It's interesting to read Yaqi's comments alongside of Kujman's manifesto. It's doubly interesting because they have a couple of valid points underneath the narcissism and resentment.
I confess that certain segments of this Forum bore me to tears. I honestly find it very difficult to see the appeal of Cyber-Tickling in the Chatroom, yet there are some among us who seem to treat it as the only reason to go there. I don't give a wet fart about Britney Spears, SMG, JLH, J-Lo, Pamela Anderson or any of their tawdry ilk, and I certainly have no interest in interminable polls about the 23rd Step in tickling them; yet for some among us they seem to be the totality of the sexual universe. A lot of the written fantasies in the Stories section do not do even the least little bit for me, yet there seems to be no shortage of requests for sequels to them. I don't buy videos, and I have next to no interest in downloading clips, so it's rare that I even look at the AV section even as the clamor for the latest clips proceeds at full tilt. By and large, though, none of that bothers me very much, because I recognize that nobody else's sexual Root Command Structure will be identical to mine. I simply yawn, leave them to their preferences, and move along to the sections that do interest me, which is pretty much just this one and General Discussion.
However, there are days when I wonder why I'm here. It's usually after a bit of behavior by somebody taking one of the above mentioned activities to an unacceptable extreme. It's the lurkers in the Chatroom who PC you out of nowhere and expect anyone with even a vaguely feminine-sounding handle to comply with their desires. It's the people who insist upon requesting more stuff about tickling people to death on a semi-regular basis (Gott's little fish in trousers! Why don't you just shoot her in the head or slit her throat while you're tickling her, why don't you?) and act as if we're repressive fascists if we question the appropriateness of such fare. It's the Crotch-Potatoes who pester the video producers nonstop for more free clips, new free clips, longer free clips, faster-loading free clips, clearer and larger free clips, could Jeff send one of his models to my house to give me a free hand-job while I watch the free clips; then whine about how unsatisfying the free clips were. And, as with any light source, these instances will color their surroundings and make all the things I mentioned above seem downright banal and tiresome instead of merely uninteresting. Now, if I were a borderline sociopath with a narcissistic streak that made Michael Jackson look like St. Francis of Assisi, I might conclude that entire TMF was weighed down by these people, and I'd certainly question whether or not they had a life beyond their fetish.
This is what's so interesting about Yaqi and Kujman's Manifestos. They seem to be the ones most guilty of the crime of which they accuse the entire TMF: Not having a life beyond their fetish. Both have all but stated that Tickling (Capital T) is the center, be-all and end-all, of their existence; that all acts are to be judged solely on the basis of whether they advance or retard their personal vision of Tickling; and that their having made some tickling videos and tossed some scraps to the insatiable Crotch-Potatoes is a mark of moral superiority. They brag about being "Open" about their fetish while others hide in shame. Unfortunately for them, however, there's a big difference and a thick line between "Being open about one's sexuality" and "Being confrontational about one's sexuality." I admit that I enjoy tickling and feet if asked, but I don't make it the first piece of personal information with which I introduce myself. There's a line in Inherit the Wind that goes: "The Bible is a book. It is a good book, but it is not the only book." Well, tickling is a part of my life. It is a good part of my life, but it is not the only part of my life. Kujman and Yaqi, as well as the Crotch-Potatoes above, seem to think that Tickling is the most important criteria by which all decisions should be made, but it just doesn't trump all of their unsavory characteristics.
I'm sorry, but it's 1:15 AM, I'm falling asleep in front of the monitor, and T.G.I.Fridays' onion rings are causing me severe gastrointestinal distress. I can't really remember where I was going with this. I'll have to edit this tomorrow night.