I hope you'll all indulge me on this one but I wrote the following a couple of months back and it seems appropriate to the conversation as, to me, it's not really possible to talk about this without also covering a bit of backstory so grab some popcorn and settle back (or just skip ahead to the next post, either way):
I was looking back over some old posts, mostly recaps of previous BAST’s (British Affiliated Society of Ticklephiles, i.e. UK gatherings) from a couple of years ago, and suddenly realised just how lucky I am to have been involved in the tickling community and how much it has brought to my life. I thought it might be worthwhile putting this down in writing as an example of just what can happen if the stars align and, frankly, if you put the effort in.
I first came across tickling as a fetish in university (hardly unusual I suppose) when I found the TMF in my final year. It was interesting but to be frank it wasn’t life changing. No heavenly choirs burst into song as a convenient shaft of light descended in a moment of revelation, more a grunt of interest and a bookmark. I wandered across tickling as an offshoot from bondage and it took a while for it to permeate my brain. As time passed though it did indeed come to the forefront of my imagination and I joined the TMF in 2002.
Just before Christmas of that year I wrote my first story and haven’t stopped writing since. For about a year after that I was almost addicted to writing and found it not only easy but tremendously rewarding as well. What helped was the TMF was a very welcoming place indeed with positive feedback from a fair few regulars really helping to build up my own confidence in my abilities. While I don’t write as much as I used to it’s still a major part of my life and I hope that one day I may actually get a book or two published. It’d be a nice way to leave a mark on the world after all and considering some of the dross that’s out there at the moment…
Anyway, writing stories brought several new things into my life – acceptance and even a very small amount of recognition within the community, a real sense of achievement the day I was given my own story archive on the TMF amongst people who I consider to this day to be stunningly good writers, contact with many, many others who shared my fetish and who made me realise just how little I had to be ashamed of – but most importantly of all it led me to MorningAngel.
I’m going to be deliberately vague on details here as I don’t want to make it too obvious to the casual reader how we met as it’d be fairly easy for certain people to identify us in real life outside of the scene, sorry. But let’s just say she found me through my stories and we started talking via PM (and occasionally hijacking threads, *cough*). I think if it had been possible we’d have met up sooner but certain practical considerations kept that from happening. However in October 2004 we finally had our chance and, after some comedy moments on mobiles trying to figure out where on Paddington station the other was, we finally saw each other in real life and that, as they say, was that. In the highly romantic atmosphere of a Starbucks inside a Sainsburys supermarket (do I know how to show a girl a good time or what?) we talked for hours (mainly about a very dumb decision I’d made six months earlier and apologising a LOT for it… start as you mean to go on I say
) and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Almost four years on we’re married, have lived together for three years without killing each other and are still learning new things about the other. None of that would have happened without the TMF and UKTF. Talking of the UKTF….
Oddly, despite meeting Angel on the TMF it was on the UKTF board back in its infancy that we got to know each other properly and it’s there that we now consider our on-line ‘tickle home’. It’s through the UKTF that we went to our very first gathering kindly arranged by MistressDiva. I… think I’m right in saying that this was the first time I’d experienced bondage as well but I wouldn’t swear to that. In 2005 we took a very deep breath and organised our own gathering and, a year later, did the same again. Out of those experiences we learnt a lot, mainly that holding a gathering in August in a non-air-conditioned flat is a BAD THING™! But we also met some fantastic people, many of whom have turned into full blown friends and very good ones at that.
In January of last year we were fortunate enough to attend the Sheffield gathering and not only had a great time but renewed existing friendships and made new ones. Since then we’ve been incredibly fortunate and have had some truly outstanding and mindblowing experiences with several people from that gathering. Once again, I won’t go into details to save people’s blushes but I’ll just say this – in the last six months I have seen (and, for that matter, done) things that spring straight from the pages of What Fetish Monthly and there are still times it seems like a dream. And, at the same time, we've also had some of the most fun times I've ever had usually gathered around the TV playing Rock Band or just hanging out and talking.
And this, really, leads me to a conclusion of sorts. What started off as a curiosity in my life has led, via strange and unlooked for roads, to a thousand new experiences. It has grown my confidence to a point that would be unrecognisable to those that knew me only from University. It has given me the opportunity to meet people who I consider some of the best friends I have ever known. It has allowed me to help other people take their own first steps down those roads.
Most of all though tickling has directly led me to love and to the woman with whom I wish to spend the rest of my days. That is something so far and above what seemed possible in those first hesitant days six years ago it seems difficult to believe at times. Yet it happened and every day I wake up next to my Angel I can only feel grateful beyond belief for whatever made me put fingers to keyboard so long ago.
Okay, you can all wake up now, coffee's on the table to your right...