Archive | January, 2012
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Vore, and why I don’t like it

So; this has come up again; it’s something I actually brought up on my blog some time ago and at the time I didn’t think that I would ever need to again. Nevertheless, here I am, again talking about vore.

Basically; I feel that sin is the same if it happens in real life of if you’re simply role-playing that out as a character when you’re mentally performing the same action. There’s no difference between sinning “for real” or sinning “for pretend;” they are effective the same. Most Christians I know have no issue applying that to yiff; but, if you go and apply it to other types of role play they start to get antsy.

I don’t think we really have the ability to go into this and draw our own lines where we want them; there’s no real way you can define one thing being a sin IRL and in role play and one thing not. Not to mention that there is that point at which just doing doing it in role play won’t be enough and you’ll push yourself harder for the same thrill.

 

Nevertheless, feel free to contradict the ‘fin.

Fallen short

You know on a night like this it’s not that hard to realize just how bad a person I am on so many different levels. I don’t mean in the beating kittens sorta bad, but, someone who has so many times just not follwoed God’s will. It’s a scary thought to wonder if, or perhaps better asked how, my bad decisions have affected others.

Now, there are a number if people I’ve hurt and I could have done nothing to make any difference with that. It’s one of those things that comes from being a community leader. But, at the same time there are people who have been hurt by my actions for no good reason except my own pride and stubbornness.

Tonight by prayer is for those people, for reconciliation and healing for them–also that I would gain more wisdom on when I need to be still and let God be God. Hopefully some day even forgiveness.

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The City Bridge

The city, as I’d already mentioned is divided down its heart by a large river. The river’s name to the best of my knowledge I am unaware of and have never heard. Granted, these are my dreams so I guess my subconscious was simply never interested enough to connect the correct dots that would create a name for this mighty-looking chasm of deep and wide water, steam rising off of its surface on this bright early-summer day… Well, that would be nice except for me wearing a rain coat and it currently pouring cats and dogs at the moment. Just because it’s my dream doesn’t mean I can control the weather apparently.

I start out walking across the bridge, it’s a wide four-lane ordeal with a separate pedestrian area on one side of the roadway. On one end of the bridge is a large toll plaza, but, only for cars so I simply walk by. Mid day on a week day doesn’t create a lot of traffic over this bridge, only the odd passing vehicle causes my ears to pin back against my head under my hoodie as it passes — even though dolphin is part of my hybridization I still don’t like rain.

The bridge is a rather awesome sight, stretching between the two shores at almost the widest point of the river so by looking over the side you can see some of the docked boats below where the fresh water and salty ocean water meet. Now with the tide full the river seems even higher and my tail begins to wag from under by hoodie, slatting water from the fin at its tip behind me. It’s illegal to dive off this bridge, you should know. I’m not even sure how I know, honestly, but I’m well aware that what I’m about to do is wrong as I take off my hoodie and toss it off the bridge. Only a tight-fitting pair of spandex swim shorts covering my furred body. The rain keeping my fur clumped together against my chest as I smile.

I’m not only aware that it’s wrong to jump off this bridge, I’m also aware that before they can find another driver to look for me I’ll be long gone, and no one will invest much time in looking for another dolphin hybrid with a thing for taking long dives.

I peer down over the edge and my stomach tenses up, it seems a lot higher than I imagined as I climb over the rail and look at the mixing salt and fresh water below. A car hits its breaks behind me –no time to second-guess now– I push-off and form a diving position. My tail flapping though the air like the tail from a kite as my forepaws break the surface of the water and the sudden cold makes the fur of my coat stand on end. My heart besting loudly in my ears with exhilaration as I open my eyelids and the membranes over my eyes stay closed under the choppy surface.

The water here is cloudy, so there isn’t much to see, but with held breath I use my sense of direction to swim further up-river and to a dock I know of well. My head breaks the surface of the water and I quickly swim with my footpads and the power of my thick tail-fin to grab my hoodie and dive once more, enjoying the water and the thrill of the drive — my candid instinct to wag in happiness only occasionally messing up my stride.

