The Neko wrote:I don't think it was quite disturbing enough for my tastes. Unless he is fursuiting, then it's WAAAAY too disturbing.
I was witness to a fursuit parade not too long ago. The thing that creeps me out the most is that you can't see who's inside the suit. War was definitely not there, because no one was killed.
The Neko wrote:I don't think it was quite disturbing enough for my tastes. Unless he is fursuiting, then it's WAAAAY too disturbing.
I was witness to a fursuit parade not too long ago. The thing that creeps me out the most is that you can't see who's inside the suit. War was definitely not there, because no one was killed.
A PARADE? Dear god. It's like a salute to unresolved childhood issues.
Seriously, what people do behind closed doors is nobody's business (unless the police need be involved), but when you walk around in the open wearing said deviancy as a badge, you have to expect people to judge and mock.
Dear god. As a psychologist in training I have to say that the thought of that disturbs the hell out of me. If you ever see one of those things RUN! RUN FOR YOUR SANITY AND LIFE!!!
Seriously. The last way you want to be killed is by a serial killer in a bunny suit. How would YOU feel having to explain that one to the guys at heavens door?
*shudders*
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Every Friday during the fall of my senior year in high school, I was Bernie the Badger with my buddy Danielle as Betty the Badger. It was hot, sweaty, and physically exhausting. Kinda like sex, but with the orgasm replaced by a bunch of kids going "You're not real!" and trying to pull the plush head off.
... don't get me wrong, though. I enjoyed the heck out of mascoting - something about no one knowing who I was let me act completely out of character for myself and look like I enjoyed having fun for once (which of course meant that no one would believe that I was the mascot in the first place).
I've done the large suited person thing. It's something I care not to repeat. Hot, sweaty, and probably unsanitary...
It kind of IS like sex with no orgasm when you think about it...
And will someone tell me why everyone under 4 feet tall seems to believe that there is an entire race of large cosutmed characters that walk around, and why it's such a bad thing that kids don't know that the giant creepy looking Cookie Mouse isn't real?
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