>I freely admit that my husband is not the only one I sleep with. My other companion is Theo. He’s my teddy bear. I’ve had him since I was 12, although he looks like he’s been around way longer than that. I know it is wrong for a 29 year old to take a teddy bear to bed with her, but I just don’t sleep as well without his head smashed under my chest, my arms wrapped around him. Look, don’t get me wrong; I’m no plushie.
Plushies (and their counterpart, furries) burst into mainstream attention in an episode of CSI last season. Not long before it aired, I had read an article in some magazine (sadly, I can’t remember which one) about the subject, so I was super excited to fin some of my favorite TV characters bringing the topic into the homes of millions of Americans. For those of you who missed this brilliant television moment (or the magazine article), plushies (as previously noted) are people who get off on stuffed animals. Furries are people who dress up in animal costumes and have sex with other people decked out as animals. It’s sort of like bestiality, but not mentioned in the Bible specifically, thus stigmatized in a different way. Perhaps there was once an 11th commandment, “Thou shall not dress as an animal and fornicate with another dressed as an animal?” or “Thou shalt not covert thy neighbor’s stuffed animal?”