Decided to start a post on something that's been bugging me for awhile, and that I've never been able to share..
When I first recognized this fetish, I was pretty young. Man, I probably don't remember the age really. I just knew that tickling did things to me it did to nobody else. I looked everywhere I could for sources of it, was ecstatic to see it on TV or cartoons.
I do know that being tickled was akin to torture for me after I was first tickled at school. I couldn't bear it. Couldn't stand the weakness, the vulnerability. I felt in fact, as I grew older quite sick to my stomach that tickling was a turn on to me.
Tickling to me meant inflicting a sort of torture to someone, despite the playful intentions that lead up to it, I felt the urge to inflict that which was inflicted on me, it took an amazing amount of self control not to let that go. Not to guide my hand and go overboard.
I beat myself mentally so much that whenever I saw someone being tickled, friendly... or not, I would leave the room or area. I would just distance myself from it. I couldn't understand my feelings or intentions. I've seen some excessive tickling done to people in middle school and I never intervened.
To get off on torture, humiliation, control and dominance with no consensual agreement. Akin to making another, a woman, hell even a man a freakin' object... how the hell could I be turned on by that and still look at myself in the mirror? The analytical side of me is telling me it's wrong but everything else pointed to it being right...
I curse myself this day for not having the courage to stop it. I hated myself, for feeling excited at something I knew was so dark. For the longest time I think I felt just plain dirty for having these feelings. I know, I wasn't hurting anyone, but in my mind I got off on the absolute manipulation of others.
I didn't see a healthy alternative, I didn't see that in the world people managed to share those desires in a healthy, controlled manner. I honestly thought I was insane, and alone.
I didn't recognize it as a fetish until I was much older, but seeing others similar to me was an elation. I truly felt an outlet seeing others out there that could love tickling so openly. There was no darkness among them, no true feeling of malicious intent.
Suddenly, I didn't feel that this fetish was so dirty and malicious... I could somehow mold it into something more practical, sensual and adult. I matured thanks to this place...
It was only till recently, with the love of my wife, and from the people I've met here that I felt open enough to sort of come out with this. I think a recent thread kind of made me aware of something I buried awhile ago myself.
Recently, I've become more of a switch than a tickler. Somehow it seems that I managed to acknowledge my love of tickling stems from the sensations it brings, the mental struggle and the freedom of letting go. I've always wanted to be in that position of power, but I realize it all stemmed from that desire to be able to let go myself.
Male lees, for years even on the TMF weren't exactly the most popular lot. Being a lee had a stigma of weakness alot of guys never wanted to admit to. I remember the first few years of the TMF that F/M and M/M in particularly would be hit by SO many flames it was disturbing.
Being a male lee was something hard for me to accept, so I masked it by an exclusive love of tickling others. Anytime I was tickled I shied away or just did my best not to seem ticklish, and felt such disappointment when they would stop... it took awhile, even years from now for me to truly feel comfortable with allowing myself to just be open with me, and let go of the inhibitions that tickling seemed to just choke me with. YEARS after being on the TMF and I still couldn't just let go, lol, I feel so silly now.
Being in Iraq gives me a LOT of time to think, and going home for r&r helped me in saying FU to alot of my demons. I couldn't have done it without the love of my life, or you, the TMF.
I know most of this doesn't concern any of you, and I'm usually not one to put the spotlight on myself. Hell I rarely make threads. Just felt the need to just spit it out, lol kinda nervous just doing that right now with no alcohol nearby...🙂
Anyways, thanks for listening...sorry bout all this. ^^
When I first recognized this fetish, I was pretty young. Man, I probably don't remember the age really. I just knew that tickling did things to me it did to nobody else. I looked everywhere I could for sources of it, was ecstatic to see it on TV or cartoons.
I do know that being tickled was akin to torture for me after I was first tickled at school. I couldn't bear it. Couldn't stand the weakness, the vulnerability. I felt in fact, as I grew older quite sick to my stomach that tickling was a turn on to me.
Tickling to me meant inflicting a sort of torture to someone, despite the playful intentions that lead up to it, I felt the urge to inflict that which was inflicted on me, it took an amazing amount of self control not to let that go. Not to guide my hand and go overboard.
I beat myself mentally so much that whenever I saw someone being tickled, friendly... or not, I would leave the room or area. I would just distance myself from it. I couldn't understand my feelings or intentions. I've seen some excessive tickling done to people in middle school and I never intervened.
To get off on torture, humiliation, control and dominance with no consensual agreement. Akin to making another, a woman, hell even a man a freakin' object... how the hell could I be turned on by that and still look at myself in the mirror? The analytical side of me is telling me it's wrong but everything else pointed to it being right...
I curse myself this day for not having the courage to stop it. I hated myself, for feeling excited at something I knew was so dark. For the longest time I think I felt just plain dirty for having these feelings. I know, I wasn't hurting anyone, but in my mind I got off on the absolute manipulation of others.
I didn't see a healthy alternative, I didn't see that in the world people managed to share those desires in a healthy, controlled manner. I honestly thought I was insane, and alone.
I didn't recognize it as a fetish until I was much older, but seeing others similar to me was an elation. I truly felt an outlet seeing others out there that could love tickling so openly. There was no darkness among them, no true feeling of malicious intent.
Suddenly, I didn't feel that this fetish was so dirty and malicious... I could somehow mold it into something more practical, sensual and adult. I matured thanks to this place...
It was only till recently, with the love of my wife, and from the people I've met here that I felt open enough to sort of come out with this. I think a recent thread kind of made me aware of something I buried awhile ago myself.
Recently, I've become more of a switch than a tickler. Somehow it seems that I managed to acknowledge my love of tickling stems from the sensations it brings, the mental struggle and the freedom of letting go. I've always wanted to be in that position of power, but I realize it all stemmed from that desire to be able to let go myself.
Male lees, for years even on the TMF weren't exactly the most popular lot. Being a lee had a stigma of weakness alot of guys never wanted to admit to. I remember the first few years of the TMF that F/M and M/M in particularly would be hit by SO many flames it was disturbing.
Being a male lee was something hard for me to accept, so I masked it by an exclusive love of tickling others. Anytime I was tickled I shied away or just did my best not to seem ticklish, and felt such disappointment when they would stop... it took awhile, even years from now for me to truly feel comfortable with allowing myself to just be open with me, and let go of the inhibitions that tickling seemed to just choke me with. YEARS after being on the TMF and I still couldn't just let go, lol, I feel so silly now.
Being in Iraq gives me a LOT of time to think, and going home for r&r helped me in saying FU to alot of my demons. I couldn't have done it without the love of my life, or you, the TMF.
I know most of this doesn't concern any of you, and I'm usually not one to put the spotlight on myself. Hell I rarely make threads. Just felt the need to just spit it out, lol kinda nervous just doing that right now with no alcohol nearby...🙂
Anyways, thanks for listening...sorry bout all this. ^^
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