I’m not a foot fetishist. Maybe I am. I don’t think so, but this is the first time I’m looking into this curiosity of mine.
When I was in high school, I saw a toe ring on a toe for the first time. Disgust comes to mind, but that sounds harsh. I hate toe rings on toes. They’re gross. I’ve got this thing about feet. In fact, only in recent years have I started accepting nail polish on toes. Fingernails are an entirely different site because I’ve got some kind of neurosis about those too. Just a little before that breakthrough, I got over my fear of sandals.
Feet don’t turn me on. That’s why I don’t think I’m a foot fetishist. I like to look at them. I don’t want to touch them and I usually don’t want them touching me.
While pretty toes are a plus, I don’t exactly have an Eddie Murphy-in-Boomerang reaction to ugly ones.
I think there’s a little of that in everybody.
I told someone this a few years ago. He said I was a fetishist. But, when I think of a fetish, I think of attraction. It’s just a label and doesn’t matter, like following a vegan diet but not being a vegan. Anyway, I cool with being excluded from the toe sucker club.
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