I t might be an ordinary friday evening. The DJ’s playing “Get Low” by Lil Jon, the party flooring is pumping and I’m sipping a Corona at the club. I really could be at any club when you look at the Sydney CBD. Except a lion in a tutu simply strolled into the door, there’s an albino wolf twerking within the part and a husky just stood on my end.
No, I’m devoid of a trip that is bad I’m at a furry meeting in the Gold Coast. Which can be much the same task.
Whenever marie claire commissioned me to get undercover at the ninth yearly Furry right here (FurDU) meeting, the biggest furry meeting in the united states, I became fascinated – and terrified. Continue reading ““We Went Undercover At A Furry Meeting””