I normally encourage full throttle to judge a relationship on the person and the rest of the relationship and not a fetish, however your situation seems more sensitive, she appears to have little regard for the way you are and how you feel, a little empathy on her part would help. This is a little bigger than just how things are with yous fetish's. The problem lies with how she treats you as a person. How are things besides her reactions to this? Does she treat everything she disagree's with you on like this? It's great that she can see where she's upset you and apologized. But has the way she's treated you ruined it or is there room to move on from this? Can you see yourself getting over what she's reacted like or will it haunt you thru out your time with her? All things to consider here.
Alright, listen: Maybe my...uh, *looks up*... our advice has seemed a little harsh. But don't take my/our word(s) for it; check this out:
Now this one is important, It was written for you and people like you.
http://www.avclub.com/content/node/56474
Too harsh? This link is actually right on the money....and hilarious, ...because it's true!
Thanks for introducing us to this guy, I love his articles!
Here it is!:
I'm a 20-year-old straight girl. For six months, I was dating a guy I thought was nice and normal. One way my boyfriend showed he cared, or so I thought, was by massaging my feet after work. (I wait tables to pay my tuition.) Then he confessed that he has a foot fetish. He wasn't rubbing my feet to be sweet or tender or considerate, but for his own selfish reasons. I dumped him. He was very upset and is still begging me to take him back.
We had been talking about marriage, but that's over now. I don't want to be with someone who has a fetish. How can I know if he wants me back or just my feet? I know a lot of freaks write to you, and I enjoy reading about freaks, but I don't want to date a freak. Where can I find a normal man?
Freaked Out Girl
I owe you an answer, FOG, considering the number of new assholes I've ripped you since your letter arrived in September. At speaking gigs around the country, I've held you up as a shining example of sexual selfishness. Your most recent asshole dates from my talk at Cornell two weeks ago, where I spoke to a few hundred students about politics, dungeons, butt-plugs, and you. (Sorry I couldn't make porn night, Risley, and thanks for everything, Lauren.)
On to your question: Where do you find a normal man? I have no fucking idea, as I've never met one. Kink and variance seem to be a natural, intrinsic aspect of male sexuality. And while most men, like your ex, fall on the mild end of the mild-to-wild continuum, if you can't handle the odd non-normal sexual interest, FOG, I urge you to stop dating men, get a vibrator, and pack it in.
But here's what I really want to say to you:
Those foot-rubs were fine—they were wonderful!—so long as you believed your boyfriend derived no pleasure from them. The moment you learned he enjoyed those foot-rubs, too—my goodness, they turned him on!—you were no longer capable of deriving any pleasure from them yourself.
You know what, FOG? You suck.
You are the worst kind of sex partner: judgmental, selfish, and cruel. Should your boyfriend have come clean about his foot fetish sooner? Sure, maybe a month or two earlier. But not because you had some right to know what a freak he was, FOG, but because it would have spared him from getting more emotionally invested in a freakishly petty, sexually immature dumbfuck.
I predict—no, I guarantee—that this is going to come back to haunt you. There is a Karmic Rule Of Kink (KROK), FOG, and it goes something like this: "Dump the honest foot fetishist, and you will marry the dishonest necrophiliac." Break up with a guy over his relatively tame fetish—and a foot fetish is about as tame as they get—and KROK will make sure your next boyfriend is some lying corpse-fucker who tells you only what you want to hear. ("Honestly, honey, I only like live girls!") Only after you've married the corpse-fucker and had a few kids—once extricating yourself from the marriage becomes a hugely complicated ordeal—will he ask you to lie in a tub of ice until you're good and cold.
And when you're lying in that tub of ice—and odds are you will, FOG, because you won't want to put your poor kids through a divorce—you'll remember that sweet, harmless foot fetishist whose heart you broke back in college, the man you could have married.
And your heart will break.
Dan Savage
Too harsh? This link is actually right on the money....and hilarious, ...because it's true!
Thanks for introducing us to this guy, I love his articles!
Here it is!:
I'm a 20-year-old straight girl. For six months, I was dating a guy I thought was nice and normal. One way my boyfriend showed he cared, or so I thought, was by massaging my feet after work. (I wait tables to pay my tuition.) Then he confessed that he has a foot fetish. He wasn't rubbing my feet to be sweet or tender or considerate, but for his own selfish reasons. I dumped him. He was very upset and is still begging me to take him back.
We had been talking about marriage, but that's over now. I don't want to be with someone who has a fetish. How can I know if he wants me back or just my feet? I know a lot of freaks write to you, and I enjoy reading about freaks, but I don't want to date a freak. Where can I find a normal man?
Freaked Out Girl
I owe you an answer, FOG, considering the number of new assholes I've ripped you since your letter arrived in September. At speaking gigs around the country, I've held you up as a shining example of sexual selfishness. Your most recent asshole dates from my talk at Cornell two weeks ago, where I spoke to a few hundred students about politics, dungeons, butt-plugs, and you. (Sorry I couldn't make porn night, Risley, and thanks for everything, Lauren.)
On to your question: Where do you find a normal man? I have no fucking idea, as I've never met one. Kink and variance seem to be a natural, intrinsic aspect of male sexuality. And while most men, like your ex, fall on the mild end of the mild-to-wild continuum, if you can't handle the odd non-normal sexual interest, FOG, I urge you to stop dating men, get a vibrator, and pack it in.
But here's what I really want to say to you:
Those foot-rubs were fine—they were wonderful!—so long as you believed your boyfriend derived no pleasure from them. The moment you learned he enjoyed those foot-rubs, too—my goodness, they turned him on!—you were no longer capable of deriving any pleasure from them yourself.
