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zentai / kigurumi

Saw the pre-event link at DPH about a strange, quasi-webcam anime "girl." This prompted me to peek around for lots more stuff about this weird fetish from the wild country I'm in. It didn't surprise me when the longest page of useful links came up in English. Near immediate addenda: a stronger composite presentation, as well as less random links on boingboing.net.

Holy crap. This questionable-use doll looks just like Sadako from The Ring. Who'd want to fuck with that?

Addenda: I've seen some of these dolls in non-pr0n shops in Osaka. I thought they were weird, and then just sorta dismissed them from my headspace. I've seen a lot of professional kigurumi actors at amusement parks and such; when the AbaRangers (this year's flavor of Power Rangers), or Anpanman show up, it's these guys. So when I saw there's a fetish attached to it, it didn't really register as weird. I just posted to Japan Tribe to find out what people think about this stuff; personally, I'm mostly weirded out that I'm not weirded out, that I've become inured to it, apparently. Or I'm clueless.

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