Poképhilia is the love of proctologists. It has nothing to do with pokemon at all. I swear.
Pokephilia is the love of pokemon. Perhaps I should be clearer. To a degree, most of us love pokemon to some extent, be it that mudkipz meme, those games we played years back (Gold and Silver for the win), or the many appearances they've made in great movies.
Pokephilia takes that love a step further.
I prefer direct answers. Beating around the bush doesn't make sense, because dinner is probably hiding IN the bush.
With the first four generations of pokemon, going from Bulbasaur to Arceus, there are 493 of them. The picture above of the totally hot Lopunny is only one of them.
Seriously, you knew this was coming.
Seriously, what the hell am I looking at? No other way to put it: Lopunny > Gardevoir.
I personally am not a fan of pokephilia for a few good reasons. I once had some pokemon over at the house as guests, and things didn't go well. You know why you shouldn't shower near pokemon?
I also found an ursaring sneaking around the house. It looked something like this:
Wait a second... I've seen this somewhere before... OH MY GOD!!!
Enough was enough. There were too many pokemon for me to deal with.
After fleeing the comforts of my own home, I decided that I wanted to take a trip to the beach. So I went to Florida, the land of beaches and old people. I made an unfortunate discovery though, one that would steer me away from all beaches for the rest of my days. You ever wonder why the ocean is so salty?