mowssey

I just read Of Men and Monsters, a science fiction novel by William Tenn published in 1968.  It works off a premise that giant aliens have colonized Earth with little or no recognition of prior human existence.  Over the centuries the aliens built huge dwellings in which the surviving humans inhabit the burrows and tunnels that form the insulation within the walls. For all intents and purposes humans are reduced to playing the role of mice scurrying about the abode of giants bent on exterminating them like the pests they are. It provides an interesting retrospective on human beliefs, cultures and mythology.  I especially liked the irony of th

I have been caught in a paradoxical dilemma ...I appear to be a part of a very small minority. In the macro-fetish community I portray a human that has a desires for anthro-furry's,  whether I am a shrunk plaything, a helpless citizen cowering in a city being decimated by giant felines, or at an equal size ratio that allows for a submissive/dom relationship  with a male cougar... I just love em: Krystal,  Puma, my own Simone ... I love the feel of their soft silky warm protective fur against my skin... and I am a alone

I saw an interesting movie the other day. It is based on a short story by Honoré de Balzac titled "A Passion in the Desert." It is set in 1798 and is about a French Soldier in Napoleon's army that gets separated from his regiment while on a campaign in Egypt. He becomes emotionally involved, to put it politely, with a  female leopard that seems to have become captivated with him.  As I watched the movie I let myself mentally meander a little envisioning what was implied by the storyline ... now how weird did that make me feel. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passion_in_the_Desert