You're right, I *was* a bit too pretentious on this post about wanting to have sex with slash be an inanimate doll with a felt vagina. Good catch meow!
Interesting. You initiate conversation, and yet when the topic thereof is described explicitly, you retreat to feign disgust. Like a cat sniffing a jalapeño pepper. Could this be a defense mechanism, lest someone see your engagement with this post and reasonably draw the conclusion that you do, in fact, want to fuck plush pink pussy?