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[cupcake_goth]

I spent today with the teenage godchild, which was awesome. We went thrift shopping for school clothes, which was only slightly confusing as Ticky has decided their favorite color is yellow. But I'm not going to stomp on their tastes and aesthetic, so yellow it is. Many, many yellow shirts. And a black waistcoat.

We had good conversations about gender and sexuality, about how puberty sucks for everyone but especially so for female-bodied folks, and about that I completely support them being pretty sure they're a furry*, but maybe they shouldn't look for anything about that subculture until they're a grown-up. Or if they have safe search locked on. They might have even listened to me about that part; I can only hope.





*The furry thing is no surprise, as they've been saying they'd rather be a cat since they were old enough to explain that in vague toddler-ese.

Comments

[staxxy]

yellow is probably a phase. When my eldest Fairy gothchild was just into her teens she went through a NEON RAINBOWS/SUPER BRIGHT COLORS phase as well. I was completely supportive of her choices, and exceedingly grateful she grew out of them.

Being a furry catkin, as you point out, is far less likely to be a phase. My fingers are crossed Ticky takes your EXTREMELY WISE AND SENSIBLE advice.

[full_metal_ox]

Consider the Greenery-Yallery Grosvenor Gallery (Aestheticism was arguably Goth-adjacent, involving a Venn overlap with Symbolism-Decadence.) And Charlotte Perkin Gilman's Yellow Wallpaper. And the King in Yellow. And how Prince Prospero (as portrayed by Vincent Price in the 1964 Corman film version of "Masque of the Red Death") drove a prisoner mad by solitary confinement in an all-yellow cell.

[carmenbeaudry]

I intend to come back as a pampered housecat in my next life.

[sistawendy]

Many, many yellow shirts. And a black waistcoat.

They're a wasp, I guess. And all the kids are enby furries these days. Trans women aren't quite so cutting edge anymore, but oddly enough I'm OK with that.

There's a furry camp at Burning Man called, not very imaginatively, Fur. My campmate with the tail, ears, and mask said it's not bad.