Howdy, Flagstaffers and friendly visitors!
I've put together a little visitor guide. There's some information about geography and climate, local attractions, and places to eat and drink. It's not a comprehensive list, and everyone has their own favorites -- feel free to share! -- but hopefully this will be a nice starting place for newcomers, people hoping to get out and about a little more, and for travelers looking to experience our nice little mountain town.
Weather and Climate Altitude -- Perched high up on the Colorado Plateau and at the foot of the San Francisco Peaks, Flagstaff sits at 7,000 feet (2133 meters) above sea level in North America's largest stand of Ponderosa Pine trees. You'll need more sleep, more water, more sunscreen, and to change your layers more often if you're coming from lowlands. Also, watch out for alcohol -- it'll sneak up on you quick up here.
Winters bring intermittent but sometimes heavy snowfall. Usually, even a couple of feet of snow will burn off within a couple weeks, and most of the time our roads are fine to drive on a day or two after the main storm. It's rare to see the mercury dip below 0 degrees (-17C), and daytime highs usually rise above freezing.
Springs are often uncomfortably windy, with blowing road cinders, highs in the 40s, and lows down into the 20s. Juniper and pine pollen can induce some misery for people with allergies. It's common to have some late season snow showers, and getting caught out with too few layers in an April rainstorm is about the coldest you'll ever be in Flagstaff.
Summers are downright idyllic, with warm sun, filtered shade under towering pines, aspen leaves quaking in the breeze, and highs usually in the 70s and 80s (21-31C); since the advent of weather records, the high has never reached 100 (38C). Starting right around July 4 each year, our monsoon season arrives. While they aren't monsoons in a meteorological sense, many summer afternoons see short bursts of torrential rain and fierce lightning strikes. It's a very, very bad time to be up on an exposed ridgeline. Clouds will start to build up, darken, and drop, and by then, you'd better be working your way back to the car.
Fall in Flagstaff have beautiful golden leaves, mild days, and crisp, clear nights. Oak Creek Canyon and Lockett Meadow host hordes of visitors, people congregate around backyard fire pits, and thrift stores sell out of flannel. The whole town smells like juniper smoke and nutmeg, Led Zeppelin IV gets a lot of play -- you get the picture.
How to Get Here Air- Flying into PHX or Mesa is usually cheapest, but sometimes you can get good deals coming right into Flagstaff. You can only get to Flagstaff from a transfer in Phoenix, but it is a neat little ride on a low capacity prop plane. FLG is right outside the city limits, and within 10 minutes of downtown.
Train- Amtrak Bus- Greyhound – These may be slightly cheaper options but will probably take you longer.
Interstates- Flagstaff is at the intersection of I-17 and I-40. Other main highways that pass through town are Highway 180 and Highway 89.
Shuttle- A shuttle from Phoenix Sky Harbor comes up to Flagstaff several times a day (and returns as well). They range from 30-50 dollars per person each way.
Getting Around Traffic moves relatively slowly through Flagstaff and most drivers are pretty courteous – if they’re not, the correct response is to shrug and shake your head while musing that they must not be from here. Pedestrians are very common and not terribly aware, especially downtown. Bicyclists are often traveling in traffic lanes (which are often also marked for bicycles), so please be careful.
Because of the railroad, the interstates, and our topography here (as well as some conspicuous planning oversights), it’s pretty forgivable to get lost in Flagstaff. Google Maps and car navigators are both pretty reliable, but if you’re trying to travel anywhere with directions alone, pay close attention.
The railroad lines cross all the way through Flagstaff, and crossings are limited. There are crossings via under- or overpass at Milton, Fourth Street, and Country Club. You can use surface crossings at Beaver Street, San Francisco Street, Ponderosa Parkway, Steves, and Fanning, but plan on waiting a while for the train to pass by.
Milton, which turns into I-17 the moment you leave town to the south, is nearly always crowded and unpleasant but there aren’t a lot of alternate routes around. After you pass under the railroad tracks heading north on Milton, it becomes Route 66, which is often similarly crowded.
Downtown Downtown Flagstaff can be tricky if you’re in a car. It’s divided into Southside and Downtown, with the division taking place at Route 66/the BNSF Railroad tracks. 2-hour parking is available for free every day, everywhere downtown, though sometimes it takes a while to find. Very soon, a new parking system will take effect and meters will be installed.
Downtown is where you can find most of the shops and galleries, as well as some higher end bars and restaurants. In its center is Heritage Square, which has all sorts of movies and events throughout the summer, and Wheeler Park is on its western end. It’s a small enough area to explore on foot. From west to east, Humphreys is a two-way street and a main thoroughfare for traffic headed toward the Grand Canyon; Beaver Street is a one-way and goes south; on Leroux traffic travels in both directions, and San Francisco goes north. Aspen is a one-way heading east, and Birch is the next block up and heads west. For east-west streets in the downtown area, they are in alphabetical order and named after trees. You start heading uphill and away from the shops and restaurants once you hit Cherry, and most everything noteworthy is between San Francisco and Humphreys (with a few restaurants a block farther east).
Southside is a little grungier and a little quirkier. There’s a couple great breweries, some excellent restaurants, and a few little shops. Most points of interest lie on either San Francisco or Beaver Street, though you may travel a block farther east or west on Phoenix. Southside extends all the way down to NAU’s campus, but there’s not much going on south of Butler. San Francisco and Beaver are still one-ways, again, with San Francisco moving north and Beaver heading south. None of the east-west streets in Southside are one-ways.
