In the other thread I was reminding them of a post they had made earlier.Sorry, I read something wrong, ok
In the other thread I was reminding them of a post they had made earlier.Sorry, I read something wrong, ok
It's dressing up and pretending to be a humanoid animal. The pretending to be part is where it gets weird not just looks weird. The fetish aspect seems highly sensationalized. Most furries I've been around seem more into the getting to play a character. I mean there is a good amount of fetish in that scene, but it's not the central point for most. And for most of them the sex aspect is more just as simple as people in a scene always hook up with other people in that scene. They don't say it's a fetish when two punk rockers hook up.A fetish involving stuffed animals or dressing up in furry animal costumes.
yes, Portugal is, unfortunately, still a EU country."I live in Portugal and it has been almost impossible to find an online store that sells to my country."
Seems to be affecting you as well. If a butterfly flaps its wings.....
Totally. I personally know about this, because the day I turned 21 my drinking slowed way down. It wasn't like I didn't still enjoy it, but two things changed. One I got to chose when I did it not just having to wait for the right opportunity (which was almost always there, but you still didn't know when it would not be), and the other is it suddenly lost that charm of breaking the rules.Some are driven by wanting what they can't have, but the want is driven down by availability.
Not in the context I was replying to.It's dressing up and pretending to be a humanoid animal.
I see. I guess this is as good of a time as any to say I skim over most threads instead of reading everything.Not in the context I was replying to.
It's grow ups dressing like stuffed animals with fur and engaging in immortal acts x)What are furries Sir? ?
Back when I was a kid, most my friends' parents owned "stationary". We had first dib on all the adult mags.Tobacco shops will quickly become the Porn shops of the 80’s? Tinted glass storefront, or walk through some beaded door to a small verboten room at the back of a grocer?
Leave the store wearing a trench coat with your stash hidden underneath.?
*When I was in college, I’d walk past several adult book shops on my way to campus. Was always curious what lay inside, but too modest to ever go in.
There was an “adult book store” near where I worked. In a big industrial area. I felt gross just driving by, couldn’t imagine going in there. (*It just oozed dirtiness, and not of the moral kind, just in general, it looked like a Forest Preserve outhouse.)Back when I was a kid, most my friends' parents owned "stationary". We had first dib on all the adult mags.