Savage Love

When I firststarting dating my boyfriend, he told me he was a furry. I
didn’t have any idea what he meant, so he explained to me that he really wanted
a costume that was basically paws, a tail, and maybe some other catlike features,
and he wanted to have sex while wearing this costume.

I’m not a furry, but I would like to surprise him and try this out. I figured
finding a costume online would be easy, but so far all I can find are the type
that look like high-school mascots, and this isn’t what he’s into. I shudder
at the thought of trying to describe this to every costume designer in town
(“and you’re going to do what with this costume?”). Is there a place where other
“furries” go to get their costumes online?

Wannabe Furry In Colorado

First things first: There are people out there reading this who not only think
that I made up your letter, WFIC, but think that I made up the very concept
of a “furry” fetish. To the doubters I say this: Furries are for real. Sometimes
called “plushophiles,” furries are men and women who are turned on by the idea
of having sex with stuffed animals or having sex while wearing “fursuits” that
make them look like stuffed animals. Furries have been written up in Vanity
Fair and dissected on MTV, and a furry fetish party was recently used as
a plot device on a crappy TV show (NBC’s She Spies).

Why are some people turned on by stuffed animals? While you can never know for sure why odd things turn some people on, I do have a theory about furries…

Furries emerged in the late 1990s, right when the first generation of children whose entire lives were dominated by Disney products and imagery came of age. After being exposed to images of cuddly, safe, saucer-eyed, anthropomorphized animals throughout their childhoods, during puberty these same kids had sex presented to them as something deadly and dangerous. The abstinence “educators” and AIDS “awareness” campaigns they were subjected to exaggerated the actual risks of HIV transmission, pregnancy, and death. Is it any wonder that a tiny percentage of this Disney/abstinence generation came to fetishize the safe and cuddly stuffed animals of their childhoods?

On to your question, WFIC…

I wouldn’t recommend that you surprise your boyfriend with a fursuit. If he’s been fantasizing about this for a long time, then without a doubt he has a very specific fursuit in mind. It would be better to surprise him with the news that you want to make his fantasies come true, rather than to surprise him with an expensive fursuit that might be the wrong style, color, hair length, or breed.

So where do you two go online to get a fursuit? For help with that question, I turned to a bigwig in the furries scene. He didn’t want me to use his name in the column, so we’ll just call him Tiger. Tiger suggests that you check out a website called FurBid (www.furbid.ws), an eBay for furries. Twenty fursuits were being auctioned at FurBid when I visited. While most were cat suits–tigers, panthers, leopards–they all appeared to be bulky, mascot-style fursuits. If your boyfriend doesn’t like the fursuits for sale at Furbid, Tiger recommends that you do some searching on the web.

“If he goes to google.com and searches on ‘fursuit’ or ‘fursuit sex,’ he’ll find thousands of furries,” said Tiger. “It isn’t too hard to find someone out there who is talented in the art of making fursuits designed for sex, and they could get one made to their own specifications.”

Of course, you could just ask a local costume designer to whip something up. You don’t have to tell the shop or the designer that your boyfriend wants a cat suit because he’s a furry; just tell them that your boyfriend wants to be a really sexy cat for Halloween. After the designer builds your boyfriend a sexy cat outfit complete with paws, a tail, and other catlike features, you can take the cat costume home, and with scissors and a needle and some thread transform your boyfriend’s “Halloween” into a crotchless fursuit.

I’m 19 years old, and for a while I was looking at disgusting stuff online to
see if I blanched at it. Here’s the prob: Dad recently found a bestiality flick
on my computer. I told him I was just testing myself, but he doesn’t seem to
believe me. I was actually disgusted by the images. How can I convince my dad
that I’m not some deviant?

One Horrified Shamed Hacker In Trouble

Your dad may want to believe you–he’s probably desperate to believe you–but you can’t expect him to take your denials at face value. Why not? Because you would deny being into bestiality even if you were. Sorry, OHSHIT, but it’s going to take a long time to convince your dad that you’re not into dogs or goats or horses or Ann Coulter or whatever other animals were featured in the porn he found on your computer. Don’t ever download animal porn again, don’t ever get a dog, and don’t ever visit a farm, and your dad will eventually accept your denials… in 10 or 20 years.

I’m a white 31-year-old man in Ohio planning a move to Washington, D.C. I have
a desire to make love to large and/or mature black ladies for pay. I give good
full body massage, I love and am good at eating pussy. Are there any escort
services in the D.C. area that would allow me to specialize in large and/or
mature black women?

Wannabe D.C. Man-Ho

Let me see if I follow you, WDCMO: You want large and/or mature black women in the Washington D.C. area to pay you for the honor of fulfilling your fantasies? That’s not gonna happen. The only way you will ever find a black woman willing to indulge your rent-boy fantasy is to pay a professional to pretend she’s paying you.

In your September 28, 2000 column, you noted that you had refused to hop on
the Ellen DeGeneres and Anne Heche bandwagon, and were vindicated when they
broke up. I am actually writing to point out another prediction contained in
that column: “No one takes heterosexuals who get married during the infatuation
stage seriously (will anyone be shocked when Billy Bob Thornton and Angelina
Jolie go boom?)….” Less than two years later, boom.

You get a lot of shit from your readers, Dan, so I thought you should mention
your prediction about Billy Bob and Angelina. To the doubters I would like to
say this: Dan Savage, revealer of things to come! Listen when he speaks!

Franko In Ottawa

Thanks for the strokes, FIO.

Let us now pause to contemplate the mistakes made by Anne & Ellen and Billy Bob & Angelina so that we might learn from them: Whether you’re gay or straight, necking in front of the President of the United States during the infatuation stage, getting someone’s name tattooed on your ass or arm during the infatuation stage, and blathering on and on to Oprah during the infatuation stage does NOT prove that your love is real and deep and everlasting. What it proves is that you are shallow and stupid and soon to be single.

Confidential to Aubrey: Get well soon, daddy.

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