Questioning Your Fetish

[dougiezerts]

Do any of you ever question your fetish? What I mean is do you ever say to yourselves, "Why do I enjoy wallowing in the mud?," or "Why do I enjoy seeing girls (or guys) covered in mud?"
I do this, sometimes. And I can figure out no answer to it!

[Robert]

Do any of you ever question your fetish? What I mean is do you ever say to yourselves, "Why do I enjoy wallowing in the mud?," or "Why do I enjoy seeing girls (or guys) covered in mud?"
I do this, sometimes. And I can figure out no answer to it!

Don't spend too much time thinking about it... just enjoy it

Robert

[Fred588]

Fredism #691: Trying to explain the irrational is irrational.

Do any of you ever question your fetish? What I mean is do you ever say to yourselves, "Why do I enjoy wallowing in the mud?," or "Why do I enjoy seeing girls (or guys) covered in mud?"
I do this, sometimes. And I can figure out no answer to it!

[Duncan Edwards]

You don't question your hair color or height because you were born that way. Same thing applies here.

[PM2K]

I gave up on figuring it out years ago... I'm just glad I have places like this to openly express it!

[Mynock]

We'll have to hire a team of geneticists to locate the rare and recessive quicksand gene.

[Nessie]

I spent the first 39 years of my life doing nothing about my fetish except questioning it. I remember around the last few years, not sure, maybe three or four before that, I was finally coming to some acceptance of it (still uneasy, though) and I wrote a couple quicksand snippets inside longer stories (but I always hid the works and didn't want anyone to know I did it).

I had absolutely no thought of going out and sinking in real quicksand or any idea that anyone else ever had.

I got online in 2000 and BAMMO! Discovered that it had happened to others in about the same way.

I no longer question my fetish since I got a feeling it's going to be around in some form or another inside me 'til I die. It's here, and I accept it, and since it isn't leaving, I may as well enjoy it for as long as I'm physically able.

However, I have done a great deal of self-analysis and self-therapy (I figure that real psychiatrists are not only too expensive but probably don't know enough to help much anyway), mostly on the subject of learning to live with it successfully.

Things that had to be dealt with:

I had to figure out what it really was (for me, not necessarily for anyone else) at its very core. Not so much a "Why did this happen?" but a "What is really going through my mind when I think about quicksand and what is it about quicksand that turns me on, specifically?" What "does the trick", what adds nothing, and what actually ruins it?

I had to decide what it was NOT, and what I didn't want it to become. Some people like to add fetish on top of fetish (as in, they like quicksand so they add bondage to make it even better) but I really, truly, didn't want to be one of those people whose activities get incrementally more intense and dangerous because they always need more and what they did last time is no longer satisfactory.

I wanted it to be a sure thing that worked always.

I had to make sure that a desire to occasionally watch quicksand scenes didn't EVER mean that I wanted anyone to be in REAL danger.

I had to find and learn to use my own sites, since there ain't no way anybody else could do this for me on a regular basis. Due to the nature of the internet community, most of my friends in quicksand don't live remotely close to me. I can no longer afford much travel, but even when I did go to shoots, there ain't no way that ever provided enough mud to feed the fetish. I'm a do-er. Looking is nice but not sufficient!

These weren't answers to the original question of questioning my fetish, though...they were answers to the questions that came after the original question was settled!

Nessie

[jack c]

Growing up in the 1960's and early 1970's, absolutely, I questioned what the heck was going on in my head. This was all way pre-internet, and I was the cliche guy who thought I was the only one. I did meet one wonderful girl, Cathy (at age 13 - see my story Summer of '76 for an older age embellishment) who shared my fascination with sinking. We discussed it and went out exploring together as young teens - did some less-than-waist sinking together. Nice time.

It was not until 1998 that I went on line and discovered the classic sites that let me know there were a number of people with similar fascination - it was a great relief. I have posted a few stories (I think you commented on a couple) about my ideal QS fantasies - they were fun to write. Now I just accept the fetish as it is and enjoy discussing it with others.

[Boggy Man]

When I started participating in this fetish, there were a number of years when after the act was done, I felt guilty from doing it. But, eventually the guilt faded, replaced with acceptance.

[newtothis2]

Great topic, I was hoping one of this nature would surface.

I recall when I was pretty young, (probably early teens) having this fascination with walking in sand or mud. It had to be barefoot as well, as the wearing of shoes didn't cut it, not only from a getting my shoes muddy perspective but from a "how this feels" perspective. I would venture out in my neighborhood at night looking for mud in any form, from puddles to construction sites where dirt was excavated and then been rained on.

Going fishing/swimming etc. I'd always look for the muddy spots and I'd "have to fish there". Anyway this went on for a few years into my mid teens and all the while I thought "this is really strange", why do I do this? And it lay dormant for the next 30 years until one night back in mid January, I was recovering at home from a mild heart attack and I googled "quicksand". I came upon this blond woman, sinking into mud up to her shoulders and I was hooked (again). And I'd have to agree with Nessie from the angle of acceptance, the more we accept things that are, the more at peace you become about it.

So now as I continue to recover, I've been scoping out places during the day while I bicycle 5-10 a day and I come out and ride (for sinking purposes) in the early morning ours and get my bike ride in at the same time, WIN,WIN!!