touch. The one of being, for once, truly yourself. And the one of being one with everything...
That is how I felt until heard my clock ring only to drag me out of my union with my bed!
Even if I transform only from time to time and never with the same intensity, there is one thing that I brought back with me. The power of being able to see what others can't.