Things to Do in Flagstaff Lava Tubes – The Lava River Cave is nearly a mile long and is non-technical and accessible to anyone with sturdy shoes, a couple flashlights (bring a backup and make sure your batteries are fresh), and a sweatshirt. There are some rugged boulders to crawl over at the beginning, but there aren’t any tight squeezes and there’s no real climbing. Once you’re in, the floor is relatively flat and the cave opens way up. Once you’re in, it’s quiet, dark, and very cool. It’s 42 degrees inside even during the summer. Head north on Highway 180, then make a left on FR 245, another left onto FR 171, and then left onto 171B, which deadends at the Lava River Cave. The Forest Service roads are graveled and sometimes washboarded – you’d be fine in most sedans if you take it slow, except for in the winter. If it's snowy, you'll have to ski or snowshoe in.
Sunset Crate Wupatki – The National Park Service operates three National Monuments in the Flagstaff area. The first, Sunset Crater, is a surreal garden of jagged, black lava rocks with striking panoramas of the Painted Desert and the Peaks. Wupatki, the second, is a collection of Ancestral Puebloan ruins dating back as far as 500 AD with some impressively preserved pueblos and excellent interpretive staff. Both are accessible from Highway 89, heading north from Flagstaff. There are good signs and a turn lane for Sunset Crater 12 miles north of town. The Sunset Crater visitor center is 2 miles down the road and Wupatki is another 20 or so.
Walnut Canyon – Walnut Canyon, the third, is a beautiful limestone canyon cut down into the Colorado Plateau. The view is great from the Visitor Center, but if you’re feeling up for it, try the Island Trail. A close-up view of 700-year-old ruins are your reward, but be warned – it’s a much longer way up than down. Take I-40 east of town to Exit 204, for Walnut Canyon. Head south for about 3 miles, and you’ll run into the Walnut Canyon visitor center.
Peaks – The San Francisco Peaks are the crown jewel of the Flagstaff area, teeming with wildlife, glittering aspen trees, fragrant pines, and some high elevation spruce and fir. Much of the following is too snowy for casual access in the winter, when, of course, Snowbowl is open to skiers. A few other stops and hiking areas of note:
- Veit Springs is about 4.5 miles up Snowbowl road, on the right. There’s an unimproved parking area before a gate and some interpretive signs. It’s an easy mile and a half hike (round trip), and it takes you to a historic homestead cabin, an aspen grove, some big rock outcroppings, and even some pictographs.
- The Kachina Trail heads east from the lower parking lot at Snowbowl and traverses the peaks for 7 or so miles (one-way) to the Shultz Tank area. It’s a nice long hike of moderate difficulty through aspen, fir, and Ponderosa, with some views of Flagstaff and the surrounding area from up high after you hit the old Leroux burn line.
- The Humphreys Peak trail takes you up to Arizona’s highest point and is also accessible from the lower parking lot at Snowbowl. You have to earn the beautiful views — it’s a strenuous hike up, and the air gets increasingly thinner. In the summer, start very early (perhaps before sunrise), because it’s a truly terrifying place to be in a lightning storm. In the winter, you'll need snowshoes, serious winter layers, routefinding experience, and avalanche awareness -- it's not for the unprepared.
- There’s a great frisbee golf course starting at Snowbowl’s upper parking lot. It’s a full 18-hole course and it’s free. There’s great views to be had, and the slower pace of the game helps give the elevation to you in small doses. They have discs for sale at the lodge, though you can probably get them cheaper in town.
Things to do Elsewhere Grand Canyon — Its reputation pretty much precedes it. It’s a very, very large crack in the earth, and a staggering collection of different geology, plants, and animals crammed into the same place. It’s worth a(nother) visit. You can drive your car to the Grand Canyon Village; from there, you’ll have to take a shuttle to other destinations on the South Rim. Also, it’s worth mentioning that the big clear skywalk thing is a few hours away from the main scene at the Canyon. Some safety tips — if you’re going below the rim, be very well prepared with a gallon per person of water and plenty of snacks and
do not plan to go down to the river and back up. If you're not careful, it'll loudly make the point that nature is indifferent to you. It takes about an hour and 30 minutes to get up there. Fee: 25 dollars per car, National Park Service
Sedona — If you have not visited Sedona, do it! Culturally quirky and geographically remarkable. It does get hot here- with summer highs usually in the mid 90s. Our suggestion is to visit early or late, to watch the sunrise or sunset. It's also a great place to hit in the fall or spring. 89A provides a scenic route there -- down switchbacks in Oak Creek Canyon. There are many places to stop along the way to relax and take a dip in the clear water of Oak Creek. About 45 minutes from Flag. Fee: Most of Sedona is National Forest land, but requires a Red Rock Pass for many of the parking lots for land access. A day pass is 5 dollars.
Red Rock State Park/Crescent Moon Ranch – Not far south of Sedona on Highway 89. There are good signs pointing to your turnoff. It’s a ten dollar entrance fee per vehicle which supports the Arizona State Park system. There are nice easy paths and pretty picnic spots, as well as great access to Oak Creek and spectacularly framed views of Cathedral Rock and the rest of Sedona’s red rock skyline.
Food Flagstaff is a great place to eat. Generally, if someone seems like a noisy, gas pedal stomping, sled debris littering sort of tourist, I'll send them to Chili's;
u/Flagtosser will make sure they know all about Bunhugger's. For the rest of you, though, here are some of my favorites.
Breakfast - Biff's Bagels has the New Yorkiest bagels around. Chewy on the outside and, uh, bagely on the inside, slathered with like half a cup of cream cheese. Be advised -- it's cash only.
- La Bellavia – Also on Beaver Street, half a block farther south than Biff’s. Great pancakes, french toast with rich strawberry butter, country potatoes, and eggs benedict. They’ve also got espresso drinks and quiches. It’s a bit spendy – probably $12-16 per person after tax and tip and they don’t like to split checks. Same menu as Brandy's up on Cedar, but different owners.
- MartAnne’s Burrito Palace – If you haven’t tried Mexican food for breakfast, you’re missing out. Martanne’s has excellent chorizo (spicy Mexican breakfast sausage) as well as good chilaquiles (eggs and cheese scrambled with stewed and sauced pork, served over tortilla chips). It’s also quirky in there – the place has been decorated by a local artist with Dia de los Muertos style skeletons.
