Teddy Bears
Okay let me be truthful. I do breast feed small teddies. Only the tiny ones mind you. The babies.
There is a reason for this.
When I was young (Around 5) I had a big orange teddy called Bruno. He was cute with ginger fur & a white face.I took that bear with me everywhere I did, including to bed.
One night I couldn't get comfy & I tossed & I turned alllllllll through the night long.
Somehow, through no fault of my own, Bruno must have slipped down into my bed & I awoke to feel his nose pressing against my most private of places.
NOW!
It felt quite nice did Bruno's nose. Infact to be truthful it felt good. Let me be more honest. It felt f**king fab.
I confess that Bruno became not only my playmate in one sense, but in all others too.
NOW!
I did not know what I was doing was wrong. My mummy never said you should not treat teddies this way, so I carried on playing with Bruno & his sticky out nose .
Then one rainy day, I stepped into a catholic church, not to get out of the rain, but to rob the collection box. I needed some fruit salads & Black Jacks. They were just half a penny each so they were. A gal can buy many of them for all the 10% of wages collected up on a Sunday afternoon.
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The priest happened to catch me with the money & hands on hips he raged as to why I would do such a thing. Before I knew it I found myself confessing all my sins. The truancy, the hiding of my brothers favourite toys, the peeing in my mothers stiletto when she grounded me for punching the kitchen window through.
Finally I confessed my liking for teddies in the special cuddling sense.
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The priest told me in no uncertain terms that what I was doing with those teddies was abuse. He demanded I make amends by attending a teddy bear support group. He made me a cup of tea & spoke to me for ages. Then he realised I wasn't catholic, called me a c**t & booted me out of his church.
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I attended that support group. Not originally for making amends, but in the hope that there would be bigger & less ginger bears there, that I could play with.
However I learned some very important things that day. My mind was opened.
Did you know for instance that some children carry there bears about all day long by their ears. Dragging their poor arses on the ground.
Some children bite them & pull their innards out.
Worst of all some children throw them out like rubbish or donate them to teddy bear jail. (OXFAM).
Its horrendous!!!!
I was aware that what I was doing with the bears was not acceptable but it was no where near as callous as that.
So to cut a long story short, I ceased playing with bears in that way & instead abstained until I was 15 & used cock instead.
Now in order to give something back to the teddy bear community I look after the young ones. I make sure they are properly fed & watered.
It's the very least I can do.
Please pass this on to 100000000000 children & lets stop this abuse.
Fankoo.
