Murder can be sexy.
Fur is loudly screamed about by animal rights activists as being murder.
Mainly because it is.
But so is eating meat, and according to scientists – eating vegetables, and just about anything else we do to stay alive on this planet. (Studies have shown that vegetable matter emits an electrical pulse when plucked from vine or main plant, much akin to a scream. So vegetarians and vegans are filthy murderers like the rest of us.)
But here is part of the problem, fur is just so damn sexy.
Here is a test:
Doesn’t matter if you are a man or woman, just do this.
Imagine a celebrity that you find sexually attractive.
Now imagine them naked, in a seductive pose.
Its hot, right? Works for you?
Now imagine them wrapped in snow white fur.
Just got a little hotter in here, right?
That is why it will never go away entirely.
It has been on the decline for a few years, but I just read an article that shows that fur dealers are showing a huge increase in demand.
Perhaps the day will come that I can go to a steakhouse and be served an 18oz ribeye by a buxom waitress clad only in a floor length mink. (As far as masturbatory fantasies go, this one is a half notch above staying after class to help the playboy substitute teacher “Clap the erasers”.)
Maybe not, but it is still intriguing.
But what led us here?
Lizzy is a twenty something airhead from an affluent side of the beach cities.
Her friend, who’s name is unknown at this time, comes from the same hood.
And the only reason I know Lizzy’s name?
Because her friend keeps repeating it.
The friend, let’s call her Whiny for lack of anything better, was already in the beach area Starbucks when Lizzy arrived.
Whiny has been sipping a $10 incredibly difficult coffee drink and texting like it will cure cancer since she arrived.
(I was here when she arrived. I am always here, I am not sure I ever leave.)
Lizzy came in wearing a beautiful outfit that nicely showed off her figure.
And a white mink shrug.
The fur took a beautiful girl and cranked her up into bombshell.
Whiny’s first, second, third and fourth comments:
“Lizzy?!?!” (When she saw the shrug)
“Lizzy!” (When Lizzy asked if she liked it.)
“Lizzy!!!” (When Lizzy snuggled her cheek into the fur and said it was real)
“Lizzy!” (With a condemning and envious head shake as she ran her hand along the fur.)
I have often mentioned that I have a hard time imagining a girl young enough that I might have fathered her to be sexually attractive to me. It is an intellectual thing. My mind shuts down the primal reaction.
But, Lizzy in white mink? Primal has tied up intellectual in the basement and will let him out only after the orgy is over.
That is pretty sexist, misogynistic and a few other things, but it is what it is.
One of the biggest mistakes of modern society is that we try to ignore that we are animals at the top of the food chain, and there is primal baggage that comes with that rise to power.
We are a picky bunch of Omnivores. (Look it up.)
We need to accept that existence causes an even balance of pluses and minuses.
Quit hammering one group because the deaths they cause are not as bad as, in you opinion, the deaths you cause. (Deny that one all day if you like, if you’re being honest, you are agreeing. Disagreement only means you’re dumb.)
Keep in mind, as I say this, a waitress just brought me my ham and eggs.
Not the best choice for a strict vegetarian, but what are you gonna do?