Outing Yourself (At A Work's Night Out)
Aug. 22nd, 2010 01:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lupestripeThose of you in twitterland will have already followed this through my drunken texts last night but I was out with work in the charming student town of Headingley - a place I love due to the relaxed vibe and youthful atmosphere. As it's summertime, I have never seen it so quiet but there was the traditional guy dressed as the 118 man and a smurf who looked more like a hypothermic old lady or a half-melted blob of Blu-Tak in a hat. There was also a guy dressed as a pink fairy with pretty wings, which was murr.
Anyway, as is often the case with me, one drink led to two which led to seven - largely Guinness but sometimes continental beer like Quilmes, a nice Argentinian brew. We started off in The Original Oak and moved to The Box, a nightclub cum trendy bar. There, one of my work colleagues asked me outright "Are you a furry?" which took me aback somewhat. I saw little reason to deny it so I just confirmed it was the case. I wear wolf T-shirts all the time at work so they know I am into my wolves - they even got me a howling wolf mask once for the lols. The next topic of conversation was CSI, as this was the only way they had come into contact with furs (worrying that, isn't it?) so I spent the next five minutes confirming and denying the truths and the lies.
And that was that - we moved on to the next topic of conversation. No one said anything at work today and no one seems to care. I never intended to bring it up at work but my policy has always been if I get asked a question straight I will be honest in my reply. People knowing I am fur doesn't bother me as it's merely one of many interests I have - it certainly doesn't define me, all it does is influence me. I also think me being gay came up too but back in April, I met a drunken colleague of mine who asked me whether I was gay directly as well, so I guess these things are obvious with me. Again, no one seems all that bothered.
We ended up in Trio - an excellent trendy underground nightclub which was firmly routed in 1995. So excellent Britpop blared out, I did some dancing, chatted with more work colleagues and then got ripped off on the taxi home. I was drunk but I almost got out in protest at the price. We negotiated I believe. The only sour note was a couple of people leaving me behind when I went to the toilet, but I am sure this had more to do with drunken minds and them thinking I had already gone than anything else. I'd like to hope so anyway.
The hangover today was painful - not even the delightful strawberry and raspberry smoothie I had from the Roots & Shoots Vegetarian cafe could perk me up. Technical issues at work meant today was a chore but I am off tomorrow so it's all good :-)
Anyway, as is often the case with me, one drink led to two which led to seven - largely Guinness but sometimes continental beer like Quilmes, a nice Argentinian brew. We started off in The Original Oak and moved to The Box, a nightclub cum trendy bar. There, one of my work colleagues asked me outright "Are you a furry?" which took me aback somewhat. I saw little reason to deny it so I just confirmed it was the case. I wear wolf T-shirts all the time at work so they know I am into my wolves - they even got me a howling wolf mask once for the lols. The next topic of conversation was CSI, as this was the only way they had come into contact with furs (worrying that, isn't it?) so I spent the next five minutes confirming and denying the truths and the lies.
And that was that - we moved on to the next topic of conversation. No one said anything at work today and no one seems to care. I never intended to bring it up at work but my policy has always been if I get asked a question straight I will be honest in my reply. People knowing I am fur doesn't bother me as it's merely one of many interests I have - it certainly doesn't define me, all it does is influence me. I also think me being gay came up too but back in April, I met a drunken colleague of mine who asked me whether I was gay directly as well, so I guess these things are obvious with me. Again, no one seems all that bothered.
We ended up in Trio - an excellent trendy underground nightclub which was firmly routed in 1995. So excellent Britpop blared out, I did some dancing, chatted with more work colleagues and then got ripped off on the taxi home. I was drunk but I almost got out in protest at the price. We negotiated I believe. The only sour note was a couple of people leaving me behind when I went to the toilet, but I am sure this had more to do with drunken minds and them thinking I had already gone than anything else. I'd like to hope so anyway.
The hangover today was painful - not even the delightful strawberry and raspberry smoothie I had from the Roots & Shoots Vegetarian cafe could perk me up. Technical issues at work meant today was a chore but I am off tomorrow so it's all good :-)
