What is a fetish? More importantly, what become a fetish? Is it something you always had, or is it about the opposite; something you have never had?
Is it about something you willingly, soulfully wanted, or is it the remnants of what becomes after you had to, very reluctantly, let it happen to you?
For me, it is, fortunately or unfortunately, the latter. Deep down, I know I have the fetishes which I’m so ashamed of. Fetishes which I’ll probably never talk to about, to anyone else in the world. It’ll always be a guarded secret, buried deep down my throat, which no amount of drinks or Heimlichs could ever get out of me.
But in this note, I want to be honest, and I want to impart to others who might be going towards the same fate; some well-deserved clarity. So anyone who has fatefully come across this note, I’ll utter three phrases: congratulations, cheers, and brace yourself.