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- Feb 10, 2020
Please elaborate. Did your family support your decision to go to a professional? Were they the instigators?Yeah I've been to professionals and it didn't end well for me.
I am reminded of a poem called "The Lady's Dressing Room" in which a peeping Tom observes far more than he wished to.Then when I learned the truth, it blew my mind and I thought "How could something so beautiful create something so gross from the most beautiful part of her body?" Then the fetish developed from there. So maybe subconsciously it does come from the fact that I always pretty much viewed myself as completely useless garbage compared to women.
Jonathan Swift said:So things, which must not be expressed,
When plumped into the reeking chest,
Send up an excremental smell
To taint the parts from whence they fell.
The petticoats and gown perfume,
Which waft a stink round every room.
Thus finishing his grand survey,
Disgusted Strephon stole away
Repeating in his amorous fits,
Oh! Celia, Celia, Celia shits!
But Vengeance, goddess never sleeping
Soon punished Strephon for his peeping;
His foul imagination links
Each Dame he sees with all her stinks
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