Lore has also in the past envisioned a game show where contestants are challenged to make up a sexual fetish that's not already extant on the internet.

Lore has also in the past envisioned a game show where contestants are challenged to make up a sexual fetish that's not already extant on the internet.

I always wanted to do that, just to see how long it would take for the fetish to become a plot point on CSI. My idea was Marsupialism: getting aroused by possesing a pouch or being carried in afourementioned pouch. I think it's got legs.

It's got pouch punch. So what's the next step, jonmc, start a website? Dibs on username Kanga. That's hysterical.

Thanks agropyron, I haven't seen his site in a long time. Funny.

Sorry.

Fuck.

Maybe put in some work on monotremism, jonmc.

I'm really into... lichens. Lichens are symbiotic organisms consisting of a fungus, which provides structure and protection, and algae, which lives inside and photosynthesizes nutrients for both.

This fetish can go either way. You fantasize about having an erotic alga inside you, photosizing nutrients. You get off on the idea of being the strong, protective outer layer. The algae side of the fantasy would probably play out somewhat like jonmc's pouch fetish... unless you also get off on being green, blue-green, or eukaryotic.

How about turtlism, wanting to be to be a slow-moving shelled reptile, or desiring the same? Inevetrebratism, the desire to be a boneless creature, etc?
Amoebism, the desire to reproduce by splitting in half?

We've got the beginnings of a porn empire here, folks. *puts on pajamas, lights pipe*

The marsupial thing obviously had both sides represented, though - the carrier and the pouch-ee. Something with duality.

*thinks*

OK, we could get really twisted and take the scat thing to it's logical extreme: instead of wanting to poop or play with poop, they're'll be people who want to be pooped. There'd be big digestive tracks built that people would crawl into and ride through like big Mr. Hankeys.

I'm starting to scare myself.

How 'bout Hamsterism? people who like to run on wheels and roll around in plastic balls and pee in wood shavings...

(y'know I make fun, but I've seen interviews with fetish people and they sometimes seem almost...sweet in a demented sort of way. I remember reading this News Of The Weird piece about some guy who bought a blue uniform and a coin changer then stole a city bus and drove it on it's regular route taking fares and picking people up and dropping them off. When he was arrested, the guy said that when he was a kid his mom had briefly dated a bus driver who would take him along the route with him and he had become fascinated. I found that story oddly moving for some reason)

Dry Cleaning?


*gives up, doffs jammies, takes a nap*

Dry Cleaning?

People who like to be treated with chemicals then hung up in plastic bags and rotated around that carousel doohickey? What would they be called, starchies?

OK, we could get really twisted and take the scat thing to it's logical extreme: instead of wanting to poop or play with poop, there'll be people who want to be pooped.

I'm sure someone's beat you to it. They've already got anal vorarephilia.

the great big mulp: that's vaguely frightening. It sounds like the premise for an X-rated horror film, The Sphincter That Swallowed Cincinatti or something...

That would be extreme starchie behavior, yes. There could be clubs with carousel doohickeys. More towards center, starchies would like to be steamed and somehow, safely, pressed.

More towards center, starchies would like to be steamed and somehow, safely, pressed.

As opposed to seafood fetishists (aka Clammies) who merely want to be steamed. and maybe dipped in some cocktail sauce. Some prefer to be battered and dropped into hot oil, but they're more an offshoot of the fryolator fetishists, aka FryBabies and FryDaddies.