I'm DONE pretending this sort of witch hunt mentality is just ..."OK". Because it isn't.
It is not "OK" FUCK IT! FOR ALL THE BLOOD THAT HAS BEEN SPILLED & LIVES THAT IT HAS RUINED. NO! IT IS NOT OKAY!
More into macro end of the fetish spectrum, big things. big booties, big boobs, big dongs, big broad shoulders, thick sumptuous curves. You get the idea. Believe it or not teeny tiny just doesn't do it for me. But .... none of that mattered. Yeah... I was once like you -not quite a zealous though- thought along the lines "WHAT? People are actually into that? NO! Those kid diddlers got to go! NO WAY! Any one who would even think of laying a hand on a kid in a sexual way is is is... IS JUST FLAT OUT WRONG! NO QUESTION!" But then that all changed.
Life was going exactly in the direction I had wanted it to. I was in a cool new city. I was excited, happy about life. Thought I was finally doing life right. Had a sexy furry girlfriend, a nice place to live, about to start an exciting new job, met her father who appeared to like me, I thought he was pretty cool to, was meeting new furry friends. For the first time I felt like I was truly a part of and involved in the furry community. For the first time it was looking like everything was going to be okay ... Yeah... Life was great. But Then.... The roof caved in.
All of that... every bit of it... was taken from me. To this day I don't even know how it all went wrong or what I did to deserve it. It all happened so fast.
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