But first, the NSFW adventures of a snow leopard.
I’ve been going through the archives of a webcomic I loved but then forgot about for a long time because it had ended.
It’s called Nivlek, and it’s the adventured of the eponymous snow leopard who is cute, brave, fluffy, eternally hungry and horny, and has the magic power to make it snow.
It is also marvelously full of fetishes. And better than that, it treats them with a casual ease that I find very life-affirming and cheerful.
The main ones are adult baby/diaper lover, feeding/fattening, and soft vore. From the 25th strip or so in,Nivlek is rarely seen without a big cloth diaper on, complete with safety pin, and characters quite frequently eat a whole lot and get very fat. Occasionally,. he also eats living creatures, like the little demons that seem to be everywhere on his version of the Himalayas, but they are all evil, so it’s no big.
The diaper bit is mostly just cute. He never “soils” his diaper, and it takes a while before he is even shown “wetting” it.
But that’s just a wet yellow patch at the front of the diaper. In fact, most of the strips aren’t in color, so for the most part, it’s not even yellow.
Oh, and people frequently change one another’s diapers (very non grossly),and I find that quite lovely and adorable.
I should warn those of sensitive dispositions, however, that while the comic starts off quite mild and time, it becomes more NSFW over time, and eventually becomes straight up pornographic, with the emphsis on graphic.
I, of course, have no problem with that. In fact, I adore it. I adore anything that is enthusiastically sex-positive in a happy, gentle, affectionate way, and Nivlek has that in spades. Even when the adventures get a little violent, it’s still done in such a fun, enthusiastic cartoony way that it doesn’t even seem like violence.
It’s just such a happy place to be!
In fact, the only other webcomic I can think of that compares to it is my all time favorite sexy furry webcomic, Kit and Kay Boodle.
It takes place in the idyllic community of Yiffburg, where everyone has sex anywhere, anyhow, and with whomever they like all the time. This is greatly aided by the Yiffberries that grow everywhere, which not only give you unlimited sexual stamina, but also act as a one hundred percent effective birth control pill/.
So yeah. It’s totally NSFW right from the start. Fair warning.
it’s mostly heterosexual, although that eventually changes to include one gay couple. And I suppose some might find its view of sexuality a little too open.
But I adore it just like I adore Nivlek. In fact, more so. Its take on sexuality is almost as uninhibited as mine, and if I ran the world, it would look a lot like Yiffburg.
Only more so. No, I am not going to explain that.
Hmmm. I should have known that once I got talking about these things, it would be hard for me to stop.
I will get around to the waiting room thing after the break. Probably.
Right. Waiting room.
I went into the community health center to get the bandage on my wound changed. No big deal, although the rain did make waiting for the bus kind of suck.
Hooray for bus shelters!
Anyhow, nobody told me that my appointment today was at 2:30 pm, not 2 pm, so I ended up having to wait.
No big deal there either though…..if i had known it was at 2:30 pm, I would have wound up doing the same thing.
The time Joe can drop me off doesn’t vary.
And during my wait, some gentlemen of no fixed address were having a conversation about their lives and I found it fascinating.
Seems this one guy had just vacated his current shelter, one called Stories, and left all his belongings behind with no plan to return from them because that shelter had, alas, descended into a nightmarish hellhole of booze, drugs, partying, and stabbings.
You read that right. Stabbings. Apparently, a person of their acquaintance had, for reasons unknown, stabbed another reside in the thigh, and said resident had reacted by grabbing the knife and stabbing his assailant back.
Fair enough, I suppose.
Our main speaker, let’s call him Beardie, did not explicitly list that incident as a reason for his rapid departure from that facility, but it was heavily implied.
What struck me is that despite the impulsive nature of his vacating of his lodgings, he definitely had it all figured out. He had a bed waiting for him at another shelter, and was going to stay with the friend he had accompanied to the health center until then.,
Poor fellow was in for cellulitis of the thighs. I caught a glimpse of it. Yikes. Poor guy!
And this was not Beardie’s week, because apparently the fellow who runs both a Friday night dinner and a Saturday morning breakfast he attends went mad with a very tiny amount of power and banned Beardie for both events.
His crime? Not cleaning off his plate, apparently. He had been given a giant sized serving of rice with his meal, and Berdie being diabetic, he hadn’t eaten it.
This apprently incensed the dickhead in charge and he was accused of “always” wasting food and Dickhead banned him for life.
Don’t worry, though. Berdie was smart enough to immediately go over Dickhead’s dickish head to a lady named Diane, who said she will take care of it.
Sadly, as anyone who has frequented Internet forums and/or usenet will tell you, some people will go nuts with any power you give them, even if it is just being a moderator on a fricking IRC channel, and when they are in a bad mood they will use that power to take it out on the users.
Unfortunately, these people have always been with us, and always will be. What it boils down to is that there is no sure way to know who is fit for authority and who is not before giving it to them.
Hopefully Dickhead will lose his position and someone better able to handle things will be put in his place.
So as a lifetime passive eavesdropper, i feel like I struck gold. There was so much life in what they were talking about, and from such an interesting perspective. I was absolutely riveted by their conversation.
I had to stifle the urge to contribute at least half a dozen times. That would have been extraordinarily inappropriate, to put it mildly.
So that’s my adventure for today. The actual bandage changing was routine.
One weird thing : in order to get weaned off these compression bandages, I am supposed to buy compression socks, and apparently I need to go see my GP for that because apparently, they are prescription socks.
Sounds fishy to me. Not to mention expensive, althugh if they are prescription, i suppose that means the province will pay for them.
It just seems weird to go to the doctor for socks.
I am thinking that when there is no more wound (and I am almost there, the remaining wound is the size of a dime), I will be tempted to just stop wearing the bandage.
But as tempting as that is, I know that vascular compression is something with which you do not fuck around. So no going cold turkey…. God knows what might happen if my veins and arteries experienced sudden decompression.
Aneurism? Embolism? Stroke? The bends? i shudder to think
So I guess i am going to have to be an adult and do the thing I don’t feel like doing in order to avoid a horrible death.
Man, being a grownup sucks.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.