- Northern Pines has established itself as our best diner. They're over on east Butler, have an extensive menu and large portions, keep the coffee coming, and generally get things right.
Lunch - Las Gorditas is tucked back away from the busy main streets and has great food. You can’t go wrong with a bean and cheese burrito enchilada style, and the torta de carne asada (Mexican steak sandwich) is also great. Their salsa bar is the standout – I like the jalapeño salsa and the aguacamole. They do charge you for additional bowls of chips, but their prices are low enough to more than balance it out. Telemundo or a fútbol game is likely to be playing on the TV, and there’s a sparkly airbrushed mural of Mexican revolutionaries – both signs this is the real deal. It appears grungy, but it’s clean, tidy and the service is friendly and prompt.
- Mama Burger is pretty much just a good old fashioned burger. Thin, wide patties on white bread buns with a pretty good variety of toppings. Big piles of fries. Good milkshakes. They’ve also got homemade veggie burgers. It’s also got a dog friendly patio with a great view of the Peaks.
- Fratelli's Pizza is pretty good, and eight bucks gets you two slices and a drink. They're huge slices. They also do a good job with salads, wings, and mozzarella sticks; if you're looking to catch some professional soccer on TV, they're also your best bet.
Dinner - Pato Thai – I like their pad thai and their green curry. The veggie wraps are good appetizers. Pato Thai is great for dine-in or carry out, though it can be a little noisy inside and there aren’t a ton of tables. They’ll also only run one card per table, so you might want to grab some cash first.
- Satchmo's - Awesome pulled pork, jambalya, cornbread, coleslaw, and catfish po'boys. Swanky music, counter service, patio, and good beer on tap.
- Pizzicletta totally goes toe to toe with some of the best pies in the Valley. I like the margherita the best, but I'm a bit of a purist. Real nice roasted olives and great gelatto, too. You can also order it from Mother Road, two doors down.
- La Fonda -- Old school, sloppy gloppy, blast furnace Mexican food. Good chips and salsa. Their green chile burros and chimichangas are about the best things on the menu, but you can't go too wrong.
Fancy Dinner - Tinderbox is hip, well-executed American food. $20-$30 per plate. Probably my favorite, but narrowly.
- Cottage Place is the old mainstay for fine(r) dining. Impeccable service, playful takes on French classics.
- Coppa Cafe, despite its unassuming storefront in a strip mall on Milton, is outstanding. The soups are the standouts to me, but everything I've had there has been pretty excellent. Good pastries, too.
- Brix, Root, Shift, and Josephine's probably round out the special date restaurant landscape in town. I'm told they're good.
Drinks - Mother Road Brewing -- My favorite is their Gold Road, and if you're a Kolsch kinda person or it's summery, it's really nice. Their Tower Station IPA is the second best of its kind in Arizona, as far as I'm concerned. You can also order a pizza from Pizzicletta, next door, which is fantastic.
- Wanderlust -- Their 928 is an excellent farmhouse, and probably my favorite beer in town. They just have a tasting room in their warehouse, still pretty small. Dog friendly, no food unless there's a food truck out front.
- Dark Sky -- They've got like three flagship beers. The Bear Jaw is really good, and most people's favorite. Their Hiline Jalapeno is interesting, and better than any other jalapeno beer I've tried. Very cool taproom, the food truck out back has good nachos. If novelty is your thing, this is a good place to land -- they made 100 different beers in their first year of existence, and I think they're on track for another hundred.
- Historic -- People love their Pie Hole Porter. My favorite is the Deer Lord, though it's not always available. They experiment with some kinda far out stuff, like cucumber basil or a coconut dunkel.
- Beaver Street/Lumberyard -- The main beer game in town for decades, but has definitely given some ground to newer, hipper breweries. I still love them. The Railhead Red is good, and goes great with the Lumberjack burger. Order it medium or medium rare -- they're a little conservative in the kitchen.
- Flagstaff Brewing Company -- Nice patio, ping pong table, pretty good burgers. Their beer isn't much to write home about, but I'll get the Spruce Tips if I happen to be there.
- The Annex, run by the Tinderbox, mixes great drinks and has a wonderful patio.
- The Commerce has excellent cocktails and a cool art deco theme.
Thanks for reading. If anyone has specific questions, I'm happy to chime in. My specialties are probably along the lines of hikes and food, but I'm always excited to talk about my favorite spots.
submitted by I'm from Ironton, Ohio. My name is Chris. (On ICQ, Yahoo and Aim I went by Blaze). This ~is~ my life's story, so it's pretty long. I'll pretty much be writing everything down in the order that I remember it happening.
My mother had me when she was 16, my dad was illiterate and had pretty severe bipolar as well as paranoid skitzophrenia. Childhood was hell because of the constant fighting and my dad flipping out and breaking things. Anyway, my mother had me put on SSI when I was maybe 7 or 8. I was diagnosed with ADHD but it was actually autism (they didn't know much about it or how to detect it back then), they put me on Ritalin, which I personally think is wrong and there are a lot of side affects to giving a child something like that such as hormonal changes and prostate issues later on. Kinda made me become sexual at too early of an age. Was always grinding against stuffed animals and I was only 8 or so, having messed up sexual fantasies.
Oh, I was also molested by a neighboor friend when I was 11, so that also could have had some effect on me.
My mom was the typical "battered wife" - when my dad had his flip outs she'd hide me in the closet. He'd break everything in the friggin' house. When I got older I tried to defend my mom, it was like a kind of contest between me and my dad to out-crazy each other. I'd come to her defense and basically want to beat the snot out of my dad and she'd just say "he's your father, it's not his fault, he's just got the devil in him." I hated hearing that.
