Okey doke, let’s talk about Amorous.
In terms of genre, it’s a dating sim, but being a furry dating sim, there is also the possibility of some serious hardcore deep tissue fuckin’.
And when I first downloaded the game, that was what I looking for. What can I say, I am a horny dude looking for cheap thrills and a gay furry sex game seemed like a perfect combination of my interests in gaming, furry fandom, and cock.
But that’s not what the game is about for me at all any more. That was just the bait to get me to play my first ever dating sim, and now I am totally hooked on the dating aspect because I am finding it both fun and surprisingly enriching.
I feel like playing the game has opened up long dormant parts of my mind that normally would activate during my teen and college years when I actually started dating.
But um, that never really happened. Not a lot of gay dating opportunities in small townj Canada in the 80’s, nor in small college Canada either.
I am sure there’s GLBT shit all over both places now, of course.
Not that I’m bitter or anything.
Anyhow, by the time I escape that small town life, I was far too depressed and socially anxious to do any dating to speak of. So the sad truth is that this dating sim is giving me the closest thing to real dating experience I have ever gotten.
My life is so sad sometimes.
And I am enjoying my virtual dating very much. I have zeroed in on two characters, one male (a cat named Seth) and one female (a fennec? or something named Skye), both cute, both nerdy, both totally my type and totally in my sights.
Obviously, being like an 80/20 male-biased bisexual, I am way more into the dude than than chick. My puppyish paramour is awfully cute and cuddly and adorkable (and wow, do I go for adorkable), but my interest is mostly romantic with only a teeny little tingle of sexual interest in there somewhere.
My dear sweet tomcat, on the other hand, is like catnip to me.
I mean, he wants to be a writer. He consulted me on his writing. Our first date, he took me to a poetry reading. At a library.
And when I gave him a lil kiss goodbye, he purred a little.
Oh honey, you’re so sweet I want to eat you up with a spoon.
I’ve made contact with two others that I am not pursuing. Mercy, a ewe or similar female horned ungulate, who is kinda cool but not as attractive to me as a nerd girl, and Lex, a gender ambiguous hyena or similar who is a bad boy/complicated/sensitive type and while I enjoyed hanging out with him, I am not interested romantically.
Way too much baggage with that one.
There’s supposedly 9 datable characters total, so there are 5 more for me to find and add to my contact list.
Honestly, I have trouble imaging anyone appealing to me more than my sweet bookish Seth kitty, but I will try to keep an open mind.
Wow, I wonder if this is how people with lives feel!
More after the break.
I want you to love me in the daylight
Currently stuck in my head. [1]
That…. sound[2]… that punctuates the chorus does something amazing to my brain. Like it’s the sound of enlightenment or my mind expanding or opening up or something.
Whatever it is, it feels fantastic. Is there such a thing as mind dilation? Seriously, this is the type of thing that could make me New Age, man.
Like, roll me a fattie of that strain then inject it into my brain, for real.
Went on another date with Skye, my girlfriend in Amorous. She took me to a cosplay convention, because she’s heavy into cosplay.
Which, of course, just makes her even cuter.
The game keeps referring to her as just a “fox” but she’s certainly no red fox (vulpes vulpes) like me, and her fur is sandy colored, so I am sticking with my “fennec” diagnosis despite her normal sized ears.
I suppose at some point I might be forced to choose between her and Seth, my kitty. I hope not, though. There’s plenty of me to go around and I would hate to have to hurt her by rejecting her in favour of Seth.
That would crush me. Tear me apart. Having to choose between two people I love, knowing that either choice means hurting someone, would damn near kill me.
Turns out love is real complicated.
It hurts to even imagine trying to do the cold calculations to figure out who I would rather be with. As funny as it may sound given my otherwise somewhat calculating nature, those are variables for which I would much rather never solve.
The thought of it makes me too upset to even fix the sloppy structure of that sentence.
Hopefully the game will accommodate my accidentally polyamorous ways.
The worst part is, I know that if the tables were turned, I would be the one demanding my lover choose. Not on who to keep and who to turf… that’s too harsh.
Plus, who am I to control what they do when they are not with me?
But they would have to choose me to be their primary lover. The number one wife, so to speak. I need to be their top priority without question. Otherwise it is just too precarious and unpredictable a situation for me.
So I am a total hypocrite. Don’t make me choose, but YOU better choose.
Then again, I would have way less a problem telling Skye that Seth was my primary boyfriend but she could still be as big a part of my life as she wanted.
Still, if she accused me of falsely leading her on, what could I say?
Can’t treat love like a game. Or entertainment. The stakes are too high.
I am learning so much from this game!
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.