Right, right. Maybe I should write something insightful, since this looks in need of a bump.
As someone who willingly identifies as a furry, I have to say it's a mixed bag all around. Exposing yourself to a group of people with peculiarities about them has risks of introducing you to some serious weirdos--and I'm not even above the possibility of considering myself among such 'weirdos'.
The problem with living is, you get into liking certain ideas, becoming attracted to certain things--and it's burnt in. If it's something out of the norm... well, if you're like me, at least, you live a dual life of enjoying odd things both fetishistically, and on a more personal level--and finding a way to cope with your image of a 'normal' society.
Starting off with no awareness of the furry fandom, and just wanting to shapeshift and acquire physical traits of another species, I pretty much was a loner to begin with. Ostracized, yeah--but it didn't stem from those interests. I've been diagnosed with Anxiety/Depression and Asperger's Syndrome--and I didn't do very well through elementary and high-school, socially; it was hard to tell who was joking around and who was actually antagonizing me, a lot. I think, initially, I developed the desire to 'transform' as a coping technique--a fantasy in which I could dream of being stronger, and less... myself, mentally.
Being exposed to a lot of depictions of female, sexualized anthropomorphic characters is probably one of the several reasons I actually started to develop an 'identity' as what I was (again, before knowing the term 'furry'). Additionally, a lot of animations with anthropomorphic characters in the 90's featured themes of transformation. (TNMT is probably the biggest, as well as movies like Disney's Pinnochio, and some other odds and ends Disney's done).
I'm not going to say it's not weird, or unusual--but I was influenced most by artistic renderings of animal characters walking and looking humanlike--but animalike as well. I sort of developed an envy for, and attraction to that physique--and began associating it with empowerment, or individuality.
Truth is, it came as a relief to me to know that I wasn't alone in that unusual desire, and it's probably one of the few things keeping me alive right now--as I was suffering bad episodes of depression around the time I started highschool, which could probably have lead to suicidal tendencies, had I not started making friends with similar interests. My first boyfriend is the person who really got me involved with the online demographic--and this was before we even knew much beyond the fact that we both wanted to be werewolves, and read 'Animorphs'.
Nowadays, I think the best way to put it is that almost every person, furry or otherwise, is different from me, despite how I would like it to be. And if I 'rub' my interest in someone's face, it's usually because I'm trying to search for someone with similar fascinations, to have companionship, and want them to see what I percieve to be the 'ugliest' aspect of me I have to present.
Sometimes I get lucky, and they don't bite my head off or cry about their ruined childhood. And when they do, I get to imagine bludgeoning their childhood to death with a segment of lead pipe rolled in a porno magazine. So it pays off either way. Call it revenge for all the mainstream media I have to look at of boring cleavage and shirtless cowboys at every turn. 'On ugly, naked, furless skin, shoved in my face. Eww.'
I'll conclude by saying that I've met as many furries who turned me off simply with their looks as I have furries who turned me 'on' with their personality, proclivity, or similar turn-ons, and vice versa--and in the long run, I'd say it's about the same lot you get dealing with any other person--just there's more 'alertness' of the sexual aspect, when it comes to furries.
It sort of makes finding someone who does relate to your sexual interests more tiresomely difficult. I wish it weren't the case, but that's what I get for getting sprung when I see long, phallic things on women (muzzles,tails) I guess. Strap me down and administer electro-shock, someone?