I'd go to school and wonder if when I came home the house would be on fire or something. Life was pretty much go to school, come home, go upstairs to my room and try to avoid drama. I'd hear my parents fight and I'd just put on music.
My dad and I would work on cars when he wasn't being a crazy destructive bipolar nut job. He'd get salvage cars to fix up and we'd pull out the dents and fill the rest with Bondo and paint over them. Fun stuff, when he was being normal. Not so fun when he'd break whatever he was working on. That was my cue to go back upstairs and play Nintendo.
Oh yeah, he was working at a Junkyard under the table (he too was on SSI) my mom "managed" his money for him.
Went to a redneck Highschool, hated everyone there except for a few actually decent people. The place I went, you had to be racist to fit in. Everyone chewed snuff and bragged about having relatives in the Klan. I didn't have many friends, maybe enough to count on one hand. I made it a point to keep my real self hidden so I wouldn't face even more bullying. Everyone already harassed me enough for being a spazzy nerdy kid, the last thing I needed was for anyone to know about me being gay... (This fear of being outed prevented me from opening up to people I knew who might be gay, and Ironton is such a small place that once information leaks it travels rapidly).
There -was- a cute guy who was in the marching band who very clearly was gay, but I never had the courage to approach or out myself to him. Kinda wish I had slipped him a bit of paper with my phone number on it, but then also my mom listened in on my phone conversations by picking up the other receiver.
Got a computer maybe sometime around 10th grade. Started spending more time on that than hanging out with "friends" - I got acquainted with "furries" pretty much by accident, I was hanging out on a Tails (Sonic fandom) message board and through that I got into furry stuff.
I started getting on ICQ a lot, talking to all these strangers who shared a common interest in cute characters. I didn't get into the pornographic side of it til much later, though I had been having those kinds of fantasies in my head for a long time and quite early. Aside from ICQ I used Furcadia a lot. Furcadia was a graphical chat "game" sorta like what Second Life is, except it's all very basic and in 2D. You pick a species and clothes and walk around talking to other furries.
I got into Yahoo Groups and traded furry "yiff" pics (porn) with people.
Got into Vocational for my 11th and 12th year of school. Took computer classes. Didn't do a whole lot with it. I couldn't afford to take A+ cert test and took C+ cabling which I did nothing with after I graduated.
Oh yeah, the summer I graduated my dad hit my mom with the telephone reciever. Gave her a big bruise on her temple. I had already taken off for my uncle's at the start of the fight because I didn't feel like sticking around. We only came back because I was scared he'd kill her. We get back and she stumbles off the porch and we get her in the car and take her to the police station. Took pictures of her bruise.
My dad tried to file for divorce then changed his mind. My mom basically made me sugar coat him on the witness stand so he'd get off light with community service instead of jail time. I started spending even more time on the computer. I didn't want to be around either of my parents because of the drama. I hardly had any local friends, I envied people who lived in better places that WEREN'T Ironton, Ohio.
Despite being graduated, my mother did not try to encourage me to "leave the nest." She didn't even try to push me to get a job or become independent in any way. She would have been content to have me live upstairs for the rest of my life. She was most definitely a "helicopter mom" - hovering over everything.
I had a few visits from some furry friends in nicer cities. Cincinnati, Cleveland, Columbus. My mom's opinion of "internet people" was that they're all serial killers.
When I had my first visit she asked him a whole bunch of questions. It was rather embarassing.
The same guy came back down again with some of his friends to take me to Anthrocon (2001). Told my mother it was "just an anime convention."
They all came to my house and we hung out, went to Jo Anne Fabrics so they could throw together some pretty terrible looking fursuits. Then we got in the guy's car and he drove us the 18 hours to Pittsburgh.
Got to the con and I was pretty overwhelmed. I'd hardly been anywhere outside of Ohio. There were so many people, so many suits. At one point my friends ended up ditching me to go into the "headless lounge" where the suiters go to cool off and they told me I couldn't go with them. I hung out by the piano feeling dejected. Along comes "Cal" ... A guy twice my age, not attractive in the slightest, but someone was being nice to me so I didn't care....
He started rubbing my shoulders out of nowhere, I felt creeped out but I was also lonely and felt like my friends left me, he bragged about being a trained masseuse and offered me a massage if I came up to his room with him.
I did and things went a direction they shouldn't have. It went from me getting a massage to him biting me and penetrating me... I went back to my friends' room at the con with bite marks and was promptly made fun of. Felt bad.
Despite this, when I got back home I still kept talking to the guy via his ICQ number. He wanted to keep seeing me.
He'd mail me little gifts, call me on the phone.
He even came to visit, which completely creeped out my mother since this was a 32 year old man visiting her, at the time, 20 year old son (who also still looked 16).
My mom got hold of his wallet to do background checks on him suspecting he's a pedo (she wasn't far off).
Still she didn't do anything to stop anything.
He came back again to take me and some much cuter "local" friends to King's Island. (Local being like, 45 min away in Charleston, West Virginia) I should have stayed and tried to pursue things with Villicent, the local furry who had a crush on me, lol.
But instead I'd eventually end up leaving with C. I wanted out of Ironton, badly. Enough to leave with a guy I wasn't even all that attracted to. I just wanted to get away.... Away from my parents, away from the fights, away from backwards racist homophobic redneck Ironton.
The day I was to get on a plane to leave with C to go to Washington state is also the day I learned from my mother that I had been on SSI for most of my life... The fact she never told me infuriated me. I used to skip lunches to save up my money thinking $20 was something big.
I used to go with her to donate plasma to try to save up just to afford going to the convention, and here I was getting a check I didn't even know about, that she was using... "For bills" she says... But between her cleaning house for old people and dad's SSI + junkyard job + reselling fixed up cars, there is no way we could have been that poor.
