I feel gross…it's been that way all my life?
Recently, I looked back upon my childhood fantasies, and I realized they all had something in common. A fetish, that I realized is so scarce, so misunderstood, so unaccepted, that I knew I couldn't talk to ANYONE about it. That fetish? Vorarephilia. Nonfatal and soft for me, and that should tell you just how bad it can be. Now, I've started looking at other people differently, trying to decipher them, trying to see if they were as messed up as I am. For now, I'm keeping to myself, at least until this fancy of mine becomes more well known. That's it I guess.