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It's a feline goth girl!

What was this for? I don't remember. One of my zines was titled "Keef or Isogon" but I can't recall if that was before or after I designed this character. I never did anything with her. Sometime around this time, my friends convinced me to go to the first annual Fetish Ball at one of the downtown dance clubs. "You're the only person I know who actually has a fetish!" Eric Miller (director of "Mark of the Damned") said, meaning of course the Furry thing. He convinced a girl we knew to be my date, and somebody made a costume for her that looked a lot like Keef. But was the costume based on the drawing or was the drawing inspired by the costume? She had a furry black & white top with long sleeves and a collar so I could lead her around on a leash. There might have been a mask but she refused to wear it. The skirt was black naugahide and it went all the way down to the floor. I wore a black morning suit with a Zorro hat and a string tie. Another member of our little group described me as "the Colonel Sanders of pain." We arrived at the party, looking very dignified compared to everyone else in attendance, and I promenaded around with my date on a leash for a while. There were an awful lot of dudes in WWII German uniforms. Some old geezer with no shirt on asked my companion to adjust the c-clamps on his nipples. I let my date off of her leash and I did not see her again for the rest of the night. The music was deafeningly loud and the overall vibe was creepy. It was a very stupid time and I'll never attend such an event again.

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Walter Reimer

It's not for everyone, but at least you can point to it and say, "Yes. Tried it. Won't repeat it."

Vet

You didn’t listen to mama about those kind of parties. “That ain’t the way to have fun, son.” (Three Dog Night 1970. Yeah been to a few parties where that song rang true😁)

St. Veronika

Feline goth girl? One of my kind.

Walter Reimer

Yeah, I recall a party when a drunk guy threw a plastic chair in his wife's face. I said, "Welp, I'm partied out," and went home.

Rick2tails

that doesnt sound very fun at all. going on a first date with someone at a party with no one you know and possibly nazi people there (or people fetishsizing the outfits at minimum) is an almost guaranteed bad time

tegerio

It wasn't really a "date" so much as "a friend who agreed to accompany me to this ridiculous event." Why she did it, I'll never know, since she clearly was not into it. Eric had an uncanny ability to persuade people to do things. There were people I know; a bunch of us went to this thing. Eric insisted I go because as I mentioned, I was the only one with an actual fetish. The gay boys in SS uniforms were the scariest part of the evening for sure.