Major Furry Crime Unpunished

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Hello, boys.  Lets play games!
 
 
This 57 year old just beat a child rape charge because the witness against him described the fursuit he was wearing and got it wrong.  He was throwing furry parties and apparently had kids there.  He was dressed like a fox and his fursona was named "Lupine", apparently mixing up wolves and foxes.   I think he is guilty of some extraordinary poor judgement, to say the least. One year ago 5 men were arrested in connection with this, a pedophile rape ring according to the cops.  
Being furry is not about having children over for dress up parties, and it should not be about sex at all.


A grown man throwing parties for children answers the door dressed like this, and no alarm bells go off.  Have a good time, Timmy!


Who wants a Quaalude?

(These are outstanding fursuits, and I grabbed the pictures off the web. These are just used to make a point about the above story).
Oh, and Bucks County is where Albert Bester used to live.  He predicted a drug called "Analogue" (1954) which allows a human to become the animal he is queer for.  In the story, the protagonist has to deal with a man who thinks he is a python.  Just thought you guys would like to know.


This appeared in Heavy Metal, 1979.


Gulliver Foyle, The Stars My Destination

Gully Foyle is my name,
And Terra is my nation.
Deep space my dwelling place
The stars my destination.

You'd be making bad poetry too if you had just spent the last six months in a supply locker on board a war destroyed spaceship.

Artwork by Howard Chaykin.


No better chaperone than hard vacuum.  

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