This is... different. Revealing the origins of our introduction to the fandom is one thing, but explaining
why we like what we do? You're better off asking the kids from the Apple Jacks commercials.
...
No, seriously. Psychology is far from my field, but I know enough to know that furry feetsies trigger a switch in my brain to let loose with the dopamine. I know how to activate my libido or cheer myself up
at will. And what do 'normal guys' do? They have date after date with Rosie Palms while staring at bare breasts on a screen or in print, crying on the inside because they can't have the real thing. Since my ideal mate is an anthromorph, which will likely never become a 'real thing' in my lifetime, I am perfectly satisfied with what I've got. Sure, the furry fandom may be Internet Hate Machine's favorite target, but in the eyes of the general populace outside of that particular demographic, my turn-ons could be far worse.