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I've never worn fur that I can recall although I have worn leather all my life, apart from a short period of trying to be a vegan when I discovered that you can get excellent meat-effect DM's but found it damned hard to buy gloves or belts that had never run around on a farm.
A vegan chap at work, all round good guy, who rides a motorcycle was telling me the other day that, although all his bike gear is synthetic, he has never managed to find gloves which did the job properly without "relaxing" his principles.
When I was required by the ancestral ritual of my tribe to purchase a kilt and the paraphernalia which accompanies it (sheesh, the expense!), I found the thought of the customary dead badger for a sporran too much and got myself a nice wee black leather sporran (with shiny SM studs on). I was then and still am puzzled as to why I felt the treated epidermis of one animal was preferable to another. It seemed at the time more than an aesthetic judgment. When I was in Russia, I was tempted by a cheap, black market traditional fur hat but didn't buy it for the same reason and, frankly, have regretted it often since on a cold winter morning when my reddened ears are stinging.
You have made lots of good points, people, but I'm still pondering why fur and other animal hides seem to be regarded differently. Without "Marlon", my battered old biker jacket, I would have cut much less of a swathe through the Edinburgh gay scene in my thirties. Instead of an average of one shag per year, I'd have had to take up needlepoint or something to while away a Friday night.
Of course, I could indeed have gone naked and probably would have been able to raise a few laughs at least. |
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