This English version was translated from the Chinese original using Claude Fable 5.

This post is my own record of what happened around the con, and a reference for future me to look back on. Event dates: 2026/06/26 (Fri) – 2026/06/29 (Mon)

This year’s UTFG was my first big con since getting my fullsuit at the end of 2025. I entered the First Class (top sponsor) lottery mostly to try my luck, and somehow actually got it. It was genuinely a bit pricey, but it gave me plenty of breathing room for planning everything that followed: the room, the dealers den and the banquet. And since this year’s theme was “Around the World”, which resonated with my years living in France, I invited 德羅布 to co-host a panel with me sharing French culture. The con also happened to land right after my hectic June (fieldwork and conferences) as the last big item on the calendar, a relaxing close to a busy first half of the year.

The biggest reason I went for First Class was the standee. After seeing other people’s standees at past cons, I couldn’t help imagining how cool it would be to have my own. This time the cute little dragon finally got his stage debut. As soon as I reached the venue, the moment I had a spare minute I ran off to take photos with him XDD So happy! Even if his assigned spot, the (women’s) fursuit changing room, was a bit unexpected. Another fun perk of First Class is the applause and cheers from the staff, which was super embarrassing XDDD. And standing in the front row of the group photo is unbeatable: I slept in, suited up at an elegant leisurely pace, strolled over… and dammit, I left it so late I could only squeeze into the very edge of the front row QAQ. Instantly deflated.

I’d gone several cons without new business cards or stickers. This time I showed up with two new card designs and three new sticker designs at once!

At previous cons I’d only sneak away from work for half a day, but this time, wanting the full con experience, I cleared the entire Friday. I packed at the office, and while hauling the head bag I remember thinking how light it felt. I’d used vacuum bags this time, so I figured my packing skills had simply improved! Then, after surviving the Sheraton’s endless check-in and elevator queues, I was about to suit up for registration when disaster struck: my feet paws were still at the office!! A rapid mental storm concluded that without them my whole fullsuit presentation would be ruined; there would be no suiting at all. So after picking up the freshly printed cards and stickers and handing them over, around 9 PM I drove back to Taipei in a torrential downpour, hydroplaning once on National Highway 1 on the way up and once on Highway 3 on the way back. The round trip took 2.5 hours, and I was back at the Sheraton by 23:30. Only later did I realize what a shame it was: my night zero, which should have been an evening of suiting in the lobby and playing with everyone, had dissolved in the rain…

After a few cons I’ve become very used to running my own schedule: when in doubt, suit up in the lobby, take photos and play with everyone. Binding my plans to other people mostly just breeds internal friction; not worth it. I used to pack my agenda full, but this time went for a relatively chill route: Friday, room-hopping at BNO’s and Risen’s, then the Taipei round trip, then rest. Saturday morning, the opening ceremony and scouting the panel room; early afternoon, the dealers den and some casual suiting; evening, our panel, then JF’s room party, then sleep. Sunday, the group photo in the morning and lobby suiting into the afternoon, MOS Burger with 小昇 and the fluffballs, back to grab a raffle ticket and a breather, the closing ceremony, fluff-huffing and photos in the lobby, the banquet, and then ducking out of the banquet to suit in the lobby until the fan battery inside my head died.

As for photography: I used to handle suit-plus-camera fairly easily, but a few fullsuit outings taught me how enormous and fast the drain is, so I’ve flatly given up on carrying a camera in fullsuit. My only real photo window this con was the gap between the closing ceremony and the banquet, down in the lobby out of suit, getting my fill of fluff. Compared to being in suit it felt feather-light~~ Though my total output this time probably doesn’t exceed 50 shots. Orz

