When I was 5 or 6 the kid across the street gave me a racoon tail, and I loved the feeling of that fur. I also remember having a few scraps of fur, including fox, that felt great. Unlike some of you, I don't remember any long-haired women in my life growing up, but I really liked that one poster of Raquel Welch with her hair covering her breasts.

At some point in 1974 or 75 I read the Penthouse letter called "Hair Streaker" about a guy with a hair fetish, and everything fell into place!