You know what, FOG? You suck.
You are the worst kind of sex partner: judgmental, selfish, and cruel. Should your boyfriend have come clean about his foot fetish sooner? Sure, maybe a month or two earlier. But not because you had some right to know what a freak he was, FOG, but because it would have spared him from getting more emotionally invested in a freakishly petty, sexually immature dumbfuck.
I predict—no, I guarantee—that this is going to come back to haunt you. There is a Karmic Rule Of Kink (KROK), FOG, and it goes something like this: "Dump the honest foot fetishist, and you will marry the dishonest necrophiliac." Break up with a guy over his relatively tame fetish—and a foot fetish is about as tame as they get—and KROK will make sure your next boyfriend is some lying corpse-fucker who tells you only what you want to hear. ("Honestly, honey, I only like live girls!") Only after you've married the corpse-fucker and had a few kids—once extricating yourself from the marriage becomes a hugely complicated ordeal—will he ask you to lie in a tub of ice until you're good and cold.
And when you're lying in that tub of ice—and odds are you will, FOG, because you won't want to put your poor kids through a divorce—you'll remember that sweet, harmless foot fetishist whose heart you broke back in college, the man you could have married.
And your heart will break.
Dan Savage
HAH! F*CK YEAH! Finally, an advice columnist-type who has a grasp on the real world, isn't afraid to call a rose a rose and is willing to give close-minded morons a well-deserved slap in the face! YES!
And he's absolutely right.
I have to make this short, as I am off to work in a few. I tried to post earlier today, but the confirmation email didn't arrive right away.
First of all, hi. I have been an avid viewer of the forums for about the past decade or so, but never have really gotten involved in the discussions. I hope to change that now, and will introduce my self more when I get out of work.
Anyway, here is what happened:
I have had a really bad, intense foot fetish for my entire life, and lived for awhile with the pain of fearing I would never find a woman with whom I could be open about it with, and truly enjoy it.
As luck would have it, (maybe not so much luck) I met a woman a few years ago, who has now become my girlfriend, and my foot fetish is a regular part of our sex life, however all only on my part. She never does anything actively to turn me on with her feet, she only passively lets me do whatever.
Well see, ironically, her boyfriend before me, also had a huge foot fetish, and they ended on extremely bad terms, so when I finally told her at first, she almost broke up with me, and she mocked me to the point I couldn't even look her in the eye. She attacked me where I was most vulnerable, and made me feel really ashamed about my sexuality.
Eventually, after the fight, she was really sorry, etc. Apologized, and from then on had no problem with it, and said she (supposedly) enjoys it, etc. But keep in mind this was before I told her about the tickling stuff.
Since she made me feel so ashamed about merely being attracted to a certain body part, I have always been very apprehensive about telling her I want to tie her up and tickle her.
Well, over time, I've discussed it more and more with her, told her tickling turns me on, didn't get really deep into it yet though, for example I haven't been so blunt as to say, "I want to tie you up and tickle torture you until you pee yourself!" etc. but I have told her that tickling is really sexual for me.
She seemed okay with it in talking, but the other day during foreplay, I was tickling her lightly, no bondage or anything, and she gets really disgusted and says, "That's so weird. I don't understand how you could like that at all."
So I just got up, and said fuck it.
She appologized again, etc. Except now, I feel so judged and ashamed every time I try to be sexual with her. I feel like a weirdo. I know I'm not, and I know there's nothing wrong with my sexuality, but she has made me feel so terrible about myself, and even after appologizing, the shame and embarrasment just stay.
What do I? As far as I know, this is the only life I've got, so I might as well not compromise myself for anyone.
I deserve a healthy and happy relationship, where I am unashamed of, and free to explore my sexuality. However as time goes on, it really seems that if I stay with her, it will not be this way. I love her, and have known her for many years, we have a unique bond, but I am starting to feel that because of our sexual issues, this is not going to work out, and I don't know how she would freak out over me leaving her because of that.
I really don't know what to do, or anything. Any advice?
Wow! So many replies! : )
Sorry I haven't been able to respond any sooner. Working the graveyard shift can do that to you.
I have to read through all these again, they are all very helpful.
3xPIN, and Poetic, thank you especially, your replies help a lot, not to say the other posts aren't as rich in wisdom, but as I've said I need to read through them again. But thank each of you for all your advice.
Well, so far things already seem to have gotten a little better. I decided last night after dinner was a good time to bring up all the issues to her, and I think it really got through.
I told her she really hurt me, and I told her she's really fucked up for doing that, and that it's abusive. I asked her if she even understood how deeply abusive her behavior has been, and she does. She feels horrible about it.
I told her also, our sex life is boring and that we should really just let loose. She agreed, but we'll see if it actually happens. I told her more of what I want to do etc. I explained more in depth to her about why exactly tickling turns me on, and she said she understands now, and understands that it isn't weird, etc. and is going to experiment more with it she says. Time will tell.
After our talk last night though, she already is a lot better about the feet at least. She gave me the first real foot job she ever has, (I don't know if the expensive dinner had anything to do with it, lol.) and what I mean by that, is that all the other times, despite telling her what I like, all she would do is just keep her feet stiff and move them in the most cold, mechanical way possible. After talking with her last night, she actually did a lot of what I've been asking for; teasing, writhing, etc.
So, over the next few weeks we'll see what happens, especially with the tickling, but for the time being, thank all of you again for your very helpful and supportive advice. One way or another, I'm going to get and have what I want in life. I'm not going to compromise my sexuality, or well being for anyone.