My mother is fine with both my being gay and a furry. She loves my zebra suit and she's met quite a few of my furry friends both "normally" and in furry situations. She takes the attitude that as long as I'm happy, and safe, it's all good.

Outside of my family, a handful of co-workers and a number of non-furry friends know about both these aspects of my life. It's not that I make an effort to tell them about my personal affairs - rather, I'm not known for being shy and retiring, so sometimes these things just slip out, as it were. >;) Only two friends have ever shunned me, and I can only think of one incident where I was given grief for my sexual orientation, and it didn't involve violence.

My father is another kettle of fish entirely: he thinks that I make baby Jesus cry, and I think that's awesome. >;)