LittleLaugher
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Hello, and thanks for your attention. As the username suggests, I'm Paige, and as the title of this thread suggests, I'm a fan of alliteration. 🙂
Past
I don't remember how old I was when I first saw it, but I couldn't have been more than 5 or 6. I would always plop myself down on the floor in front of the television and watch cartoons. Bugs Bunny, Roadrunner, all of them were great. My favorite, though, was Popeye, though I'm not sure why. Maybe it was because I always thought Popeye had a speech impediment.
So I'm watching Popeye, and suddenly, something appeared that changed my life. They're on a ghost ship, and Olive Oyl (what a ridiculous name, by the way) is locked in stocks and has her soles 'lickled' by ghost kittens. I vividly remember watching with mouth agape, then immediately looking around to make sure no one saw me. Even then, I knew that being fascinated with tickling wasn't "normal."
I continued my secret fascination with tickling well into my teenage years. I fell into the category that most people do here, which is thinking that I was the only person on the planet who felt this way, and it was self-preservation to keep my interest to myself.
When I headed off to college (all 1 semester of it), I had myself a fancy computer, and on a whim one night, I typed "tickling" into a search engine. Again, I am not alone in this, but it felt like the entire world knocked on my door and threw itself into my lap.
I spent the entire night exploring, half in tears of joy and acceptance, and half in rabid excitement. I had found my niche, as it were, and I couldn't wait to dive in feet first.
Present
Well, that was back in 2006, and as evidenced by the passage of time, I didn't exactly dive in like I planned. Rather than dive into what would certainly become either a volatile rant or a pathetic sob story, let's skip ahead a bit.
I'm 24 years old, and I currently live in a small Podunk town in the middle of nowhere. Long story short, I moved out here to be with the man I loved, only to find out things in the "real world" don't always work out the way they do in the movies. Hopefully, I'll be able to move home soon, and can re-enter modern society. This town gives me the creeps.
I've often been described as "elfish" in appearance, though I tend to lash out at those people who do so. My ears are not pointy, nor do I enjoy making toys for children. I will admit to being tiny [5'2" if I try really hard, and when I wear my baggy clothes I can hit 110 pounds], and I recently cut off most of my hair rather than have to fuss with it. Yet I reiterate, my ears are not pointy. So there.
I'm still a fan of being tickled; the idea of strict bondage and prolonged tickling with multiple implements still keeps me up at night. If I had to classify myself (and it seems you always do), I would describe myself as a "foot" person who also happens to have a very ticklish upper-body.
It's not a terrible struggle to get a reaction out of me, though as people who have tickled me without my consent have found, even someone who is 5'2" can kick ass when necessary.
Potential
What does the future hold for me? No f*@^ing idea. 2011 was not my year, though it was slightly better than 2010, so I'm cautiously optimistic.
Right now, I'm happy exploring this forum and the tickle world it encompasses. If our paths cross on my journey, I'd be happy to get to know you. As this incredibly long-winded post has shown, I can use all the social interaction I can get!
-Paige
Past
I don't remember how old I was when I first saw it, but I couldn't have been more than 5 or 6. I would always plop myself down on the floor in front of the television and watch cartoons. Bugs Bunny, Roadrunner, all of them were great. My favorite, though, was Popeye, though I'm not sure why. Maybe it was because I always thought Popeye had a speech impediment.
So I'm watching Popeye, and suddenly, something appeared that changed my life. They're on a ghost ship, and Olive Oyl (what a ridiculous name, by the way) is locked in stocks and has her soles 'lickled' by ghost kittens. I vividly remember watching with mouth agape, then immediately looking around to make sure no one saw me. Even then, I knew that being fascinated with tickling wasn't "normal."
I continued my secret fascination with tickling well into my teenage years. I fell into the category that most people do here, which is thinking that I was the only person on the planet who felt this way, and it was self-preservation to keep my interest to myself.
When I headed off to college (all 1 semester of it), I had myself a fancy computer, and on a whim one night, I typed "tickling" into a search engine. Again, I am not alone in this, but it felt like the entire world knocked on my door and threw itself into my lap.
I spent the entire night exploring, half in tears of joy and acceptance, and half in rabid excitement. I had found my niche, as it were, and I couldn't wait to dive in feet first.
Present
Well, that was back in 2006, and as evidenced by the passage of time, I didn't exactly dive in like I planned. Rather than dive into what would certainly become either a volatile rant or a pathetic sob story, let's skip ahead a bit.
I'm 24 years old, and I currently live in a small Podunk town in the middle of nowhere. Long story short, I moved out here to be with the man I loved, only to find out things in the "real world" don't always work out the way they do in the movies. Hopefully, I'll be able to move home soon, and can re-enter modern society. This town gives me the creeps.
I've often been described as "elfish" in appearance, though I tend to lash out at those people who do so. My ears are not pointy, nor do I enjoy making toys for children. I will admit to being tiny [5'2" if I try really hard, and when I wear my baggy clothes I can hit 110 pounds], and I recently cut off most of my hair rather than have to fuss with it. Yet I reiterate, my ears are not pointy. So there.
I'm still a fan of being tickled; the idea of strict bondage and prolonged tickling with multiple implements still keeps me up at night. If I had to classify myself (and it seems you always do), I would describe myself as a "foot" person who also happens to have a very ticklish upper-body.
It's not a terrible struggle to get a reaction out of me, though as people who have tickled me without my consent have found, even someone who is 5'2" can kick ass when necessary.
Potential
What does the future hold for me? No f*@^ing idea. 2011 was not my year, though it was slightly better than 2010, so I'm cautiously optimistic.
Right now, I'm happy exploring this forum and the tickle world it encompasses. If our paths cross on my journey, I'd be happy to get to know you. As this incredibly long-winded post has shown, I can use all the social interaction I can get!
-Paige
