To me, Furry Fandom is one of the most compelling challenges to hyper masculinity, its converse, repressed femininity, and the overarching hegemony of hetero domination. In western culture, it is impossible to be anything other than what the narrow binary of male/female imposes, and this distinction is even further parsed out in our distinctions between species. But lets face it, we are all animals. Whether you admit it our not everyone of us is just as much a "species" as the next critter. Modern male-centric Victorian sciences have left us with an idea of species that implies a distinction from one body to the next. A plump pup is different from a slim pup, and the timid vixen is not a raccoon. But take it from someone who has felt "the call of the wild", so to speak. We just get it. We thrill at the rustling of the leaves and the skitter scatter of prey through the underbrush. We read the world in scent, and like our sapiens brethren painting a canvas, we paint the invisible scent world with our essence. Our mark. In this there is no difference between pup, vixen, or racoon. We all scurry, we all scavenge, we all sniff. We are all fluid from one "species" (I will now use the term "individual" instead of species) to the next. The concept of species is one science imposes upon the world. Maybe it made sense to victorians living in a chauvinistic culture guided by arcane precepts of "mankinds" supremacy over nature, but in this age, the age of knowing, the age of trusting your nose and not your brain, we simply know better. Whoever said: "the nose knows" had grasped a deeper truth regarding the nature of reality than they could have fathomed.