I think the notion that one person has to be the end-all, be-all of your universe puts an awful lot of pressure on a relationship. How many people on this forum have been frustrated and unhappy because their partner was perfect for them in every way except, say, tickling? Isn't it dumb to think you should walk away from the person you want to spend every day with, raise your children with, grow old with... just because they don't fulfill your fetish needs? Isn't is also dumb to think you should just forever forgo that part of who you are, when it could be possible to satisfy those desires without hurting your primary relationship?
Well... ya see...
What I wrote was what would be the kind of relationship I would feel comfortable in should I find myself in one.
I rely on no one else but myself for my happiness. I put that burden on no one. The years I have traveled around this old sun of ours has taught me that I alone am responsible for keeping myself happy and healthy. When I relied on someone else to keep me happy it was a failure, however when I took that job on myself I was quite good at it. I don't want anyone to think that it is their responsibility to see to it that all my needs are met because that would be an impossibility. It would also require a hell of a lot of patience and psychic abilities.
I am the only center of my universe. I am the only one responsible for everything that happens to me. I am the one who makes my choices and my mistakes and I am the only one who sees to it that my life is the best that it can be. I am the one who must like me and love me, only then am I of any use to others or are others any use to me.
As far as my fetishes go, they are mine, I am not theirs. They do not rule me nor are they even in the top twenty on my list of necessities that I require to get through life. To me fetishes are like chocolate, if I can get it and eat it that is great, but if I found that I needed to get on a diet I certainly would miss it but I could live without it.
I lived most of my life without some of my fetishes being fulfilled and certainly could have gone the rest of the way. But I do cherish the memories I have of those that have been filled for at least I got to experience them, even if it was only once.
For example... I LIKE being tickled... I do not NEED to be tickled. For another example... I LIKE sex... I do not NEED sex (and even if I did I can take care of that myself).
So... I may be dumb... I may be stupid... I may be an idiot... I may have times when the stress of bills, surgeries, and the weight of friends illnesses and family emergencies push my face down into the mud... but I do know that if the only thing standing between me and the contentment of being in a relationship where everything is great except that I am not being tickled... the tickling has got to go.

Would you say my relationships weren't "truely meaningful" because there are three of us instead of two?
. Meanwhile, it seems to me that with family and friends, love is like an endless ocean and we never run out of it, there's enough for everyone. But somehow romantic love is the *one* type of love that's like a pie, and giving more than one person a slice makes all the other slices smaller and inadequate. That just doesn't make sense for me personally, though I respect that others can't share any pie without someone going hungry 







