Who had an inseparable piece of childhood comfort aka security blanket (blankie, binkie, etc etc), stuffed animal etc etc???
A) What was it?
B) How long did you keep it around for?
C) Do you still have it around somewhere in storage or secretly tucked under your bed or in your pillow case?
I want some conversation please! I just got home, no one to chat with but you awesome people. So I've given us a topic, now discuss!
A) What was it?
B) How long did you keep it around for?
C) Do you still have it around somewhere in storage or secretly tucked under your bed or in your pillow case?
I want some conversation please! I just got home, no one to chat with but you awesome people. So I've given us a topic, now discuss!
I had a blue blanket I believe I was brought home from the hospital in. I did EVERYTHING with it until it was too small to cover my body. So...5 or 6. By then it was shredded. But I loved it.
Mine was called "my blankie," My great grandmother got it for my mom as a baby shower gift. It was white, edged with red tubing, one side was multi color polka dots, the other side was a circus scene, and I had it with me everywhere and all the time, and this is what it looks like today:

Yup. I still have it. I curl it under my arm at night as if it were a pillow or teddy bear. It spends it's days tucked under my pillow, and when I am really really sick or really really depressed i tuck it under my arm while I watch tv or read or whatever. Call me a silly little child, but fuck, I have weird habits. I wash it once in a while and one of these days I know all the stuffing that was in it will come out and/or deteriorate, but I don't care. I love it. Funny thing is, my best friend in the whole wide world, has hers, too. and does the same thing with it.

Yup. I still have it. I curl it under my arm at night as if it were a pillow or teddy bear. It spends it's days tucked under my pillow, and when I am really really sick or really really depressed i tuck it under my arm while I watch tv or read or whatever. Call me a silly little child, but fuck, I have weird habits. I wash it once in a while and one of these days I know all the stuffing that was in it will come out and/or deteriorate, but I don't care. I love it. Funny thing is, my best friend in the whole wide world, has hers, too. and does the same thing with it.
When I was really little, I had my bunny blankets, which were two quilted blankets from my babyhood. They disappeared by kindergarten or first grade.
When I was seven or eight, my sister's then-boyfriend Dana gave me a stuffed snow leopard named Lorenzo for Christmas, and I totally fell in love with him. I still sleep with him.
When I was seven or eight, my sister's then-boyfriend Dana gave me a stuffed snow leopard named Lorenzo for Christmas, and I totally fell in love with him. I still sleep with him.
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| Originally posted by DoctorKitten on March 4, 2010 8:00 PM PST When I was really little, I had my bunny blankets, which were two quilted blankets from my babyhood. They disappeared by kindergarten or first grade. When I was seven or eight, my sister's then-boyfriend Dana gave me a stuffed snow leopard named Lorenzo for Christmas, and I totally fell in love with him. I still sleep with him. |
Thats what I like to hear! one material possession that is just, well, of no material value. Priceless to you....
Steve has threatened to huck my blankie out.... I told him I would seriously never ever forgive him if he did. You don't fuck with blankies/woobies/Lorenzo's/(insert name of beloved childhood beloved thing)
I had a stuffed bear and his name was Rock Rock n Roll Bear. My mom still has him and I;m giving it to my little boy.
Right, Eric?! He just thinks its atrocious (cus to be honest, I don't wash it that often in fear of it falling apart, but it's not nasty or anything) But he understands that it's OFF FUCKING LIMITS :)
Rob, thats awesome. I have a collection of dolls I will someday give to my little girl (if I am lucky enough to have one.)
Rob, thats awesome. I have a collection of dolls I will someday give to my little girl (if I am lucky enough to have one.)
I was once at Ponderosa with my GF. The table next to us was another couple. The lady got up to go to the bathroom. She said to him, "watch my purse." he said, "I'll watch it but I am not fucking touching it!"
as if touching his GIRLFRIENDS purse would diminish his manliness.
Dudes like that I just dont get.
Maybe I'm too liberal or part gayed.