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The Object, Island 12

It was upon this occasion that I was given the opportunity to visit the location now formally known as island 12, having no nearby local population to have named it differently.
The island itself is a sub-tropical climate, protected about on all sides by reef and sharp outcropping rocks that have created a constant danger to any approaching craft. Because of this we were forced to stop some distance off the shore of the island and approach it by helio.
The outer portion of the island is covered in a naturally lush and thick forest, with the interior being primarily composed of several feet of fertile plain. Underneath this lied gravel and finally a stable base of granite.
Returning again to this outer layer of forest, it ideally covers the majority of the island from both sea and sky.
Despite the large surface area of the island it would appear that no mammals currently reside upon it — for that matter it would appear as the only fauna present on the island are several species of migratory birds.
A more extensive listing of the identified flora and fauna of the island has been included with this report. After spending a considerable amount of time on the island I have reached the conclusion that is would providey the ideal location to have a centre for covert operations.
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WagzTail 2.0 Episode 5

This week we discuss what WagzTail is and why we’re here, along we how we each discovered the furry fandom. Curl up in a cozy chair and listen to this episode of the only podcast made with 100% rodent union approved labor!

WagzTail Podcast 2.0 Episode 5
Runtime: 30m
Cast: Wolfin, Levi, Kail, Flechmen
Format: 128kbps ABR split-stereo MP3
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Our Story on Why Stop Now by The Title (Lyrics)

Chorus:
Let’s try thinking like the first time
Back when neither you or I had any idea that
Three years later with a few lines
I was there to write our story, our story
Repeat once

One:
I would take everything I would have said,
Replacing it with what I did
It was wrong of me to ever try thinking I could justify
Anything I did when I had you
I’ve gotta pay attention cause I’ve changed my direction
Based on things that you failed to mention
If I’m here then I’m still a friend
I’ll never stop, let’s give this our best shot I’ll say
Go to Chorus

I would make promises I couldn’t break
Think about it every day if you’d make the same ones
and maybe I’d see things from the other side
Cause it’s been a month since I had you
I’ve gotta pay attention cause I’ve changed my direction
Based on things that you failed to mention
If I’m here then I’m still a friend
I’ll never stop, let’s give this our best shot I’ll say

Bridge (repeats three times):
I’m gonna say what I wanna say
I don’t know what you’re gonna say
But I don’t think that I ever want to feel this way, so

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Dancing hurts

*JeffCore dances
JeffCore> Incidently, I can only do the running man >.>
JeffCore> Sometimes I forget an actually run…
JeffCore> into usually animate objects…
*JeffCore shrugs and impacts into Jude
JeffCore> Dancing hurts.
Jude> …

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Grocery shopping in The City

The city contains an inordinate amount of retail space, even still, every store always seems to get a lot of foot traffic. It makes it feel as though the general pastime for people here is shopping. I hum and churr to myself as I take an exit ramp off the highway I’m currently on, leaning a little in my seat as the ramp loops back under the highway and quickly comes to a stop in front of a set of lights, now red. I turn on my right side signal and pull up to the lights, carefully heading out against after a brief stop with no other traffic around to speak of.

It’s early in the morning, with the sun just starting to brighten up the scene out my wind-shield as the horizon begins to brighten, street lamps slowly turning off one by one as they succum to the growing light. This road runs out of the city and along a smaller section of the river that flows though it. The river splits further up stream forming this smaller copy of itself, trapping a thin island between the two currants. Between the road and the river lie two railroad tracks, aged and infrequently used. Even in the out-skit of the city the love of retail space lives on as I pull into a parking lot in front of a newly renovated building.

Lots of grocery stores are in the deeper guts of the metropolis of course, but, I always find something special with the smaller ones. This one in piticular is unique as it serves only fresh and healthy/organic foods. It’s small, about the size of a shoppers drug mart or CVS pharmacy with nearly half of that space being fresh fruit, vegetables and meat from farmers in the surrounding area. As for the rest of the store, you won’t find anything a healthy eater would baulk at.

For no apparent reason this store is open 24hours, so I’m into a mainly deserted store at 6am. I pick up a basket and walk to the fruit, pulling a bag from one if the dispensers and counting out plums. I take a moment to look over the other fruit and my tail twitches with glee, I’ll be eating well for the next few days. Outside the bright and welcoming lights of the store-front slowly fade into the brighter light of the new Summer’s day.