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My First Fetish<br />
Or, How I Fought Mediocrity<br />
Audacia Ray<br />
I’ve spent the last few years as a professional appreciator<br />
of sexual perversion: first as a researcher and curator at the<br />
then-nascent Museum of Sex, then as a marketing researcher<br />
for a smut company. It’s been an interesting journey because<br />
research on sex is something that I’m capable of being overly<br />
intense and academically serious about, but it is also a topic<br />
that—ahem—arouses my prurient interest. I pride myself on<br />
being able to talk nerdy about dirty things.<br />
In both of these jobs, I met people of all sexual stripes. I interviewed<br />
many of them about their perversions and lifestyles,<br />
and I borrowed heaps of well-loved pornography from all kinds<br />
of people, for research purposes, of course. In the course of<br />
these adventures, I often was asked questions that would<br />
qualify as sexual harassment in any other work environment,<br />
or at the very least an invasion of privacy. “Do you prefer<br />
girls or boys?” “How big are your tits, anyway?” “Have you<br />
ever been gangbanged?” However, of all the personal questions<br />
thrown my way, the most challenging has always been:<br />
“What’s your fetish?”<br />
I’ve never had an answer to this question that<br />
satisfies the inquirer. Quite simply, the reason<br />
is that I don’t have one special item or act that<br />
I fixate on and get pleasure from. In the world<br />
of radical sex, this seems to indicate to people that there is<br />
something lacking in me, that I’m somehow unenlightened<br />
and unfulfilled because of this shortcoming. Either that or I’ve<br />
landed in a world of sexual deviants where sexual one-upmanship<br />
is the name of the game. People with fetishes have<br />
Unique Perspective and have a Community and are Heroically<br />
Marginalized. I am none of these things; I’m just a girl who<br />
saw the opportunity to combine my love for research and museums<br />
with my love for sex. But after many withering looks<br />
upon the admission of my un-deviance, I decided that it was<br />
high time for me to look into getting myself a fetish.<br />
So I did what I always do before I actually act on anything: I<br />
researched. I wanted to find an edgy fetish, something daring<br />
and provocative that I could still be rather blasé about,<br />
because I’m so jaded and worldly.<br />
I discovered a few things in the R&D phase, which mostly<br />
consisted of looking at porn and reading the blogs and Live-<br />
Journals of various perverts. To be convincing, a fetish needs<br />
to fall into at least one of three categories:<br />
1.Many fetishes are largely irrelevant to one’s daily life (well,<br />
you know, except as a jerk-off fantasy). Balloon fetishism<br />
is a perfect example of irrelevance. There is a community<br />
of people (usually men) who like to see girls with balloons.<br />
Not nekkid girls getting wild with each other while balloons<br />
float by, but usually clothed girls dancing with balloons, sitting<br />
on them, and popping them.<br />
After many withering looks upon<br />
the admission of my un-deviance,<br />
I decided that it was high time for me<br />
to look into getting myself a fetish.<br />
2.Traditionally, a fetish is thought of as being somehow taboo,<br />
though there are varying degrees of this. There is no better<br />
or more extreme example of a taboo fixation than the<br />
fetish for shit play—watching people shit, eating shit, and<br />
masturbating with shit. This is so taboo that it kindles the<br />
kind of revulsion that you, dear reader, are probably feeling<br />
right now.<br />
3.Since fetishists are often closeted and secretive about their<br />
fixations, they sometimes incorporate fetishes into their<br />
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