So this is a coming out thread of sorts. To be blunt it's about the intimacy I share with my plushy cat doll, Suki. Now it isn't a physical love and I've never looked at it as any kind of sex object, but I've always been hopelessly and neck deep in love with the little thing. How could I not be? The cute little eyes and silky smooth beige fur.. loving Suki was only a natural reaction to such a cute object. In fact, calling Suki an object feels like a disservice to her. I prefer to think of her as an animal that never received the blessing of life, but Suki doesn't need life. She has love <3 (I included a picture of her)