Mr Grey gave BDSM its own blockbuster and wikifeet.com celebrates foot fetishes. Some fetishes may have gone mainstream but there are still plenty being shunned from the norm. Sexual fetishes are usually at the bottom of our list of conversation topics. Some of us are even afraid to tell our girlfriends, boyfriends, fuckbuddies and anyone in between the kinky things that turn us on. But I am here to inform you that the fetishes we carefully keep confidential are normal. The human spectrum of sexuality is actually very broad.
I’m not going to sit here and fill your brain with weak cliches. Heartbreak will hurt more than death. Food will taste like ash. Everything reminds you of them. Love songs suck but they are the only palatable thing to listen to.
I have always been an impulsive person. I don’t do much, but what I do, I do hard and fast. The first time I went to a party, I siphoned vodka off other people without giving away that I had drunk any at all. The first time I went clubbing, I smoked an entire pack of cigarettes until 5am then went to work at 8am. So, while I was a sexually anxious twenty-year old with barely any experience past kissing, I had always expected that once I started having sex, I’d really start.
I always trusted my father. Until the day he told me the movie Love and Other Drugs was just a dark yet beautiful drama involving a pharmaceutical rep and a Parkinson’s patient. He was wrong. Picture this, 14 year old me stuck between both parents as I watched a good 20 minutes of Anne Hathaway and Jake Gyllenhaal fully naked, fully having sex. Unlike my father’s lil blurb, this film was an erotic romantic drama riddled with heavily graphic scenes. It was a long two hours.