Can You Identify?

[mustang]

I think that we can all agree to the fact that forums like TMF have helped us to come out, to feel more normal about our situation, and to share our novel interests with like-minded people. This post is about the difficulties that we all shared in one way or another coming to this point. My foot tickling fetish goes back as far as my memory. The first indication that all was not well came in kindergarten. I would tickle the feet of the girls whenever I could. The lady that ran the school was driving several of us home one day and I was talking about how much I liked girls' feet. The lady said, 'Why do you like feet? They are just something that you walk on'. This was the first time that I realized that I was all alone in my fascination with feet. The next trauma came soon after. My older brother asked me what I liked about an older girl that I had a crush on. I said that I liked her feet and that I wanted to tickle them. My mother was in the next room and heard this and she and my brother roared with laughter. That humiliation put me in the closet where I remained for many, many years. As I grew older, I would quiz the guys that I knew as to what made their dicks hard. No one ever said anything about feet, and I grew to realize that I was in trouble. By the time I reached puberty and my friends were having sex, my anxieties grew stronger. How could I have sex when my whole erotic nature centered around female feet and tickling them? In a futile effort to remedy this situation, I would masturbate and attempt to fantasize about having sex with girls rather than about tickling their feet. Of course this got me no where. Fortunately for me though, I am completely heterosexual so making out with a girl, etc. gave me a boner so that I could have intercourse. As you all know, this is not completely satisfying when your erotic nature is centered on feet and tickling them. However, this gave me the cloak of normalcy. In spite of my fetish I could screw...hallelujah! From there, I finally discovered at the age of 27 two other guys who had a foot fetish and this gave me tremendous relief. Remember the first time that you realized that you were not alone? I very gradually was able to come out of the closet, but only with girlfriends. Needless to say, all my girlfriends had to be OK with my fetish or there was no relationship. I feel sure that everyone has their own similar story of traumas related to our situation and how you adapted. I would like to hear how some of you have dealt with this through your own lives.

 

[Phineas]

I very gradually was able to come out of the closet, but only with girlfriends. Needless to say, all my girlfriends had to be OK with my fetish or there was no relationship.

Good for you... and honestly, this is how it should be. Why some people here insist on "coming out" to their family, friends, coworkers, the network news, some dude on the streetcorner, the local constabulary, and the public library I have no idea.

Seriously, no one but your significant other needs (or, honestly, wants) to know what gets you off in the bedroom.

Still, I do see where you're coming from. When I first discovered teh Internets, I was a teenager. I made some pen pals who sent me pictures of their feet, which I kept by my computer. My mother was the kind of pissy, sarcastic person who got told by Puritans to lighten up. One day, in the middle of an argument about something stupid (like, chores. I dunno), completely out of the blue, she snaps "you may have a foot thing, but I don't!"

What. the. fuck, mom.

 

[texastickler]

Great thread and I agree. This is a great place to be around like minded individuals. I would not tell my family anything this personal. I never asked my parents what turned them on so I would not share it with them.

 

[Dax]

Yeah, I'm not out to anyone that I wouldn't tickle.

 

[proud2tickle]

good topic i agree... making out getting me arroused was a life savor too

 

[Sandisk444]

i have a tickling and nevel fetish but i can still get sexually "stimulated" by regular sex. Maybe not everyone is like that i guess. I'm still pretty much in the closet about it, the only people who know are those with the fetish as well, not really ashamed about it though

 

[heroforhalos]

I identify with this completely.
The only time I've ever breathed a word about my fetish was to my current significant other. We'd been going out for almost six months, and when I told him I was stuttering and full of embarrassment and trepidation...

We were in the middle of sex and I was on top, he was inside me, and I'd been planning and trying to tell him everything for a while now. Maybe it was a bad idea to decide to tell him right then, but once I started I had to get it out. Literally, I had to. Once I said I wanted to tell him something, he wanted to know what it was. He talked me through all of the nevermind's until I stammered out, "there's something that I'm really into... that... oh god... um... "
And from there he had another question, "something you like to do or you want me to do to you?" He seemed calm enough, though not passive; he genuinely wanted to know-- for me.

He had to talk me through another few minutes of meaningless mumbles and stammers and stutters and even more nevermind's insisting "what is it? tell me."
until I finally leaned close and whispered with a shaking voice
"...Tickling."

I was terrified he would be disgusted,
But he was completely fine with it.
His response was a mischievous "Oh, really...?" as he began to spider his fingertips up and down my sides and holy shit, the experience is still so charged for me.

(I guess) he loves me enough that he's willing to tickle the hell out of me if it gets me off. After my first magical un-imagined experience, he said not only that there was nothing weird about my fetish, but that it made complete sense, it was even cute. His only worry at the time was that he wasn't a good tickler. (crazy, huh?)

He still is surprised that he's the only person I've ever told about my fetish, and honestly, he's the only lover or living being I've ever felt close enough to share the information with them. When I was a kid it was the shameful secret... I was lucky enough that I could still get off from more conventional means, so I kept the fantasies locked up inside my head up until this point.
But right now he's the only person in my immediate life that need know.

Things have never felt better.

 

[mustang]

There is nothing like the relief you experience when you finally come out.