tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post2744148299184957777..comments2023-10-25T05:30:54.507-04:00Comments on Oh Get A Grip!: Furry PreditorsAshe Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390519279886657608noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-75390626291497163152008-05-06T21:23:00.000-04:002008-05-06T21:23:00.000-04:00Very interesting blog. They showed a quick blurb o...Very interesting blog. <BR/>They showed a quick blurb on tv a few years ago about a woman who married a dolphin.Sandra Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03814573408898140885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-17081269147952534882008-05-06T19:49:00.000-04:002008-05-06T19:49:00.000-04:00I had a job like that too. One woman had a hand ra...I had a job like that too. One woman had a hand rake and she was going to stab herself by falling on it. Managed to get the police over there but it left me shaken.Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14947952583116323744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-56575485198676390052008-05-06T18:46:00.000-04:002008-05-06T18:46:00.000-04:00Oh my God, I can never use the word "furry" again...Oh my God, I can never use the word "furry" again. This is so bad. The blog opened my eyes to a scary kind of predator. Hugging children? Ugh. So creepy.<BR/><BR/>When I was a volunteer at a crisis centre in Toronto, we had a caller who had a foot fetish. He'd call with some kind of problem and gradually work around to feet - women's feet. We soon recognized the guy and had Standing Orders for our volunteers to cut him off. Oh yes, and we had the guys who phoned in to talk to a women and get their jolies - we had standing orders about them as well. Life was interesting.<BR/><BR/>And then we had suicide calls with the suicide in progress. I remember one of them in particular. I kept the man on the line,(he had seriously OD) asked him to open the door so the police and ambulance wouldn't have to break it down. Bless him, he crawled to the door and I waited until the police and paramedics got there.<BR/>The man sent word from the hospital and thanked me for saving his life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-53067645137940813702008-05-06T15:26:00.000-04:002008-05-06T15:26:00.000-04:00Hi Teri, actually yes. Rabbits and other woodland ...Hi Teri, actually yes. Rabbits and other woodland creatures for playacting those violent "taking" fantasies. I read a brief article about how it satisfies that kind of s/m quality.Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14947952583116323744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-476112236537069032008-05-06T14:11:00.000-04:002008-05-06T14:11:00.000-04:00Okay...um....ewwwwww. Missed the CSI episode. Don'...Okay...um....ewwwwww. Missed the CSI episode. Don't watch much tv. Did see an interesting show about people who have dental surgery to get vampire fangs.Once again....ewwww.Regina Carlyslehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06316730032624449669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-62788994481582971822008-05-06T13:37:00.000-04:002008-05-06T13:37:00.000-04:00Heh. I saw that CSI episode quite a long time ago....Heh. I saw that CSI episode quite a long time ago. I suspect that there is an element of anonymity involved, too. <BR/><BR/>Much like there is on the internet, the individual once disguised in costume can be anyone. Alpha werewolf, scary vampire, sexy tiger... anyone but the reality of themselves.Anny Cookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05305873753916213970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-25596652357402162912008-05-06T12:41:00.000-04:002008-05-06T12:41:00.000-04:00My hubby watches Ripleys Believe it or Not. They h...My hubby watches Ripleys Believe it or Not. They had a program about people who alter their body through tattoos and plastic surgery to become an animal. Tiger, Leopard, even Lizard. These people lose their human identity and become the animal. Of course that is the extreme end of the Furry Fetish. <BR/>And people I have dealings with would tell you that, yes there are fetish conventions. They are not held in public like a sci-fi convention or a writer's convention. They are usually held in a private place where lots of people of the same mind can come together and celebrate their commonality. <BR/>It would be interesting (and way too time consuming to actually do this) to study in depth where the desire to be part animal comes from. Even if we don't participate in a "fetish" as Kelly said, were-animals, shape shifters, vampires, even ancient mythical centaurs, minotaur, etc. intrigue us and have for centuries. <BR/>Maybe there is a little animal in us all. <BR/>CharleneCharlene Leathermanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10449346145387092281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-60839815372818279032008-05-06T12:10:00.000-04:002008-05-06T12:10:00.000-04:00See now I know I'm the twisted one. I saw the epis...See now I know I'm the twisted one. I saw the episode and immendiately went, "of course!" (okay-and a little bit of "ewwww.") I'm pretty sure you'd have to go a long way to invent a fetish that isn't already around. Great spin, Kelly.Cindy Spencer Papehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01583236494759465431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-41703217016116880232008-05-06T11:52:00.000-04:002008-05-06T11:52:00.000-04:00Very interesting. I saw that CSI show, too, and al...Very interesting. I saw that CSI show, too, and also thought it was just made up. So do some people dress up as, say, rabbits because they want to experience being the recipient of predation? Like some offshoot of S/M?<BR/>TeriTeri Thackstonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18279674725776051797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-57096089268832147732008-05-06T11:49:00.000-04:002008-05-06T11:49:00.000-04:00Hi Kelly,Great post. I saw the CSI show on televi...Hi Kelly,<BR/><BR/>Great post. I saw the CSI show on television that you're talking about. Actually, I thought it was fiction. lol See how naive I am. You did make a good point about Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse at Disney Land, but I would hope they do a in depth background check. However, there are carnivals and other places where kids hang out that background checks probably aren't done, and those places are a predators haven.<BR/><BR/>A very thought provoking blog, Kelly.<BR/><BR/>SandySandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01843816981385732033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-5711208834685271022008-05-06T11:42:00.000-04:002008-05-06T11:42:00.000-04:00OOOOhhhhh. EW! I hadn't thought of that! Excellent...OOOOhhhhh. EW! I hadn't thought of that! Excellent point, my friend.<BR/><BR/>Okay how about someone POSING as a furry when the convention comes to town and taking advantage of it... maybe too coincidental. Hmm. Then those who are Mascots using their costume to approach children. More realistic issue but perhaps yet another topic. Still deals with the predator though, literally and figuratively.Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14947952583116323744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-11909513569776889642008-05-06T11:08:00.000-04:002008-05-06T11:08:00.000-04:00Maybe the reason you couldn't find an incident inv...Maybe the reason you couldn't find an incident involving a furry lies in the nature of the fetish. Yes, I can see where a pedophile could use the costume to lure children into a welcome embrace, but...<BR/><BR/>The child (I'm sure there are exceptions of course) isn't dressed as a fluffy stuffed animal. If my understanding is correct, both partners must don the furs for the experience to truly be a furistic time. :D <BR/><BR/>The hunter and the hunted must be in the role, otherwise it would be more akin to role playing for someone who is into beastialty and that's a whole other blog topic...James Goodmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08807865320537867045noreply@blogger.com