She was also taking diet pills like Adipex and Phen-Phen "for energy" she says... That makes me think "was she using my SSI on those pills?" It makes me angry because I could have been given a chance - after I turned 16, or 18 - to learn financial responsibility and manage my own finances. Instead I was kept in the dark and the only thing that forced her to tell me was me moving away.
And even then, when I moved there was a 4 month period where she was only sending me half of my check. What did she still need it for? The house was paid off.
Welp... On to C. (2002 to 2004)
- I had my representative payee thing transferred from my mom to C. This was a bad idea. He took just as much advantage of me as my mom did.
He had me paying what he said was "half" of rent in a small converted basement room -- my part was 300 dollars, so his part also would have been 300 dollars... 600 for a room? - doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
He had me set up a joint account with him too, visa debit. Also a bad idea because it meant he had access to my money any time he felt like it.
When he got layed off from his job at Boeing, there was a good 6 month period where he had me paying rent for both of us, while he was drawing both Oregon and Washington unemployment checks.
He showed himself to be a schemer and abusive. He had me pretty brainwashed too. The "emotional drug dealer" talk... "I'm the only one that's going to take care of you and put up with you, everyone else hates you" kind of stuff.
I had friends I would meet at the furry meets and they'd try to save me or get me away from C but he always pulled me right back to him...
C was also a pederast. Very much the ephebopile. He would bring over underage furries from the meets and try to bend them to his will, usually with alcohol. Kids as young as 14 sometimes. If I said anything in protest it was usually ignored or he'd tell me to mind my own business.
I eventually told him I felt like he was too old for me. His reaction to this was to make a suicide threat. He had his dad's Colt 45 always sitting on the nightstand, he put it to his head like he was going to kill himself, I pleaded with him to stop. He then pointed the end of the gun to my temple and acted like he was going to shoot me instead...
Click nothing happened. He had taken the bullets out.
He then laughs at me for being so gullible to think he'd kill himself over someone as worthless as me.
Why did I continue living with this person? Because I didn't want to go back to Ironton, Ohio.
I didn't want to go back to where I had no one. Hardly any local furries at all. In Washington there were so many and so close. None of that was back in Ironton.
C and I "broke up" but I still had to live there...
Eventually I ended up talking to someone in Lansing, Michigan (Loopy Foxtail) who wanted to bring me out there to visit and also go to Anthrocon again. I stayed at his place for maybe 4 months. All the while, C still had access to my money and was taking out my part of rent, me being under the impression that I'd still have somewhere to come back to after the visit was over (why did I still want to go back?).
C actually moved someone else in and was charging them rent while still taking out my part using the joint access... He called me and bragged about it. I felt hurt and like there was nothing I could do about it, when really I should have reported him to SSA for abusing his position as my payee and stealing from me.
I visited my parents, they tried to convince me to stay in Ironton but I wouldn't. I knew I'd hate it there.
I went back to Lansing and stayed with the two furries I knew there for a little while longer, then got in contact with a couple in Bellevue, Washington and made my plans to go back, despite Loopy wanting me to stay.
I rode the Greyhound back again, to go live with "Qba" and "Grazel" in Bellevue. (2004 to 2006).
Q was pretty cool. He liked collecting ROMs and emulators for old video game systems, so we definitely had common ground, also the same sarcastic humor. G was more of an MMO person and also quite a bit older than Q.
Qba and I spent more time together than he did with his "husband" (they got married in Portland before the whole thing where gay marriage in Oregon got reversed). G spent nearly all of his free time playing World of Warcraft.
Times were good, at least with Qba and I. We'd hang out, play old games, watch shows. But for whatever reason I wasn't satisfied with who I had around me so I did what I always did and got addicted to ICQ and other messenger programs talking to people. At least there was Pounced (furry personals site) that I could use to look for potential friends / boyfriends, but the person I got along with best was already there in the same apartment with me.
Despite this, I still searched and dated.
My mom kept in contact via phone, informed me that my dad had filled for a divorce to flex his control over her. She asked what she should do and I told her "give him what he wants."
Q introduced me to the world of Second Life and I started spending all of my time on it and so did he. It was an escape, a Virtual World where you can run around a giant sandbox and do whatever. Very addictive. Someday I bet something like this will ensnare everyone... It will be as bad as any drug.
Through Second Life, I bumped into Grue, who was another local Washington furry. Struck up a relationship way way way too quickly. We also got in a car accident trying to go to a Teriyaki restaurant. A delivery driver hit his car and spun us in circles, broke the rear axel. It was his first day out driving.
His uncle got us in contact with a lawyer, supposedly would come into some money since it was the other guy's fault.
Grue was getting kicked out of his parents' place so I let him move in, this was a mistake as he monopolized my space and would go into emo fits and lock himself in my room. He wouldn't explain what was wrong either. "If you don't know what's wrong I'm not going to tell you."
We got in a fight and unfortunately I was the one who was made to leave. I ended up moving into another house nearby with some friends, Steel and Draco. They were pretty bad hoarders, didn't really clean on a regular basis.
My grandfather died and my mom wanted me to come back to Ohio under the pretense of attending the funeral. Nah, she just wanted me back in Ironton again. And the only reason I even agreed to go back was because I knew a black furry in Cincinnati through Second Life who I wanted to see.
(2006)
I get on the plane to go back to stupid frigging Ironton.
I still remember the first thing my mother said to me when she picked me up when I got back and told her about wanting to see Kisach: "I don't think it's right for the races to mix." I replied to that with "well, thanks for reminding me why I hate everyone in Ironton."
I get back, my mom converts everything of mine back to Ohio, assuming I'm going to stay there with her indefinitely. Ironton is much too boring and depressing for me to handle, when you spend most of your life in a horrible redneck small town, then go to much nicer places, then come back... It's like you remember all the reasons you hate the small town and why you miss the much nicer cities you lived in.
The ray of light of course was getting to have Kisach come down to visit. He brought his PS2 and some games and we hooked that up to my mom's big rear projection TV. We had fun and got pretty close but we didn't fool around... I did kiss him rather shyly.
