I don’t like to comment on the fetish* , but sometimes I think that taking a brief step back to look at ourselves is warranted. The question I want to pose in this article is “what kind of maieusiophile do you want to be”?

Nine times out of ten, despite what people might say, having a fetish? It’s totally okay. It’s not as weird or as unholy as people would have you believe. However, how you act on it defines who you are both in terms of the fetish and in terms of your character.

I’m probably going to piss someone off that’s reading this, but, for example, look at furries. I’m sure there are some nice, logical anthropomorphic art enthusiasts out there.  Statistically, there’s got to be.  And you could pass them on the street and you’d never know it in a million years.

But damned if you see them, even in their own community. Although frankly, that’s the point. They blend in. Because by and large the majority is the demented yiffers that cease to exist as entities if you separate them from their fursonas.

I use furries as an example mainly because I know some of you guys (and yes, maybe even some of you gals) that share the pregnancy fetish will find it easier to point fingers outwards than to look in the mirror and point it at yourself. But I got news for you. In everything there’s the potential for good and bad. Healthy and unhealthy.

It’s the same thing with us. I know some people probably don’t get why I’d invest hours of my time in drawing a picture of a really really pregnant girl or writing a hundred page epic about the same. To me, that’s a constructive, creative way to express my fetish. And, on occasion, those products of mine get mainstream appeal, because I put the effort into making them accessible in that way.

But on the flip side, there are those M guys and gals that are Hard M. It pretty much defines the identity they’ve made for themselves. And though I share a fetish with them, there are degrees of this thing. There’s interest, and then there’s obsession. Nothing weirds me out more than those guys running off to comment about how turned on they are about someone’s home movies on youtube. Or the ones that post incessantly about this pregnant woman across the block that they’ve been stalking for the past month in an attempt to rub them some belly. Or those same guys in the latter group that run up and approach a pregnant woman and try to converse with them until they get their rub on, and then they’re cheered on by everyone else for their being rewarded for their bravery. I’m not using hyperbole here. These are actual examples that I’ve seen. And I’m sure a few people are reading this and thinking “Why is this a problem”? But again, it comes back to my original question.

How do you want to be seen by other people? Do you want to be seen as a basement dwelling troll, furiously seeking out your next piece of masturbation fodder and drooling over webshots? Or an admittedly weird, but otherwise harmless and kind of funny creator?
You know what? To hell with this. I’m pretty sure that this has all been fairly ignored. So here’s the short version.
STOP BEING CREEPY BASTARDS YOU ASSHATS. YOU’RE MAKING US ALL LOOK BAD. I’M NOT EVEN ASKING FOR YOU TO GET OUT THE FETISH, JUST STOP TYPING WITH YOUR WANG OUT. IT MAKES THE REST OF US LOOK BAD AND IT CAUSES PEOPLE TO REMOVE THE WANK FODDER YOU SO DESPERATELY WANT.
Saburo Out.
*Okay that’s a lie. I do like to speak on the fetish occasionally, but I know how often this stuff gets ignored by the people that need to take it to heart.
KB would like to add that this is the exact kind of creepy shit Saburo is talking about.