Another day, another dairy fetishist harassing women. If you thought the Swiss Cheese Pervert was disgusting, prepared to be equally skeeved out by Japan’s Mayonnaise Pervert, who was arrested this week. Keep reading »
After losing his virginity 45 years ago, Edward Smith of Yelm, Washington, knew that the way he felt about headlights and bumpers was the way most men felt about “boobs and buns.” Although he never forgot his first — a neighbor’s Volkswagon Beetle — the self-proclaimed mechaphile went on to sleep with thousands more automobiles and one woman (who we can only assume is his long-term neighbor Sarah, who is very happy that he’s found “something that makes him happy”). Keep reading »
When I first began to put together the puzzle of my sexuality, the revelation that I had a rare fetish touched off a cascade of feelings. It began with relief, as I had finally figured out why penis-in-vagina sex had never worked for me. Later there was fear, as I wondered whether my desires were even safe to carry out in real life. But after a few months, everything had settled into a baseline of pure frustration.
It turns out that I’m into feederism—a fetish that revolves around fat, overeating, and weight gain. Four years of high-school sex-ed left me woefully unprepared for the reality of having unusual sexual needs, and in the beginning, I was almost entirely alone while trying to figure out such basic things as how to find the porn or how exactly to go about realizing my fantasies. For many years, I didn’t even know what keywords to type into Google in order to find the kind of porn I dreamed about (“fat,” unsurprisingly, tends to lead more to diet tips than videos of good-looking men joyfully eating entire cakes). When my girlfriends got together to compare notes on their sex lives, what was normal to them was no help to me at all. Even when I finally discovered a group of people that I was comfortable talking about my fetish with, I was still the only person in a group of 30 that had these particular needs. To that end, here are some of the things I wish I’d known when I discovered I had a fetish: Keep reading »
If you read Dan Savage’s column or listen to his podcast, you know that pretty much any kind of fetish you could imagine exists. Armpits, nostrils, muddy shoes. You name it and someone, somewhere gets off on it. Some even find it in their loins to get sexually aroused by things most of us consider gross: snot, vomit, farts.
One man wrote to “Savage Love” the following:
My wife doesn’t understand or approve of my sexual needs. I would like her to pass gas in my face … but she refuses to let me enjoy this natural functioning of her bowels no matter how often I discuss my needs with her.
You might have read it and thought, Is this real? (Savage suggested that the man pay someone to fart on him while remaining faithful to his wife, by the way.) Even though it seems like it’s not real, YES, eproctophilia, or flatulence fetish, is very real. But should you need further proof, British psychologist Professor Mark Griffiths has published the first ever case study of an eproctophile in the journal Archives of Sexual Behaviour. Keep reading »
Kristen Stewart has a stinky little bedroom secret: she has an armpit licking fetish, otherwise known as maschalagnia. Right before news broke of her “fling” with Rupert Sanders, K-Stew told British Vogue’s Christa D’ Souza all about her kink. “My God, I’m so in love with my boyfriend. I wish he were here now. I think I want to have his babies. I love the way he smells. And him me. Like, he loves to lick under my armpits. I don’t get this obsession with washing the smell off. That smell of someone you love. Don’t you think it’s the whole point?” she said during an interview for the October issue of the magazine. Keep reading »