Never slept with stuffed animals until I was 22. Got the white bear as a joke university grad gift from my Mom, didn’t have anywhere to put him in my tiny apartment so I put him in my bed. Now I’ve added Rambo to the mix, a stuffed dog my grandparents gave me as a 1st birthday present. I rescued him from my Dad’s house because my Dad is not one for sentimentality (unless the things are his) and I was getting scared he’d find his way into a dumpster. So yeah, stuffed animal virginity to polyamoury in under a year. I’m a fast woman.