When my parents found out I'm transgendered, the first words out of my dads mouth were 'But you can't be a boy, you sleep with stuffed animals!!!' Damn straight I do.
When I was little I had a little monkey named Chipped. My dad would go on business trips and bring back little shirts for him. I carried him everywhere. Like Linus and his blanket. I lost him trick or treating one year and screamed until they agreed to backtrack to everyhouse we'd hit. And at McDonald's once ... I was seriously terrified someone found him and made Monkey McNuggets. He now sleeps on the bedside table so I don't squash his stuffing's out.
For the last four years at least, I've slept with this enormous stuffed bunny named ... Bunny. She's a bit of a butch in her plaid vest and bowtie, but it suits me I think. I didn't start sleeping with her til I fell in love for the first time. Then she got to stand in for my unrequited love everynight. She's stood in for many an unrequited love now ... heck, lips or no lips, that bunny taught me how to kiss I think. I used to have to take her with me when I was staying with female friends just to ensure I didn't accidentally cuddle a person.
And yes, I realize the irony of calling myself the Bunny Slayer and sleeping with the bunny. Way too much Buffy for me I guess ...
, but under my Pooh blanket and occaisionally in my Pooh bear boxers.
Maybe I went a little overboard with the boxers...