Absolutely I hate my fetish. If I could, I'd wish it away in a matter of seconds, shoot it, burn it, behead it, salt the earth so it could never grow again.
Do I feel guilty? No, I haven't made any choices so I have nothing to feel guilty about. I don't think I'm sick either. My fantasies are, because they extend into some dark, sexual, "life sentence" style desires. But I can't be sick unless I act. Any kind of thought control, even guilting yourself over thoughts and fantasies, is stupid. Feel guilty or sick for what you do, not what you feel.
That said, returning to my earlier fetish hating statements, I hate my fetish because it's a fucking complication. Whenever I get involved with a girl it becomes an issue... should I tell her, when should I tell her, can I trust her... etc etc, not to mention sex in general is simply LESS enjoyable without catering to my fetish, which in the instance of the odd one-night stand, isn't an option.
So yeah, I'd prefer to be normal. Not because I have some kind of ideological reverence for the norm and the mainstream, but simply for the uncomplicated, easier life it would be.
Love who you are my foot. Some things about us would be better if they were different.
Realism.
Love it.
Bam.