MyFursona.com

Apr 21, 2008 5:42am

First, my piece about why this site is awesome ---> http://www.myfursona.com/blog/533
It will tell you a lot about my views on furs.

Second, I thought I'd take a moment to talk a little about, Jenn, my 'persona'. =P Why? I'm chatty on FA, true, but I avoid some of the more personal/ interesting parts of myself there for complicated reasons. This site, though, this one is about the artist, not the art right? That and I wanted to put myself out there to try to encourage others to do the same. I want to know about YOU too. I love people and I LOVE furs. I know not everyone is up for getting down and dirty like personal, that's alright, but I'm willing to risk it.

One of the things that came up in an IM session with someone the other day that it would seem not many people know is that I'm physically disabled - legally. I have Cerebral Palsy, which was diagnosed at an early age, and since it's fairly mild through years of painful physical therapy we've worked it to a pretty outwardly unnoticeable state. Inwardly it's pretty obvious, though, because of a botched surgery from when I was about 9 years old. The grim details? I don't know, I was 9 years old, expected one leg cast but ended up with two. My lawsuit is one of the reasons people are not required by laws to mark which side of their body is the left vs right when going under the knife.

Before anyone drums up too many frowns over that let me explain something - let me defend my disability. The CP is mainly on my left side of the body. For those unfamiliar with what CP is it's basically a malfunction of brains ability to communicate with the rest of the body. (It's a very short way to explain a very complex condition but it works). So, I had an extremely difficult time walking around or doing anything with my left hand. Well, since art doesn't involve feet exactly and I'm right handed this lead to hours upon hours upon hours of drawing. Yes, I missed out on a lot of recess but oh the things I would do to the chalk board while the other kids were away! Among many things that I am, an artist in just one of the very positive things which have ultimately resulted from being 'disabled'.

I suppose this plays into my being a furry because I have always been very emotionally attached to my artwork on account of it's how I lived out my childhood. So what if I couldn't run? I could draw myself doing so. So what if the struggles of having a disabled child made my parents snappy all the time? I could draw their heads exploding or being eaten by a penguin or once as a pair of shoes for some reason. I could do anything I wanted. Heck, apparently I could even be something cooler than a human. I dunno... uh... maybe a wolf? Shoot... maybe even one that was purple for no real reason.

Hey, Reality! Screw you, I'm an artist! Haha... sucka...

Now, here's the REAL reason my CP is the direct result of my being a fur...

That lawsuit = $33,000 ($43,000 actually but that's a longer story) that was given to me when I was 18 years old. The strange story of that year involves two strippers, a wild night in Las Vegas, a dead body, possibly a ghost, Mormons (