Back in the home of Mr Wolf, there's an uncomfortable two minutes when he plays me a YouTube clip of Bunny and Bear furverts, fully costumed, sitting on each other's faces.
I dunk my gingernut into my tea and try not to giggle when I realise the "pool boy" in this video is a frog character named Brigitte Bourdeau.
OK, sounds like someone's been watching Michael Cogliantry's "Furry Kama Sutra" series. (As it contains neither actual members of the furry fandom, nor "real" fursuits, is that really what a furry would show to a journalist?)
Back in the home of Mr Wolf, there's an uncomfortable two minutes when he plays me a YouTube clip of Bunny and Bear furverts, fully costumed, sitting on each other's faces.
I dunk my gingernut into my tea and try not to giggle when I realise the "pool boy" in this video is a frog character named Brigitte Bourdeau.
OK, sounds like someone's been watching Michael Cogliantry's "Furry Kama Sutra" series. (As it contains neither actual members of the furry fandom, nor "real" fursuits, is that really what a furry would show to a journalist?)