The obsession of human beings to change species is another version of insanity that is affecting some people living in Western countries.
What has classically been taught as taxonomy, is the biological classification system that remains the worldwide standard by which all life is identified and categorized, and has been since 1758. Sadly, the mainstream media and a small group of people are rejecting science and trying to impose non-biological norms on the rest of society.
Here’s a quick refresher:
- Human beings are Homo sapiens. They are the only non-extinct species grouped into the genus Homo.
- Humans are also mammals. Mammals are distinguished from reptiles and birds because mammals have a neocortex (a region of the brain), hair, three middle ear bones and mammary glands, and reptiles and birds don’t.
- Human beings often have pets that are also mammals, including numerous breeds of dogs and seven species of cats (depending on the classification scheme).
- Dogs are part of the genus Canis familiaris, and
- Cats are part of the genus Felis catus.
However, with the insanity accompanying the LBGQT self-identifying nonsense, some are pushing biological boundaries to change species categories.
These human beings believe they are not homo sapiens but are Felis catus or Canis familiaris instead:
Nano, a 20-year-old Norwegian woman, claims, “I was born in the wrong species.” She believes she is trapped in a human female body instead of a feline female body. According to The Daily Mail she hisses at dogs and says her night vision and sense of smell is better because she is really a cat. She even meows in “cat language.” Nano is on the lower budgetary scale of species transformation, however.
Jocelyn Wildenstein, the billionaire who likes to be called “Catwoman,” spent nearly $4 million to look feline.
Another is Tom, or “Spot” as he likes to be called, who spent over $5,000 to become a dog. Tom says, “Being a dog is a chance to relax, to unwind, and just be happy and playful — things most adults have very little time in the day to do.”
In addition to these humans who prefer to be a different species, are “FURRIES” — people who believe they are polar bears, coyotes, foxes, ostriches, raccoons, or wolves.
In 2001, Vanity Fair wrote an expose on people who attended a MidWest FurFest. Since then there have been various reports on subsequent FurFests. But Vanity Fair‘s exposé is one of the best explanations of the “furries” phenomenon. Furries are, “a group of people who like things having to do with animals and cartoons.” One person explains,
“They put little bears with sweaters in our cribs. We have cartoons where rabbits make us laugh. Shirts with little alligators on them. Anthropomorphic animals are part of our culture.”
Keith Dickinson, then in his 30’s and a self-described “computer geek” from Kansas City, Kansas, was so depressed at one point in his life he couldn’t go out to the grocery store. But, his depression lifted when,
“He started to believe that, somewhere deep down, he was actually … a polar bear.”
“It’s a new way of looking at the world,” Dickinson says. “It’s like looking at it with baby eyes, or cub eyes.”
Marshall Woods, from Akron, Ohio, said he’s an Ostrich:
“When I was very, very young, I knew I wanted to be some type of animal. I didn’t necessarily want to be the animal, but I wanted to have the animal shape, as far back as I can remember. It’s that way for a lot of people.
“I don’t like the human form. I never really have. It does not please me. The body, just the flesh, the general design, I just don’t like.”
He says he’d prefer to be a lemur or a rabbit and still be intelligent and keep the opposable thumbs. He thinks the technology will be available relatively soon to help him achieve this dream. Talking about all this almost causes Ostrich to miss his exit.
The theory behind “furries” is that they were heavily influenced by cartoons, comic books, and breakfast cereal as a child, and when they grew up they found other people like them on the Internet. Vanity Fair explains:
There are many kinds of furries, but they all seem to have a few things in common. Something happened to them after a youthful encounter with Bugs Bunny or Scooby Doo or the mascot at the pep rally. They took refuge in cartoons or science fiction. After being bombarded by tigers telling them what cereal to eat, camels smoking cigarettes, cars named after animals, airplanes with eyes and smiles, shirts with alligators, they decided their fellow human beings were not nearly so interesting as those animal characters.
But it wasn’t so liberating, having these intense feelings, when you thought you were the only person on earth who had them. The second big revelation for most furries came when they got on the Internet. Not only were there others like them, they learned, but they were organized! They started having conventions in the early 90s. Now, such gatherings as the Further Confusion convention in San Jose, California, and Anthrocon in Philadelphia, attract more than 1,000 furry hobbyists apiece. There are other conventions, too—even summer camps.
The furry group has its own customs and language. “Yiff” means sex, “yiffy” means horny or sexual, and “yiffing” means mating. “Fur pile” denotes a bunch of furries lying on top of one another, affectionately, while skritching. “Spooge” is semen—a possible outcome of a fur pile. A “furvert” is anyone who is sexually attracted to mascots and such.
Included in this language phenomenon is, “Fox talk,” unique only to people who identify as foxes.
A March Hare told Vanity Fair that being furry “is a solution to life.” He says:
“It gives me thunder. I can walk into any situation and go, ‘I am the dude!’ It’s like having a switch, a psychological switch you can tap into and turn something on.” (It helps even when he’s flipping burgers.) “You have 30 orders up there. If I wasn’t the hare, I wouldn’t be fast enough to get those 30 orders out—and in under three minutes—and be the dude.”
Ostrich believes that genetic engineering will allow people to become whatever species they choose in the future.
“That’s pretty much the future of the world—there’s no way around it. If I can live another 30 or 40 years, I might live several hundred more. Obviously, I’d like to rework my body to make my physical body conform more to my body image. I’d want a tail, I’d want some fur, and, basically, some cute cartoon eyes and stuff. The technology for that’s coming. I don’t think it’s as far off as most people think.”
Here’s a clip from a FurFest in Atlanta: