I count myself lucky. But then it’s a luck that comes with many hours of practice, and you know what, as they say, every master was once a disaster. I’m lucky because in fetisexual terms I am more or less out of the closet, the closet full of latex and mad toys.
So most of my friends know what I get up to, even if they don’t know the specifics. For I certainly don’t put that or those in their faces, but I always game them a bit, turning it around if they start using lame jokes. Humour that they use as a shield that in my opinion keeps them ignorant, and thus apart from having the time of their lives. I keep a pseudonym simply out of etiquette, and it’s kind of like being Batman.
I am also lucky because I realised early on that life isn’t a rehearsal, and I’d rather spend time chasing dreams than being comfortable and ignorant. But getting what you dream of still takes hours of practice. Moreover it takes courage to answer your very own Fetish Question and the ability to say ‘This is who I am, take it or leave it’. [Read more...]
