EDIT: This issue is now resolved.
This was a problem about my dad not understanding furries.
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So I was think about something. As furries, we can not deny that we get grouped with that 37% that likes explicit furry material.
It really, deeply and truly, triggers me.
Now most of my friends either actually understand furries, or have no idea what they are or even that they exist. Which makes my life easier than some of yours probably are.
But here is an upsetting story that still has no resolve.
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My father comes home from work.
I have been trying to indirectly tell him I am a furry for the past two weeks (drawing anthro art and... failing).
This week is homecoming week, and tomorrow is character day. I tell him what we are doing, and that I'm wearing a tail for character day.
Dad: "Really? That's stupid. No one wears tails, especially not guys!"
Me: "Well it's a guy tail."
Dad: "Where did you get a tail?"
Me: "My friend."
Dad: "Why are you wearing a tail?"
Me: "Well it's a furry thing."
Dad: "So you are furry? You're not a furry. What is a furry, then?"
Me: Well the misconceptions surrounding them-
Dad: No, just tell me what it means!
Me: Well, a furry is someone who likes anthropomorphic animals-
Dad: No. A furry, a furry is someone who likes to go to parties and have ### with other furries in costume, pretending they are an animal.
Me: (completely mind blown) No! That is just a misconception!
Dad: Then what is a furry?!
Me: I already told you! It just someone who likes anthropomorphic animals!
Dad: Well maybe in your small group of friends, but anywhere else and people are going to think you like to go to or***s and pretend to be an animal. Cause that's what furries are.
Me: (Pissed out of my mind) Whatever just forget it.
Dad: I'm not trying to be hard on you, I'm trying to help you. Cause you're not a furry.
Me: Uhuh.
Dad: Go to bed. Goodnight "furry Shiroku"
Me: *Shuts my door*
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Now this happened Sunday night, but I'm still about to toss bombs.
He still doesn't get it, cause he is to ignorant to believe he is ever wrong unless the evidence is shoved up his bum.
He brought this up again on Tuesday, when I was trying to explain, contrary to his opinion, that a meme is not always a picture captioned w a statement. He went on about how I am always trying to say he is wrong, but that he is rarely ever wrong, using the whole thing I just talked about as an example.
What do I do? How do I get information from a reliable source and present it without seeming like I am presenting it to him?
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EDIT: Now as I said this has been resolved.
Last night I said that I was still upset at him for his description of furries.
He said something like, "I'm not saying that is how furries are, I'm just saying that in the general population, that's how you will be viewed if you tell someone you are a furry."
I said something about that I cannot deny that it does exist, but its small.
He said that he knew that's not where I'm going with this.
^That may contradict the statement from the previous conversation, "You are not a furry, furries are ppl who...," but at least he understands now.
See, my dad can not admit that he is wrong. His worst fear is being seen wrong, his second worst is being wrong.
So he will never admit that he was wrong before, but he realised he was so he found out what was right, and pretended he knew that.
Thank you all for the help. I needed it.