Well. This doesn't really answer your question but nobody else is answering either so...
One time I was dancing at a gay club and this guy (I'm a gal) kept following me around the dance floor. He'd work his way up to me, start grinding, put his hands where they weren't wanted, try to get himself pressed up against me, etc, and when I moved to a different part of the dance floor, he'd show up a few minutes later doing ther same thing again.
Anyway we go through this three or four times and all of the sudden these two great big f*****s in fursuits (one skunk, one bunny) appear out of nowhere, greeted me with these grand courtly bows, and offered to dance. Although bemused, I took their paws, and they lead me in this dorky a*s square dance that had these 200lb masses of fur and sweat stomping circles around me and deterring anyone else from getting too near. A few songs later, they bowed again and scampered off and I never saw the grotey guy again. I did wave to the furries several times that night. Nice fellas.
Cool thing is that wasn't even the first or last time that furries, leathermen, and fat guys in cupcake themed lingerie have swooped in to help out when somebody's creeping on me. It's just the weirdest. But I guess I'm not surprised that the kinkiest f***s are also the first guys to take action to stop sexual harassment. They're pretty brave already.
One time I was dancing at a gay club and this guy (I'm a gal) kept following me around the dance floor. He'd work his way up to me, start grinding, put his hands where they weren't wanted, try to get himself pressed up against me, etc, and when I moved to a different part of the dance floor, he'd show up a few minutes later doing ther same thing again.
Anyway we go through this three or four times and all of the sudden these two great big f*****s in fursuits (one skunk, one bunny) appear out of nowhere, greeted me with these grand courtly bows, and offered to dance. Although bemused, I took their paws, and they lead me in this dorky a*s square dance that had these 200lb masses of fur and sweat stomping circles around me and deterring anyone else from getting too near. A few songs later, they bowed again and scampered off and I never saw the grotey guy again. I did wave to the furries several times that night. Nice fellas.
Cool thing is that wasn't even the first or last time that furries, leathermen, and fat guys in cupcake themed lingerie have swooped in to help out when somebody's creeping on me. It's just the weirdest. But I guess I'm not surprised that the kinkiest f***s are also the first guys to take action to stop sexual harassment. They're pretty brave already.