Damn, OP, that's thought provoking.....
Okay, here's my little contribution.
I have a lot of empathy with gay people I've heard say "I knew when I was a little boy that I was gay. I just felt different."
As a little child, waaaaay before puberty checked in at the desk, I had a fascination with female feet. I had no more exposure to them than anyone else, I was not in anyway put in front of them or spent more time around them than any other child. It was just there. Part of me. Inflicted on me by the way my DNA split and coiled – that is my instinct.
Now, I am everything and more that you talk about in your first post. On top of that I am also someone who has been bullied and kicked around, both physically and metaphorically, all my life. I attract bullies and assholes the way a pat of cowshit attracts flies. I have come to the conclusion that this will always be so.
I got online in 1999 when I was twenty one, and having to my great relief learned that there was such a thing as a “foot fetish” from a late night TV programme when I was about seventeen, it was the first thing I searched for on Yahoo, virtually the minute I got connected.
The first thing I ran into was Realtickling’s website, through their sister portal femfeet.com (a URL now owned by another company). I was kind of interested right from the word go, and bought a couple of VHS tapes, one of which was RT’s “Without Consent”, a particularly evil outing for Priscilla James, even by her legendary standards.
And thus was I hooked forever. Out of the trunk of my attraction to the female foot came a huge love for tickling. And the way I developed as a tickler rather mimics the way a guy I spoke to in the TMF chat room did.
He told me that he was a senior businessman who was in charge of lots of people and made million dollar decisions most weeks. In life, he was a very important (compared to me anyway) and powerful person. Conversely, in his foot and tickling fetish he was submissive as you could get.
Now me, the bullied socially inept fuckwit that I am, developed into a complete bastard of a top. Quite literally I am as sadistic, evil and torturous as it’s possible for a tickler to be. (I say nothing about skill though. Lol.)
So there was something there to start with. The seed was sown by nature. But my tickling and sexual personality is very much the product of my upbringing and I think this is quite probably the case in lots of lives, if not most.
