Where tf the G/Fur at???

Where tf the G/Fur at???

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herms welcom

This thread is gay enough.

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But now I'm conflicted. Do I post futadom or g fur?

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OP: both. futadom first.

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Well alright then.

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good boy

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Will you give me a treat if I keep being a good boy?

well what do u want

>Futa
REEEE THIS IS NOT H/FUR

I want headpats and cuddles. Then I want you to do whatever you want to me.

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rimmed a dog yesterday fellas, ama

Just a few more and I promise I'm done.
What made you decide to do that?

I'm into animals and scat and had the opportunity so it seemed reasonable

u can get some cuddles after u give me some more big strong cocks

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OP here: OP says its ok. OP is drunk and wants as much cock as possible no matter what gender

Did you let the dog fuck you after?

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I agree

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No, just rimmed. I guess I could have done more in after thought but I was sort of nervous. and focused, and enjoying what I was doing enough on its own

Seems a bit one sided. He gave you what you wanted and you just left him hanging. Not even a reach around.

Not into scat....but...butt

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It was a she actually, but you're right, I was pretty selfish. If it were a he I certainly would have wanted to be mounted

We need for our stability the very idea of the Big Other for whom we maintain our appearances. But are things really as simple as that? That's the tragedy of our predicament. In order to fully exist as individuals we need the fiction of a Big Other. There must be an agency which, as it were, registers our predicament. An agency where the truth of ourselves will be inscribed, accepted. An agency to which to confess. But what if there is no such agency? This was the utmost despair of many women raped in the Post Yugoslav War in Bosnia in the early 90s. They survived their terrible predicament and what kept them alive was the idea, "I must survive to tell the truth." If, when, if they survived they made a terrible discovery. There is no one really to listen to them. Either some totally ignorant bored social worker, or some relative who usually made some obscene insinuations like, "Are you sure you were not enjoying even a little bit rape?" and so on and so on. They discovered the truth of what Jacques Lacan claims. There is no Big Other. There maybe a virtual Big Other to whom you cannot confess. There maybe a real Other, but it's never the virtual one. We are alone.

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Doesn't seem terribly selfish. You enjoyed doing it and she got the pleasure.

Sure, but there are otherS. and one can do their own part too

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You cannot confess to the Other. Only to the Big Other. It is only to the Big Other that one can be fully understood and accepted. Others we cannot be fully understood and accepted. Others will always filter what you confess and interpret what it is you are saying.

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To maintain our appearances, to exist as individuals, etc. is the point, not "the big other" itself. obviously, to the extent the big other does exist is in others or in our ourselves. if we see it practical and possible to regard ourselves and others as the big other for the sake of identity, etc, then I think that's good enough

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Now that the thread has been marked I feel obliged to stop with the herms.

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thanks so much for all this ass and rimming pics :3 I didn't even realize I wanted it so much, but my experience is only making that fetish stronger

is this the thread?

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I still maintain that that picture is a perfect stallion ass.

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The point is that we are alone, yes. We only have ourselves to depend on.

There's not a whole lot of it and it happens to be something I like.

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I still maintain that Rajii is the king of stallion ass, stallion dick, dog dick, any other kind of ass and fembois.

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I think if we hold others to a certain standard those that match our standards can act as the big other though. and I also think our own personal construction of the big other, so ourselves, can be as rewarding as some external standard and in the same way

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Even if we hold others to the same standard we hold ourselves they cannot act as the Big Other. They will only always be just the Other. We cannot act as our own Big Other, we must have an outside Big Other to confess to.

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feral-anthro-feral sandwich. The rarest of pornographic sandwiches.

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Where the whoreses at?

is there any practical significance to this big other though?

kinda got fixated on dog butt for a bit there.

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Do whatever you feel like. I could always use more of what you're posting.

Speaking of dog butt.

this thread is boring

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I have it on good authority that all unicorns are male and reproduce via magic buttsex. So, top or bottom?

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Yes, it is the very thing which regulates our life. The thing with which we confess to. With which we inscribe our truths. Without this Big Other we are alone, in despair.

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I'm not ready to be a father.