Psychoeroticism

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The first surviving reference to foot fetishism in Europe is by Franciscan theologian Bertold of Regensburg in around 1220. Warning of an impending epidemic of syphillis, he suggested sex with feet as an alternative to intercourse.

‘The Boot’ - Bradley Quinn

Did some thinking. Realized that I’ve overlooked several important considerations:

Problem: Fetish-based activities don’t really have any sexual or emotional bases. I am essentially getting whatever I want for as long as I want, and it makes me feel too powerful and without attachment to the point that my relationship started to go south.

Solution Idea A: Remove fetish-based activities from the relationship. Keep it to fantasies. If the need for satisfaction becomes too great, manipulate friends or acquaintances into indulging me.

Flawed Assumption at the Heart of Solution Idea A: If she can’t enjoy foot fetishism sexually with me, my only options are (1) indulge constantly; and (2) forget it exists.

Deeper Examination: While I wish that she was sexually involved in what we do, my specific issues are that I have too much control and that affection is in no way returned on my part. These can be resolved by imposing moderation and requirements for me, i.e. simulating the give-and-take of sexual intimacy and incorporating the simulation into the reality.

Solution Idea B: Only allow me the di-stink-t privilege of her feet after I have done something satisfying for her and followed by sexual climax for me. (Logistically, I’m not sure whether it would be better for her to climax before or after this. Probably before, now that I think about it.)

Explanation of Pun in Solution Idea B: Di-stink-t (distinct). Because her feet smell almost supernaturally potent. And it’s fucking FANTASTIC.

Celebrity Endorsement of Solution Idea B: I am Don Knotts, and I approve this solution to sexual distress.

Follow-up: I told her basically everything I said to you people. I missed them immediately, but I can feel that this is better. Evidently, what I am is poisonous to love. I’ll have to rig some other arrangement to satisfy the need, or else I’ll just fap excessively.

I should be happy. The significant lady in my life has gone so far to make me happy that not only do I have access to her feet basically whenever I ask (and she has some righteous feet, man); she will usually, at least once a day, offer them to me after incubating them in her fleece shoes, without socks. But I’m not happy. I’ve cheated. This isn’t subject to the give-and-take of physical indulgence. This is like buying a stripper with affection. She will continue to give and give without the expectation of anything in return, patiently and unaffectedly waiting for me to be bored. This is more lonely than being totally ignored.

Today, I’m going to tell her we can’t do it anymore.

More on Fetishism in Love

To add to my previous thoughts, while I think that fetishism does complicate love, maybe there are men and women out there who understand us, even if they don’t reciprocate us. Maybe those people can love us and like to please us. I’m with a girl right now who has been attempting for a long time to understand me. She is the reason I begin to wonder if what I am sexually might be poisonous to love.