Aug 26, 2005

Whatever Floats Your Boat

For those of you new to the site, welcome! Freaky Friday is the designated day for sex talk on my blog.

***IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER*** This is sexually explicit material and may not be suitable for younger members of our blogging audience.

Before we get started on today's topic I have to tell you. I'm VERY upset although I knew it was just a matter of time. At work they put up a firewall to Blogspot!!! Not only am I banned from putting a few finishing touches on a post on my break or lunch hour...I can't even read other people's blogs! Ohhhhh the humanity! All day long today I would reach for my mouse to suddenly realize, alas, I'd been cut off from the rest of blogworld. And our new CEO said he would make it a fun place to work. What a LIAR! So far, all we've gotten is a crappy ice machine...big deal. I'd trade a boatload of ice for blogspot access.

Anyway, ahem, where was I. Oh, yes...

First of all, the dictionary says a fetish is something, for example, an inanimate object or nonsexual part of the body that arouses sexual excitement in some people.

Sidebar: Did you know you can take almost any term, add ophilia to the end of it, and voila! You have a fetish.

Now, I've known what a fetish is for a long time but my knowledge has been greatly increased because of exposure to some VERY educational sites on the Internet. I think you know what I'm talking about. They usually flash bright 4-letter words and naked pics, make your screen percolate with porn pop-ups and cause you to grab for your mouse, clicking the little X in the corner of the window wildly, and cover your screen with both hands at the same time.

Anyway, I knew there were fetishes...I just had NO idea there were actual clubs you could join so you can hang out with the other people who like, oh, I don't know, rubber pants. And I'm guessing the Internet has made finding people who like to pee on each other ohhhhhhh so much easier! (Maybe the rubber pants and "water sport" people should get together.)

Now then, why do you suppose one person likes to parade in front of a window naked and another one likes to play with feet while someone else wants to be led around by a dog collar and drink out of a dish on the floor? Some conclude that it has to do with an event, from ordinary to horrific that happened at a particularly sensitive time during childhood. Maybe their mother was especially tender when they were wearing rubber pants. Maybe their dog got better treatment than they did.

While there are some fetishes which are manageable and can be contained in the privacy of your own bedroom, there are others that must include unwilling participants, for example, someone who's turned on by making dirty phone calls. (What did these people do before Alexander Bell? Were there titillating telegrams? Lascivious letters? Naughty town criers?) Relations with a convicted criminal poses several problems unless you live with one. Then of course there's having sex with someone who's asleep...or dead...the list continues to degrade into some double-digit numeral level of hell which I will not go into.

WHAT'S YOUR FETISH? (not that there's anything wrong with that)
Maybe everyone has their own little secret fetish, some weird thing that turns you on above all others and sends you searching online for your special group to belong to. I don't know. Sometimes I feel inadequate writing about things I'm not all that familiar with. In this case I'll be the first one to admit, I'm no expert. I'm merely a wannabe satirist. I don't even have any fetishes...that I know of...unless you count Krispy Kreme donuts. No, I don't think that qualifies. I only use them in the manner for which they were intended. And while they do make me momentarily happy...they don't make know....


Hale McKay said...

Blogophilia - a fetish wherein a person gets off reading Freaky Fridays "Sex Talk."

Perhaps your fetish is writing about anything sex and knowing that people you don't know will read it.
Deja Voyeurism - strange sensation that you know you have watched those two people and that goat before.
(Did you get your gifts from my post "The Gift of Giving?"

Karyn Lyndon said...

Blogophilia...what a great name for a blog! Wonder if it's taken?

And thanks for the "gifts". I'll take your request for more boob posts under consideration. Hey, I have an idea! Why don't I have a Freaky Friday guest author and you write one from the man's point of view. Of course I would retain editorial content review rights...I have my

Bill said...

Fetishes... There are a bundle of them out there... I have never understood the obsessions with shoes, or sneakers, or dressing in women's clothes for that matter... but hey, if it involves consenting adults.. it's Ok with me I guess.

Me, now I'm obsessed with that truck in my garage.. oh wait.. not *that* way...

schnoodlepooh said...

Karyn, I have no fetish that I know of, and I have no witty comments. I totally sympathize with you on loss of your blog power at work. That sucks the big one. We have an ice machine too. It's great when you want ice, but I can still check the blogs at work! Although just recently, I was kicked out of my office and assigned to a teensy tiny little cubicle where now anyone can sneak up behind me and see what's on my computer screen. That sucks the big one too!

Nankin said...

Karen, what do you mean all we got was an ice machine? We didn't get one in B1. Besides, we get to call everybody "Mike".

I once knew a guy who got excited (I almost said got off, but that's not politically correct) when given an ennema leaning over the side of the bathtub. And he seemed so normal with his clothes on.

Karyn Lyndon said... exactly did you know this guy? Were you wearing a nurses uniform at the time?pfp