There’s nothing kinky about it, just the pure pleasure of rubbing a shaggy coat, feeling the texture between your fingers…
I believe it’s a primal urge, one that spawns from the cavemen era when most wore the fur of their kill, or loincloth on some parts, which may or may not have sported some fur at one time. Wearing the hides of dead animals has caused some controversy in last two decades, which only underlines man’s insatiable need to be close it – so strong that it’s lasted aeons.
Perhaps it’s because we’re mammals and inherently have hair, or fur, some more than others; so it’s already part of us on more than just the surface.
All in all though, we just tend every now and then to crave something furry, maybe women can identify to this more than most. For guys, well maybe it’s that secret will to be wild every so often, or at least feel wild, to let things go a bit (many guys who go to university tend to let their hair, on their head as well as their face, grow. Whether it’s because of the new found freedom of school yard rules and regulations or just that there’s been many late night’s burning the midnight oil, and there hasn’t been any time to shave… Either way, the fur will emerge.
So, whether you’re cuddling up in your favorite furry blanket on the couch, rubbing the stubble on your chin (or legs – ladies), welcoming back your gruff man from his latest camping trip (or general household manly endeavor) or staring into the big doe eyes of your four legged friend; there is an undeniable attraction to it. Sometimes it’s just common neglect, other times extreme effort to grow some fuzz, but whatever the cause or significance, there’s no denying the variety of responses it elicits in so many differing forms in our daily lives.