Honestly, I could give up tickling if I thought I had to. Yeah, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t a big turn on. But if I got into a relationship with a woman and she was “the one” aside from the fact that she wants nothing to do with tickling, I actually think I could live with that.
Feet on the other hand, that would be more of a make-or-break. I’m more of a foot person. Feet just occupy the space “normies” think butts, breasts or whatever should occupy. The reason I got into tickling is because that’s kinda where all the */f feet content is. (Which, I don’t need that sense of power, not unlike me and tickling. What I WOULD hate the sense of being dominated, that I’m not into.)
TLDR: the tickle thing was something I learned to like because of my two other fetishes, one of which is possibly linked to some deep insecurity that has haunted me all my life. But liking feet is less degenerate than liking the part that literally produces shit. Once you get past the fact feet don’t have any part to play in the reproductive process, it’s actually pretty vanilla (by itself). Let me at least have that. I’d trade the other two for a happy relationship, that’s all I ask.