FoolHunter
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I always liked feet. I didn’t understand why it was only women when at first. Remember thinking I would have to stop because it was probably that sexism thing adults talked about (I think I was in 4th grade). I would later realize “I’m a dude, dudes are supposed to like girls, I guess. Maybe this more in line with that.”
I did not fully internalize how right I actually was at the time.
Eventually, I started google image searching stuff like “barefoot supetheroines” or “barefoot cosplay.” Got a lot of more “vanilla” foot stuff like Scott Blair and Scamwich at first. Seeing artists dedicate entire pieces to showing feet made me feel so much more than I was asked for, made me feel less alone. (also I was a stupid kid who thought Blair was doing official variant cover art.) I still had the feeling that this wasn’t something I wanted other people to know about, but now I knew I was something I was allowed to want.
Then I saw this image: https://www.deviantart.com/bad-pierrot/art/Bats-beats-Supergirl-332085250
I already did get a strange satisfaction from seeing women defeated/bound/punished/etc, but up until that point, I never made the connection. Being tickled was something I hated. Now it was something I could do to women, to their feet. And that’s how I got here (and some other fetishes).
As for how I learned what a fetish was. When I finally googled “superheroine feet tickle” as opposed to “superheroine barefoot tickle,” I got results to sites with “porn” in the title. I knew what that meant by then. Up until that point, I thought I was still effectively sexless. I had other baggage alienating me from my peers, wrote off sexuality as a “normal” people thing (despite “I’m a dude, dudes are supposed to like girls” being my justification for liking feet). That was when I truly knew I was straight. Not that I was not gay, not that I was not as atypical as I could’ve been, but rather that I had the heterosexual desires every other hetero guy has. Feet just played a bigger priority than... true vanilla sex. It was both isolating (it went from a irrationally embarrassing joy to something sexually explicit and niche) and sobering (I wasn’t an alien from outer space. There was a reason no one talked about this outside the internet. This has a concrete place in the world).
All of this before I entered Highschool.
(For those internet users*, Yes, I was way too young to be looking at the stuff I was actively seeking out. No, I never communicated with fetish accounts/discussions until this year with this account. As for writing, I’m out of Highschool at age 19.)
*I’m probably just paranoid. This is literally a tickle fetish forum. But better safe than sorry. Zachtickles is still fresh on the mind.
I did not fully internalize how right I actually was at the time.
Eventually, I started google image searching stuff like “barefoot supetheroines” or “barefoot cosplay.” Got a lot of more “vanilla” foot stuff like Scott Blair and Scamwich at first. Seeing artists dedicate entire pieces to showing feet made me feel so much more than I was asked for, made me feel less alone. (also I was a stupid kid who thought Blair was doing official variant cover art.) I still had the feeling that this wasn’t something I wanted other people to know about, but now I knew I was something I was allowed to want.
Then I saw this image: https://www.deviantart.com/bad-pierrot/art/Bats-beats-Supergirl-332085250
I already did get a strange satisfaction from seeing women defeated/bound/punished/etc, but up until that point, I never made the connection. Being tickled was something I hated. Now it was something I could do to women, to their feet. And that’s how I got here (and some other fetishes).
As for how I learned what a fetish was. When I finally googled “superheroine feet tickle” as opposed to “superheroine barefoot tickle,” I got results to sites with “porn” in the title. I knew what that meant by then. Up until that point, I thought I was still effectively sexless. I had other baggage alienating me from my peers, wrote off sexuality as a “normal” people thing (despite “I’m a dude, dudes are supposed to like girls” being my justification for liking feet). That was when I truly knew I was straight. Not that I was not gay, not that I was not as atypical as I could’ve been, but rather that I had the heterosexual desires every other hetero guy has. Feet just played a bigger priority than... true vanilla sex. It was both isolating (it went from a irrationally embarrassing joy to something sexually explicit and niche) and sobering (I wasn’t an alien from outer space. There was a reason no one talked about this outside the internet. This has a concrete place in the world).
All of this before I entered Highschool.
(For those internet users*, Yes, I was way too young to be looking at the stuff I was actively seeking out. No, I never communicated with fetish accounts/discussions until this year with this account. As for writing, I’m out of Highschool at age 19.)
*I’m probably just paranoid. This is literally a tickle fetish forum. But better safe than sorry. Zachtickles is still fresh on the mind.
