I’m surprised at the large amount of head-canons I have for a dilapidated old animatronic fox that bites off people’s frontal lobes.
He still remembers when the children would give him gifts.
Even if plastic, those are his treasures.
that’s a way sexism affects men too; because crying = expressing emotion = feminine = men don’t cry. and similarly, gay = feminine = bad. it’s a big bunch of bullshit. how you express your emotions is nobody else’s fucking business.
I want to +like on your comment 100 times, because yes, exactly. Emotions being tied to gender is pretty much an odd concept to begin with, and you’d think by this time it would be something in the past. Yet, it still persists to this day.
I really dislike that when something bad happens, if I cry or even seem remotely sad, one of my parents, or other people I know, will sometimes say “Suck it up, be a man” or “men don’t cry”.
My mother even has the habit of when, if something upsets me or she catches me crying or having a panic attack (which I have since tried to hide from my family when it happens), her response is to say that I am exhibiting “flaming behavior”. What she means is that I’m acting high-strung or emotional due solely for being homosexual, and I should knock it off and act like a “real” man.
I don’t expect my family to change the way they perceive me, especially not after so many years of the same responses. Yet, I get really irritated that they push so hard to change me, to fit what they see me as, to make me fit a gender mold of behavior. Again, if I break down due to nerves, poor health and/or outside situations, they still persist I can control it, can stop it at any time, and tell me I do it solely for attention. I don’t, and I do not want those feelings. Who wants to be sad, scared or lonely? Certainly I don’t attract friends that way, and I know that. I’m not being foolish doing that over and over, thinking I am attracting attention.
I do not see them telling me to stop crying, using my gender as a reason, as them trying to help me. At this stage, if someone does it, it feels to me more that they say it only because my feelings inconvenience them. It’s a shame tactic.
I want to be myself, who I really am, not what anyone else wants me to be.
I tried to brighten it up some to make it more visible— but thanks to TV Tropes, I noticed that Foxy has two golden teeth on his left lower jawline. I can’t quite make out if there’s any more, but these two specifically seem to be solid gold.