As far as I'll say, this site has gained a following for a reason. I'm sure they doubted us, I'm sure it's a pain in their sides to see that I was correct. They have jealousy and envy, but we have something similar aswell. The two sites are constantly aware of eachother, we come from a similar place, two sides of a general from the sharty, one side was genuine, the other just wanted to masturbate. Tranfoo is the masturbatory side, obsessed with degeneracy, their defense is that "we're not gay" and that it's hecking normal to be a degenerate. Their userbase has shown to me as such, a bunch of whining pathetic 4channers who need a group masturbation site.
I find them and have always found them disgusting, for us, it's about the art, it's about the connections, the conversations, the characters. We take things seriously, when we say we like pokemon or fiddleafox, we mean it, but to them it's about masturbation. When they say they like pokemon or fiddleafox, they mean they want to fap to it. Anything else is sacrilege. They do not understand that sexualizing characters is a wrong thing, they think it's a part of the community. They encapsulate every single bad part of the furry community but claim to not be apart of it. On a surface level, they are just furries, but to them they believe they are "HMOFAryans" as if changing a label whilst jacking off to anthro characters with huge tits and asses makes a difference at all.
It's weird, but admittedly, amongst the greater internet, such behaviour is normal. Many a fandom have popped up, not with genuine interest but with interest in degeneracy, in sexualizing characters and claiming to care about art, but only for sexual needs. I would consider tranfoo to be a part of the Sex Fandom, more than it is actually a part of anything far more significant, it's mundane and seeps into just about everything else on the internet. What we're trying to do here at the vooey is far different, though not without it's flaws. Just like them, we'll always be heavily connected to the soysphere, no matter what. We're trying to be an artistic community, but we get swept up in drama far too often. It's up to the userbase to change and behave, but when situations like what is happening now does happen, it's like a car crash you just cannot look away from.
The status quo is that sex sells, autism... rarely. Well, autism has a chance, in a strange way. But the fooey probably considers themselves to be more normal than us, less neurodivergent, etc. And maybe they're right in some ways, as I have said prior, the normies are the most soulless people I have ever met, it's sex, drugs, entertainment, money, etc. They have no enjoyment in art, so it must be sexualized, they have no enjoyment in life, so they must take drugs. They all have jobs, I assume, and if things are in a bad case scenario, that means their entire life is working to pay off their bills and coming home just to masturbate and fantasize about the dumbest shit, wasting genuine talent and pouring it into fetishes just to feel something.
As there is a pleasure to being immoral, there is a pleasure to being moral, and I receive something out of it. I do receive some sense of being higher than others, a moral conciousness that drives me in my own decisions, a voice that tells me that I should not stoop to any amount of lows that I see in my enemies. The moral conciousness that I have is one I have cultivated for myself, and it helps me live my life, avoid saying things I know I shouldn't say, avoid doing things I know I shouldn't do. Building a strong moral conciousness helped to eliminate some of the old and strange ways that I used to live my life, where everyday I would just masturbate without even thinking about why I was doing what I was doing, where this behaviour was normalized because I was groomed by the furry communities that I had unfortunately stumbled my way into at an early age. And with this consciousness, I have the ability to make amends for a lot of my past mistakes, by making and promoting genuine artwork, not made out of lust but out of understanding, out of the persuit of something greater and the intention to suffer for greatness.
Without being too religious, art is our connection to God, quite literally. When you misuse it to create pornography or hate-art or political art, etc, not made with genuine intent but with the intent to gross someone out or piss someone off or just out of pure hatred, then you're not persuing something higher than yourself, you're just sinning, you're misusing the skills that you've learnt for bad, not for good. I remember back to when I couldn't draw at all, and now I am at a point where I can draw to some degree that is starting to look good to me, and I have every intent in trying to make my art look as good as possible for the persuit of art, something greater and not temptation.
When I see the fooey, I don't even see nudity in an artistic form, nor do I see the expression of sex or romance in a way that could even be considerably compelling to any viewer, I just see temptation, and the lack of a moral consciousness to control it. I see young men who are incapable of being told no, who have carved out a space for themselves online, to masturbate and lie, to be coddled and comforted, to waste talent for the persuit of seeing what can make them ejaculate harder than yesterday, and on some days, they see the most lewdest drawings to someone like me and you and don't even register it as being problematic, because sex to them has become so normalized that they've psyopped themselves into believing that it's just artistic sexuality to show the grossest and primal voyeuristic unfulfilling and borderline zoophilic scenes in their "art". It's the art equivalent of me taking a shit, what must remain unseen is put in the public view for the blissful to gawk at and run away and for the disturbed to admire, wondering why everyone else is so ashamed of them.
I like to think deep down, they're not retarded. They know. But it's society's fault. Society hecking sucks, so they need to protect themselves and be degenerate animals in public on the internet in a place where they are accepted for it. There are two types of people, the people that have bad thoughts and learn to fight them and deal with it and the people who give up and make it everyone else's problem, or just become the demon. They give in to every demand it makes and do everything it tells them to, because they do not have a strong moral consciousness or a support group to tell them otherwise, they're lacking in decency, they're full of anxiety, they're full of repressed shame. And it will follow them for their entire life.
The difference is that some day, my mother could look at this site and genuinely be proud. If I study art hard enough, I can absolutely show her my fox drawings and she wouldn't think a single bad thing about me. But them, they'll show their families their artworks of fox women with big breasts and nipples, no clothing, and they'll just get stares of disapproval. Muh hecking society is so... soooo unfair... "Anthro women are better than real women..." they all think. A pathetic mindset and retreat from the real world into a sex-reliant fantasy that cannot actually comfort them.
When I am alone, I have people to talk to, when they are alone, they can only talk to themselves. The tulpas of women that do not exist, they've conjured. And in some way you could even call these interactions slightly transgender, but they don't want to admit it, they don't want to admit that kissing yourself and pretending to fuck yourself and kiss yourself in the form of your tulpa is gay.
I'll end this rant by saying that I came from the same place as them, cut from the same cloth. Was brought into the same sad situation possibly via the same means, grooming but in a way that I did not initially want to admit, and loneliness that pushed me towards /trash/ as a possible place of social respite, and yet even there, I have always found them insufferable. The search of something greater has always been somewhere in my mind. Masturbation addiction is boring and fills no void that a genuine and sincere interest in a hobby like art could fill easily. So when the day comes that it'll truly be it for them, then farewell, but please try to get some help. I can't help this feeling I have when it comes to them that they're humans just as much as I am, and I have this desire to actually want to help them, but it's saddening knowing that I really can't, and all my peers are interested in doing is causing them momentary inconviences and annoyance. I have absolutely put up with their kind for so long that I know that trying to help them is a waste of time, but I still want to, and it's a feeling that I can't get rid of, just as they cannot get rid of their lust, I feel as if I cannot get rid of the desire to try and save them. Some sort of dialog would help, a reasoning as to why they have this website, what it's for, why it's moderated in the way it is. But such a dialog would never arrive, these people whom I could have known far better are now nothing but internet strangers I have passed by at one point in my life. And that kind of saddens me.
But hey what can you do?