We went back to Cincinnati to visit too. Stayed at his dad's for a while, went to the Cincinnati Mall. It was nice up there. Kisach really wanted us to get a place together, and I should have. Instead, I drove my mother nuts constantly bitching about how much I despise Ironton and she had me set up to go back to Washington... to go live with a guy in Tacoma who I knew before I left. I should have stayed, I should have waited for Kisach and not abandoned him.
I should have stayed. I called Kisach from the motel my mom and I spent the night at and cried my eyes out, told him I wouldn't forget him, that I'd try to come back for him. Ugh. I should have just not left at all and toughed things out.
Got to Tacoma, lived with someone I'll call "R" ... R was okay, if just a bit hard to figure out. R collected shotacon, cub furry art and some.... other things. The situation eventually changed and R planned on moving to Tennessee to start a power washing business. I didn't want to go with, I dunno why. Too attached to Washington, I guess.
Got back into contact with "C" again and got a ride down to Vancouver, WA to stay with Bengalix. That was.... interesting. I lived with Bengalix in a very filthy apartment with him and two very crazy people (a straight couple with domestic problems that were worse than my own parents) I didn't know this at the time but Bengalix and the two other people were doing meth... Something I'm just not into.
I wound up leaving that situation pretty quickly. I also kinda tattled to the apartment complex management about the meth use and the fact the straight couple had their kids around that environment.
Left that and wound up living with Purrcival in Portland, Oregon. It was a cramped tiny studio apartment across from what was PGE Park. Portland was nice, you could bus everywhere, take the Max line anywhere. Could walk to Pioneer Courthouse Square, which was the big hangout center. Lots of food carts. I loved Portland.
During my stay at that apartment I decided on a random whim of memory to call up the number for the lawyer of my case from the accident I was in with Grue back in Bellevue. I wasn't even expecting anything, but I was to come into some money from the accident. Wouldn't-cha know, "C" would come back into my life to swoop in and take advantage.
He convinced me to let him handle the 4300 dollar accident settlement I'd be getting. Convinced me to let him use half of it to get a house in Beaverton and he'd pay me back. This of course was a sham. He got the house but he took the entirety of the money, saying the landlady wanted it all up front. I let the same person who always used me and scammed me do it yet again.
I was even being charged 400 for a room in a house that my settlement money helped him to get with no real plans on when I would be payed back.
I stayed there for quite a while. Eventually got woken up by my friend "S" about just how badly I got conned. Even though I was pissed about getting used again, I did enjoy living in the area. I liked being able to see other furries. I had a lot of good friends and good encounters.
(2007)
Eventually I met someone and moved again, I'll call him JV. I moved with him in his trailer in Clackamas. The relationship didn't last long as he was really addicted to MMO games like G and I really just don't like those at all. We got in a situation where he'd play his MMO's and I'd be chatting to people on Second Life or something because I felt lonely.
Probably same as how Q must have felt with G.
I was looking for outside attention a lot. Pounced, Aim, Yahoo, ICQ. Got on Myspace. Bumped into the guy I had a crush on in highschool but hadn't been courageous enough to talk to. He said I should have said something to him....
sigh My dad also got in contact with me over myspace, I had not communicated with him for probably 8 years. He sent me a sort of apology gift in the form of DVDs of Knight Rider and various 80s movies we both liked. Initially I was scared he'd try mailing me some kind of bomb or something crazy.
While being on myspace I found out my favorite band would be coming to Portland - Dir en grey, a Japanese metal band I had loved since finding their music in 2003.
I went into full obsessed autistic weeaboo mode and took it upon myself to make fliers at the library with their copying machine and do promo by handing those out to random people or anyone who looked weeaboo enough.
Went to the concert and had a fantastic time.
JV and I grew more and more distant. I started sleeping on the couch that doubled as my computer chair. I developed what I believe was a torsion in my left testicle. JV took me to the ER to get looked at, they assumed it was epididimitis caused by an infection and shot me full of antibiotics (Rocephin / Ceftriaxone) was instructed to take a COLD bath, but by the time I got home I forgot this instruction.
I took a hot bath instead and my left testicle and scrotum expanded. I didn't go back to the ER even though I should have. It's possible I had an allergic reaction. Didn't think a whole lot of it since I could still masturbate without much issue. Should have gone back to ER and told them.
JV and I officially broke up and he expressed desire to have me out in 6 months.
Met someone I'll call JD via Pounced who lived pretty far out, but was willing to travel to be closer. I explained my situation and we made plans to save up and move together .
JD was probably the nicest person I would ever know, someone who truly loved me and cared for me. I didn't find this out until later, but JD actually left home on a "Wave" bus from Tillamook to Portland and slept on a park bench just so he could get closer to me. He met some other furries in the area by Sunset Transit Center by total random chance and he moved into their spare room. I finally could go visit him.
He got a temporary job doing canvassing for HRC.
Later he moved in with his friends he knew from Highschool when they got an apartment in Milwaukee, Oregon. He went from having a bed and a room to sleeping in a recliner. But he did it to be closer to me, so we could be together.
(2008)
I saved up close to 600 dollars and we pooled our money and got an apartment across from the Clackamas Mall. It was a tiny Studio apartment but fairly nice. Had a fireplace, a sectioned off "bed area" and "living area" - nice little place. Cheap at the time. We survived on just my SSI and my EBT. Amazing that we did that.
We found a sweet little kitten by the laundry facilities. Decided to keep him. Cute little grey and white kitty, mean and bitey as all hell.
I was happy even if we were struggling. I had JD, I had my computer and a nice CRT TV with all my emulators. Life was pleasant. But for whatever reason I still felt compelled to keep seeking out other furries when I didn't need to. I shouldn't have wanted anything else than what I had.
