"I prefer real life, but........?"
Art adds an extra dimension to life,.... entertaining and illuminating. And a whole 'nother experience for the artist, to be sure. Most serious human experience demands some sort of complementary companion reflection or introspection,........ savoring, you might say. Re-imagining. Posing the "what if?" creative inquiry. And art can do that. However it makes a poor facsimile or vicarious experience,..... you can't fool your internal wiring. (Actually, I consider fetish stuff to be firmware.) It's supposed to add to the experience,... not replace it.
Granted,... it can serve as an outlet in times of deprivation,.... but life is about attaining,... not getting comfortable with deprivation. Get busy livin',.. or what?
The danged computer has made it so much easier to channel these things into this virtual reality sublimation factory of the emerging 21st century mind. All fetish notions aside, there are a few folks out there who actually date online. Cyber-methadone for a fetish hankerin' is only logical. But be careful,....... 'cause this is some good shit. Makes me glad I surfaced in the 60's. Not sure I could have stayed focused with all these seductive words and images so readily at hand.