My name is Louis Kohn. Chances are if you’re here that’s because you knew me as either “Dracokon” or some flavor of “Andreas Louis Kon”. For a fleeting period of time in the late 2000’s and into the beginning of the 2010’s I was a marginally notable personality within the furry fandom; I wrote stories intended for adult audiences. I was also the community admin of Herpy.net from early 2009 until its closure a few years later. For all intents and purposes I am a literal nobody, however I was unceremoniously thrust into the spotlight when the early stories I wrote gained significant traction. Because of this attention I wound up making connections with a lot of people, not all of them respectable. I made several poor choices regarding the company I kept and as a result things reached a boiling point in 2017 and I chose to leave the fandom on January 1, 2018.
On New Years Day in 2018 my resolution was to seize control of the downward spiral that was my life at the time. For approximately a decade I’d maintained a presence in the furry fandom and the volatility of the community wasn’t doing my mental health any favors. I did such an impressive job disappearing that people whom I was once close with assumed I’d committed suicide. The fact that none of them bothered to call a welfare check or draw any attention to my sudden disappearance though highlights how much of a disposable commodity notable people in the furry fandom are seen as.
In case you missed the message that was on this website for the past half decade I talked about how I made some personal mistakes at a very young age (18-19) and I was taken advantage of and groomed by people much older than me into being a useful idiot for producing pornographic content that any normal person would probably find disagreeable. Today the idea of people being “groomed” on social media and instant messenger is a widespread problem however in 2007 it hadn’t reached the epidemic proportions that we see now. I didn’t know the signs to look for, and I was an easy mark because of it.
It’s been nearly a decade since I cut ties with this community. When I arrived in 2007 I was compelled into thinking that popularity was what I wanted most. Ten years later I wanted nothing more than to be completely forgotten. As even more time has passed and my head is clear my stance on the matter is that I simply want to be remembered; I want the story of what happened to me to be known. I want the lessons I had to learn the hard way to be documented for everyone else out there to see so perhaps the next up and coming starry-eyed furry being groomed to participate in disgusting acts can find this website and turn their life around before they ruin their the way I did mine.
I lost the majority of my adult youth because of the furry fandom and I have absolutely nothing to show for it. I thought I was hot shit and what wound up happening to me is I was courted by zoophiles and sexually assaulted by a person I trusted. Actual “I was fucked in the ass without a condom until I bled” assault, not the made up nonsense that people too concerned about “the algorithm” on social media platforms refer to as “S.A.”. Ultimately, no good came of my participation in this community and I assure you, the person reading this right now, no good will come of your participation either.
I don’t really have a “grudge” against the fandom itself or anyone in it so to speak, I just have a negative opinion of the community, floor to ceiling. It’s so far gone from what it was when I was just a lurker at the turn of the millennium casually browsing fansites at the local library and writing amateur fanfiction. I’ve done a lot of growing in the years following my departure and looking at the sorry state of the community today there’s an extremely high likelihood that we will have absolutely nothing in common. You and I are most likely separated by a chasm that you will not cross until you’ve been wronged like I was. Everything the contemporary furry fandom stands for is but a celebration of unrequited hedonism and the desire to not just participate in taboo behavior but actively relish in its depravity.
I care not about my posthumous reputation within the fandom. I’ve disavowed all of it and cut ties with everyone. However, in an ironic twist of fate I actually do care very deeply about what this art community once was, in a time before the internet fried everyone psychologically. Though my presence in the fandom today is zero, behind the scenes I am working hard to make some genuine strides to preserve the ephemera that represents a time that I feel obligated to not let be forgotten. Perhaps at a later date I will have something more to say about this.
I regret a lot of the things I made and did in the period I was active in the fandom and as such this website is now a repository of my genuine thoughts and feelings on that era. Part of me expects and anticipates people to try and throw my past back into my face as a means to taunt me, however I’m done with allowing the fear and paranoia that I developed because of what happened to me between 2007 – 2017 control my life. I’ve nothing to hide and nothing to be ashamed of; I understand this now. The irrational fear I felt was fueled purely by worries of being scapegoated; though I cannot speak for every single person I’ve ever associated with, my conscience has always been clean. Even when I was at my worst I still had the nerve to say “no” when it mattered most. You won’t find my name on any criminal record, in the fiftieth round of compromising FurAffinity DM leaks, or buried in the user account archives of some seedy gray area porn community.
I have but one final story to write. It’s this one, and my story is not yet over.
God bless.