I had a good relationship with a good person. I screwed it up pretty badly. I couldn't stop being a damn internet addicted hoebag. He'd try to get random jobs to try and support us so I wouldn't have to cover everything, and I just used that time alone to slut it up online. Surprisingly he was forgiving, even though he shouldn't have been.
He eventually got on SSI himself with the help of a disability lawyer. At least then we didn't have to scrape by so much, we could each cover things pretty equally.
Despite how much he loved me I was still a bad person. I didn't appreciate who or what I had.
We moved out of our studio apartment and into a bigger 2 bedroom in the same complex with one of JD's friends who he knew since they were kids. I had everything I could want in that apartment. But I still didn't appreciate it.
JD started going to community college, begged me to start going with him because he felt scared and alone going by himself. I wouldn't listen and would just stay home, playing my old games, chat RP-ing with strangers.
(2010)
My dad got really unexpectedly ill. He had Creutzfeldt Jakob disease. He collapsed and had to be taken to the hospital. Nobody knew what was wrong with him (until after the autopsy). He eventually died. I felt terrible because he had tried really hard to reach out to me and keep in contact and I didn't keep up my end by calling him, I just waited for him to call me most of the time. CJD is also hereditary... So there's a high probability I'll develop it too.
Despite all the crazy domestic violence crap he put me and my mother through, I was heartbroken. I wouldn't get up from bed. I just layed under my blanket going over scenarios of how I could have prevented his accident, but I couldn't have.
Simple things like watching an episode of Doctor Who (the episode where Rose stops her dad from dying) would put me in crying fits.
JD took me too Multnomah County animal shelter and we got a dog, a corgi. It was to try and bring me out of my depression by trying to give me something to care for.
.......
We eventually moved from the place we were in and got into a different apartment with some room mates. JD was really sad to leave his friend behind as he didn't really want to.
Things with the other room mates were "ok" for a while, but they kept getting involved in mine and JD's disputes when they really shouldn't have. They kept trying to split us up, get me to move out. JD didn't want me to move, but he did use that kind of talking as a threat to get me to do what he wanted (like go to community college with him). It's the kind of thing I don't respond well to because I take it too seriously.
We had a "temporary hiatus" where I had to sleep in the livingroom. The room mates took this as their chance to keep pushing the idea that I'd have to move.
JD didn't really want that at all. He didn't want me to move. But since I felt like it was what everyone wanted and because I felt like JD and I were finished, I started pursuing another relationship and person I thought I'd move out with.
"K" was, ironically, someone JD brought over for my benefit to try and make me happy, instead we ended up dating. I dunno if I did it because I was mad about having to move or thinking he'd be an outlet or what. He reminded me a lot of myself, pretty helpless. I thought maybe if I could help him then in a way I could help myself. Maybe having someone to take care of would push me to have to do what needed to be done to become functional.
Poor guy had everything going against him. Parents didn't have any of his necessary documents like birth certificate and stuff, he lived in a converted two room shed behind a very gross hoarded house. I tried to help him get on the process to get SSI but it was pretty useless since he had none of the documents that would have been needed.
The relationship didn't last very long, maybe 6 months.
JD called me when I was over there at K's for a couple of days begging me to come back home and of course I did. JD gave me a stipulation, again with the ultimatums but this one actually had an option to go with it: Get on financial aid to go to community college with him + get back on anti-depressants -- or move. And since I didn't want to move, I took part one.
(2011)
Started attending community college with JD, it was actually really fun despite how afraid I was in the beginning. I got on the school paper with him and eventually snagged the position of Copy Editor, which I excelled at because I'm great at scanning text for mistakes with my eyes.
We still had occasional fights, it seemed unavoidable. One time we were trying to go meet up with a friend we knew from school and JD had me hold his phone to read directions for him. The friend called and I didn't know how to answer it because I assumed it worked like a normal button. I had no idea you were supposed to slide it a specific way to answer. He got mad at me and yelled "You're so useless, I may as well send you on a plane back to Ironton!" Hearing that hurt. I got angry, made him stop the car and I got out and threw the fidget ring he got me on the ground.
Had other roommate (M) pick me up and eventually JD and I did make up after both of us calming down.
We continued going to community college. JD graduated before I did (2013) because he started going a year before me. When I started having to go by myself, I felt a change. I missed going to classes with JD. I missed riding to school in the morning with him, getting food, being there together - riding back home together. Listening to audiobooks together.
I still went, but it didn't feel the same as before. I had to bus there on my own and JD wasn't with me, he was back home. I had late night classes and getting home after them was very rough because of the nearly 2 hour long bus rides.
My sleep pattern was already hard to maintain and getting home at 1am didn't make it any easier. By the time I'd get home JD would already be asleep.
If I didn't immediately go to sleep I'd end up staying up all night on the computer and ruining my sleep pattern again.
Even when it wasn't chatting to people I'd just stay up reading Wikipedia or doing some other pointless activity. I didn't realize it at the time but the internet was an addiction for me. I couldn't tear myself away from it. Once I got a smartphone that addiction became even worse because now I had constant connection in my hand 24/7. I honestly hate the fact smartphones even exist and that I got one. Up until the start of 2014, I had an old flip phone.
I'd be on the smartphone on the ride to and from school, on my alternate Facebook account (I kept my furry stuff separated from my main account). Eventually my alternate account got locked under Facebook's Real Name policy. I was annoyed because I could no longer access that account.
But why did I even need all these external connections? Why did I need to be chatting to people I couldn't even touch when I had a bf sitting in the room with me?
The nature of the internet.... Is numerous artificial connections. You make so many and connection loses meaning because you can always find someone who likes what you like, but is so far away so you just feel sad.
I guess maybe I was feeling alone because I felt like my interests, fetishes, hobbies and other stuff weren't shared or approved of so I was seeking out that approval and for others to legitimize things I liked. Maybe he felt the same way, as he had a lot of games and shows he liked that I lacked the attention span for. I just don't do MMO games, doesn't interest me much.