The biggest difference from past cons: out of suit, I started getting recognized (I have been around the fandom for a while, after all). Whether it’s confidence borrowed from the good impression Loyn leaves on people, a change in my own mindset or the First Class buff, this time I wore the little dragon’s badge whenever I left the room out of suit, and thanks to that, plenty of people came to say hi to the human inside. Talking with relative strangers out of suit used to stress me out, but this time that feeling never came; instead I got the social feedback I was due, and I’m genuinely glad more people can see and know me! My face-memory also seems to have leveled up a little, though names and faces still occasionally refuse to match, and in suit it remains as hopeless as ever XDDD, so please bear with me. Finally, I was pleasantly surprised by how well-loved Loyn is. Nowhere near the stadium-suiter, star-of-the-stage level of course, but even hiding at the edge of the lobby I had a steady stream of visitors; I ended up not daring to wander toward the middle for fear of never escaping XDDD. I spread the little dragon’s lovely cuteness the low-key way~~ Watching visitors light up with excitement when they meet Loyn, I light up right along with them. Maybe this is what “it is more blessed to give than to receive” feels like. Thank you all for the love <3. Because of the Sheraton elevators, I only did two lobby runs, both on Sunday; Friday and Saturday were suiting at room parties instead: fewer people served, but deeper hangs and play. Rooms and the lobby are each fun in their own way!

Besides my Taiwanese friends, a lot of Japanese and Korean furs came to find me this time; one Korean photographer even pulled me aside for a few shots. Thank you so much! The most memorable moment came during my Sunday banquet-escape lobby run: the artist I’d commissioned spicy art from on Skeb (NAD) came to say hi in person. When he first held up the finished piece I didn’t look closely; then I took a second look, saw the spicy little dragon, and went full blushing mess right in front of everyone >//<. We chatted for a while, and as he left he said he’s looking forward to my next commission XDD. Count on it!

About the panel: when I first filled in the application I assumed attendance would be modest and picked the smallest room, listed on the form as holding about 30 (though when I scouted it before the panel it actually seated up to 60). Then Furgenda showed more than 60 people planning to attend and I was speechless. We had cheese and red wine prepared, so I was worried the overflow crowd would outrun our supply. Partly to handle the food, and partly because I’ve stopped minding showing my face at cons, I gave the talk out of suit, no fursuit head. After a flurry of very improvised room setup, I opened the panel and then 德羅布 and I shared in turn. At the start only about a third of the seats were filled and I was a little sad so few had come. Then within ten minutes the whole room filled up. Thank you to everyone who came to support our panel! We both ran slightly over time and squeezed the food window, but thanks to 德羅布’s maid friends and 辛德勒’s support, the cheese and wine made it into everyone’s hands. Everything we’d hoped to convey got through, and I’m really happy! Chatting with a university junior of mine as the room emptied, he said: “It felt like being back at an academic conference!”

This was my first time at the banquet. First Class included it; buying separately it’s NT$1,900 or so, which looks slightly pricey on paper. But compared to the FurstClass banquet I attended in July 2025, the Sheraton’s food was far better, and eating with friends while watching the performances was wonderfully chill, with all kinds of cocktails on offer. All told, it felt worth it, though I bailed early to go suit, so I couldn’t drink much anyway~~~

Checkout flowed straight into a business trip to the NCHC. The drive from the Sheraton to the science park yanked me from wonderland back to reality in exactly one second. Thankfully Loyn’s bouncy, lively image is now firmly lodged in my heart, feeding me happy energy, so the post-con depression isn’t bad at all.

During room visits and post-con meetups, I found dedicated suit-up headpat time genuinely therapeutic: no photography considerations at all, back to the original simplicity, our craving for the comfort of fluffy little animals. Deep soothing/purring/headpats with furs and dragons you trust is pure comfort and happiness… I used to seriously dread that much physical contact; the me of a few years ago could never have imagined it. But now, once someone crosses the trust threshold, it turns out I too can relax into these closer social distances, enjoy them, and be healed by them!

To close, here is my thank-you copypasta from Facebook: Thanks to 德羅布 for co-hosting the panel with me; your joining elevated the whole presentation into something beautifully romantic Thanks to my roommates in 1143 (小怪, 巧克布, 典默 and 洌雁); rooming with you was a delight! Thanks to the organizers and staff for a wonderful event and the sugar-daddy-tier emotional support XDD Thanks to 西塔 for the emergency printing of my cards and stickers Thanks to 鬆尾 for helping rescue the little dragon’s standee Thanks to 狐泥 for the cup of coffee And finally, thanks to the little cutie Loyn for taking me out to play! <3<3

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