Sexuality Happens

When I hear the word Fetish, I usually think of foot fetishists, stocking fetishist, etc. I have a tie fetish – I see a person (esp a gender queer looking person) in a tie, and I get wet. Ditto with glasses.  While I’m not defining it as the traditional definition of fetish (something that someone HAS to have in order to get turned on sexually), I generally group them into sexual fetishes.

However, I’ve realized I have a lot of other fetishes.  I mean, take cooking supplies. Me-OW.  As we unpack, I realize I have a cheese cutting set, a pasta maker, a mortar and pestle, a fajita set, a food processor, blender, fondue pot, banboo cutting boards, etc. Things I don’t need ever day, but make me feel all warm and fuzzy just having them, and even more warm and fuzzy when I use them. God, how I want a shiny, red kitchen aid. If that’s not lust, I don’t know what is! The Bed Bath and Beyond catalog is like porn to me, and don’t get me started on walking through IKEA.

And then there are office supplies.  Multi-colored sharpies and highlighters, filing folders, color-coordinated paper clips, interesting paper, animal print sticky notes…the list goes on. Just walking into an office depot or staples can really get me going.

Some people feel this way about cars, or tools, or clothes.  I do collect books like no other (even Q is shaking her head at me as we unpack box after box of vintage Agatha Christie, Anne McCaffery and Rex Stout).  So what makes something a fetish versus a like?  I mean, pumpkin scented things can get me just as revved up as an exciting new vibe in the mail?  Is a fetish something that turns us on as in we want to fuck right now, or is it something that arouses us in SOME manner, possibly sexually, but more in a mental, feeling butterflies inside kind of sense?

-Essin’ Em