BabyFurCon 2025 offered wave after wave of joy, connections, and opportunities for self-discovery, and I’m still buzzing from the experience. Reflecting on my time at the convention, I’m struck by how much it meant to me — both as a continuation of my journey from last year and as a fresh chapter of growth and celebration.
Last year, I attended BabyFurCon as a volunteer, just months after losing my mother. I was emotionally raw, balancing caregiving and grief while trying to find my place in the world. That convention was a lifeline. The community’s celebration of diversity, inclusion, accessibility, and individuality wrapped me in a sense of belonging that validated not just my place in the fandom but my very existence. It was a transformative experience that helped me grow more comfortable in my own skin, and I left feeling lighter, more confident, and deeply connected.
This year, BFC 2025 brought a different flavor of magic. I entered the convention in a much more stable headspace, ready to embrace the experience as a general attendee rather than a volunteer. Initially, I was disappointed about not being selected to volunteer, but that quickly turned into a blessing in disguise. Without the weight of staff responsibilities, I was free to roam the halls, soak in the energy, and truly immerse myself in the con’s vibrant atmosphere. It also gave me a newfound appreciation for the staff, who pour thousands of hours into making this event a safe, welcoming space for all of us. Their dedication is the heartbeat of BabyFurCon, and I’m endlessly grateful for their work.
Determined to branch out, I set my sights on making new connections — and I succeeded beyond my wildest expectations. Co-hosting room parties was a highlight, creating kink-positive safe spaces where attendees could celebrate themselves freely. Watching people I’ve chatted with online for years come to life in person, putting names and faces to fursonas, was nothing short of heartwarming. Those moments reinforced that the stories I write as an AB/DL author aren’t just figments of imagination, they’re rooted in the real, beautiful experiences of this community. Seeing everyone live their best lives, sharing laughter and connection, filled my heart to the brim.
The con was packed with unforgettable moments. I cherished quieter times spent with Karis of Karis Playground, whose work inspired me to start writing in the first place. Their presence was a grounding reminder of why I love this community. I also had a blast flexing my improv comedy skills at the “Whose Lion is it Anyway?” panel, laughing through the chaos of a (clearly defective!) buzzer in Babyfur Jeopardy, and loving the hilarity of Babyfur Family Feud, hosted by my cub Rubicante with his signature wit and flair. Bringing my acoustic-electric guitar was a spontaneous choice that paid off. I wandered the hotel garden strumming tunes, giving critters something fun to listen to. Later, I hosted Campfire Songs, a peaceful Sunday afternoon retreat from the con’s whirlwind energy. Sticharoo’s DJ set on Sunday night was the perfect capstone, and I relished every second of being a chaotic gremlin alongside my fellow mischief-makers.
One particularly memorable experience was attending the “Un-Potty Training: 101 Ways to Piddle Your Pants” panel by Wizard of Wetcraft. Despite the playful title, the panel was surprisingly informative and deeply meaningful. It explored the joy of serene surrender, a core part of the babyfur experience, where we embrace vulnerability and share that journey together. The discussions were both lighthearted and profound, reminding me how this community creates a safe space to explore our authentic selves with acceptance and understanding.
The hotel staff deserve a special shoutout. They were phenomenal, handling our diaper-clad crew with grace and professionalism. I made sure to tip generously to show my appreciation for their warmth and tolerance. Their support helped make the con feel like a true home away from home.
BabyFurCon 2025 was a reminder of the power of community. It’s a place where we can be our authentic selves, forge meaningful connections, and celebrate the beautiful messiness of who we are. I left the con with a full heart, new friends, and a renewed sense of purpose as a writer and member of this incredible fandom. Here’s to next year — and all the adventures waiting for us.
How did your BFC 2025 experience go? Let me know on Bluesky and tag @crinklecattales.com!