Oh man, I'm far too sensitive too even contemplate it. Maybe a few years down the line (I'm only 19) I'll meet a wonderful woman who's open and cool and honest and smokes pot and likes good music and is unaffected by social stigma, and I'll tell her, and we'll become soulmates and move to central France and have kids and she'll let me tickle her all night long... but I doubt it. The truth is with me If I act like myself too much, I end up with no friends, so I try to appear normal. I'm just far too sensitive to be lonely, so my friends are generally (But not entirely) a bunch of shallow assholes, who would crucify me if they found out. As far as telling girlfriends, most of my girlfriends are the same. It would be like trying to win the lottery without buying a ticket. I'm basically the Dante Hicks type: instead of lifting up the potty lid, I'd rather shit my pants. I'll never be satisfied. And I gotta live with that.
So I guess I've told about 40,000 people, none of whom I have ever met and none of whom I will ever meet. Oh dear.
I think the idea of telling your family (aside from close siblings, perhaps) your sexual habits is kind of strange, but if you're close to them then I could understand it. With mine, there's no reason to tell them. It's not a part of who I am because I never get to do much tickling any more and my sex life is about as active as a celibate stranded on a desert island's (?). I Don't want to be lewd, but it looks as though masturbation is about the only path in front of me.