I would rather keep playing the same emulated games I collected over the years than spend time on an MMO. Emulation was pretty much the only thing I played except for rare occasions when we'd find something we both liked.
I lost my copy editor position at school as you can only have a specific position for so long. I had to switch to another position and it was website editor which I was terrible at.
My time at school started to feel less fun. I spent more and more time online, to the point I was missing days of class because I couldn't get up the next day.
JD demanded that I get back on anti-depressants, as he reminded me that this was the other half of his stipulation, and going to school was only one part. I set up an appointment with my therapist but I ended up missing it. What happened was that I had been up late as usual, even though I knew I had an appointment... by the time I got into bed behind JD there wasn't much space. At some point in my sleep I wound up laying across him diagonally which was uncomfortable for him and he woke up rather angry.
Instead of doing the logical thing and fixing my position on the bed, I just left for the couch in the living room and slept there. I didn't think to set an alarm to wake myself up. I woke up realizing I had missed my appointment, and instead of taking the responsibility for it, I tried to blame JD. That was addmitedly unfair. Naturally he got upset. "S" our other room mate stepped in to take the opportunity to yet again push the "I think you should move" agenda same as before I started going to school, and JD bought it and said "yeah, maybe you SHOULD move!" and that just opened the flood gates on my anger. I said things in response that I didn't mean just because I was angry that he would tell me to move.
And he didn't actually mean what he was saying about wanting me to move, he just wanted me to alter my behavior and the only way he knew how to do that was by frightening me with scare tactics. He thought by scaring me with the impending fear of having to move I would change, open up, tell him what's bothering me. That's not how my emotions work, when someone tells me to move I take that serious... and to outside observers it doesn't look like "I'm just doing this to scare him, I don't actually mean it."
To S, it was like "Oh good, I finally win. Now they'll separate."
I shouldn't have fucking listened. I should have just taken off, put on earbuds and went on a walk to calm down. Instead, because I felt hurt I felt the need to say something hurtful back, even if I didn't really mean it. I told JD that I wasn't happy in our relationship and that I wished I had stayed with K instead of coming back to him. This hurt JD more than anything... Probably more than being told to move hurt me.
He said "God damnit, Chris. I would have spent the rest of my life with you" hitting his knee with his fist and falling to the ground crying. I didn't expect this. He told me to move. I thought that meant that was it. Over. I don't like you. That's what those words meant to me. "I hate you, get out."
But he didn't mean any of it. It was S influencing us both. To JD it was a tool to get me to "shape up" but to me, you don't tell me to move unless you mean it.
The next day while I was at school he was sending me Facebook messages. Saying that he was up at his dad's and feeling alone. Feeling scared he was going to die alone. That he missed me and wished I was there with him on the coast. The coast was where we always went to wind down.
But I didn't see a "I don't want you to move" or a "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." Our conversation continued and I was just flat out resistant, still upset, heart still hardened from anger.
JD decided he would sleep out in the living room like I did the first time we broke up. I monopolized the bedroom and spent even more time online, talking to my stupid little internet friends. Months passed by. I forgot Christmas. Normally we'd put up a tree in the living room. That space was taken up by a tent made of fabric stick pinned to the cieling.
Poor JD slept alone on a crappy futon mattress with a foam cover while I got the bed. I would hardly talk to him sometimes. I spent more time talking to the guy in China who I met off Furgather than I did talking to JD. Occasionally we would watch a show together... Gotham. American Horror Story, An Idiot Abroad. A movie here and there.
He tried to get me involved in a Let's Play thing he was setting up with the other room mates but I was too busy hiding away in the bedroom. He told me of his plans to move and that I'd need to find replacement room mates. He begged me "don't move in some random furries, you think you'll get along because of that but you won't. Go on Craigslist or something, find normal people to live with."
He was right but I wouldn't listen. I wound up going on a Facebook group for the local furry community and posting an alert and of course I got two crazy people. H and D.
H seemed okay through talking online, but then so does everyone. It's only when you live with people that you find out what they're actually like. H used the fact she makes fursuits (full body mascot costumes based on a buyer's fursona) as a selling point for herself as a room mate. Of course I did not know this was her only source of income, as she had no job, no SSI and D was her only support.
D was the stereotypical emo kid, oh look how angsty and dark I am. He worked a security job so he was slightly higher on the totem pole than H, but he was immature as hell. The both of them were, but I didn't realize this until after JD left and I had to deal with them alone.
For the first couple of months or so, I was doing good. I was focusing on making music and building on the abilities I had learned in my electronic music classes. I was collecting gear. Making things like a neat padded microphone box, and yeah I was trying to find another relationship and I had a guy I was talking to that I liked, but eventually JD became part of my life again and I spent all my time obsessing about him. Obsessing on this idea that we'd find a place and move back in together, which in many chats he also went along with. I wrote off everyone to try and meet the standards of a person I was not even in a relationship with, nor would I ever be again. And this is why every time I'd have an ex, I'd just completely break off from them, but this I couldn't. Ugh.
I should have just deleted my Facebook, purged my phone and never talked to JD again. I should have focused on any of the good friends / potential relationship interests I had who I could be fully open about my kinks with who didn't make fun of me and make me feel like I had to hide aspects of myself. Instead I go visit JD at his new house, I visit with the dog and cat. Getting my heart filled back up with memories. Getting close again when I shouldn't. And eventually he has to move into a different place but can't take the animals... He gives them back to me and they're reminders of our life together. He shouldn't have done that, they should have stayed with him, but his "friend" who bought the house wouldn't let him keep them. Also, I didn't find out until much later after a conversation with a mutual friend that, once the dog was back with me, H and D would enter my room when I was not there to do sexual things with him. Finding that out really hurt a lot.
(Continued).
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