But that encounter always stuck with me.
as if touching his GIRLFRIENDS purse would diminish his manliness.
Dudes like that I just dont get.
Maybe I'm too liberal or part gayed.
But that encounter always stuck with me.
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| Originally posted by eric on March 4, 2010 8:20 PM PST I was once at Ponderosa with my GF. The table next to us was another couple. The lady got up to go to the bathroom. She said to him, "watch my purse." he said, "I'll watch it but I am not fucking touching it!" as if touching his GIRLFRIENDS purse would diminish his manliness. Dudes like that I just dont get. Maybe I'm too liberal or part gayed. But that encounter always stuck with me. |
You are not too liberal, and not part gayed, that dude was probably a closet homosexual so insecure about his own sexuality that he said something of the nature you just stated because inside his first reaction was "be super macho and say something macho" because deep down inside, he was really like "oooh I wish that coach bag was MIIIINEEEE"
ps. I love the gay community. This was just my opinion. Anyone not comfortable enough with their own sexuality might just be having some different feelings that they cannot come to terms with.
I used to have Fluffy, which I INSISTED was a white rabbit, even though it was a white dog. I've still got it tucked away under my Mum's bed, but it used to come EVERYWHERE with me.
I freaked out completely when my mum tried to wash it when I was sick on it. I thought it would drown.
I freaked out completely when my mum tried to wash it when I was sick on it. I thought it would drown.
Um... No. I find security in isolation with a locked door and items to bludgeon and or cut/stab with.
I think you're missing the definition of security in this context. I keep a Kitana and a dagger by the bed, baseball bat by the front door, and deadbolts front and back. But I still loves me my blankie.
I don't have any weapons apart from a gnarly egyptian hunting blade we keep in the man draw. Yes, the MAN draw.
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| Originally posted by EarfSeyenz on March 5, 2010 4:51 AM PST I think you're missing the definition of security in this context. I keep a Kitana and a dagger by the bed, baseball bat by the front door, and deadbolts front and back. But I still loves me my blankie. |
Weird and crazy.
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| Originally posted by flocket on March 5, 2010 5:05 AM PST I don't have any weapons apart from a gnarly egyptian hunting blade we keep in the man draw. Yes, the MAN draw. |
HAha the MAN draw... weapons and porn?
Anything manly really, weapons, porn, tobacco, pot, wires, plugs that we have no use for, screwdrivers, keys for things long lost, yellow pages, awesome other stuff.
It's a good man draw.
It's a good man draw.
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| Originally posted by flocket on March 5, 2010 5:41 AM PST Anything manly really, weapons, porn, tobacco, pot, wires, plugs that we have no use for, screwdrivers, keys for things long lost, yellow pages, awesome other stuff. It's a good man draw. |
That is a good man draw!
i had a quilted blanket my mom made. it has a print of little birds. i called it my birdie blanket. i still have it.
my sly little niece has been trying to steal it though. she has 3 security blankets. they are all the same design from target. my sister had to scour the internet to find the other 2 because my niece would freak if anyone tried to take her bb.
my sly little niece has been trying to steal it though. she has 3 security blankets. they are all the same design from target. my sister had to scour the internet to find the other 2 because my niece would freak if anyone tried to take her bb.
When I was in Kindergarten, we would have naptime and there were little roll-up sleeping bags. I had a favorite I would always pick. It was red with all sorts of arctic creatures all over it.
I ended up taking it home one day, and I would use it all the time. I know my grandmother still has it.
I ended up taking it home one day, and I would use it all the time. I know my grandmother still has it.
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| Originally posted by DoctorKitten on March 4, 2010 8:00 PM PST When I was really little, I had my bunny blankets, which were two quilted blankets from my babyhood. They disappeared by kindergarten or first grade. When I was seven or eight, my sister's then-boyfriend Dana gave me a stuffed snow leopard named Lorenzo for Christmas, and I totally fell in love with him. I still sleep with him. |
You still sleep with Dana?








