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The Fear

Very likely, you keep your sexual weirdness on a low boil and don't walk around with a sign that says "I have two Transformers action figures in my ass, and a third one ... somewhere. Ask me how!" That's fair. Not everyone needs to know about your proclivities, if we're being honest. Does it have any bearing on your banking? Your Burger King order? Your chat with a stranger on the bus? Hopefully not.

In private though, we can still face that trepidation when it comes to laying it all out, potentially literally. There's a fear of approaching someone you trust enough to rub grundles with and proposing something new and different. What if the thing that turns you on disgusts them? What if it makes their blood run cold and they flee, half dressed in the night, panic-tweeting about how you want them to wear a Donald Trump mask while they administer a marzipan enema?

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If you've ever Googled tentacle porn for the purpose of proving to your wife it exists, or whatever it was that prompted you to do such a thing, you know that there's a rich tapestry of fetish porn available. Sure, everyone likes butt stuff and throat-fisting and beef-busting, but who the hell is into inserting metal rods into their urethra? Or riding dildos shaped like horse dongs? And how do you get into it? Don't answer that, it was rhetorical. I mean, send me a DM or something, but don't bother commenting.

Bringing up "your thing" with someone else is often one of the most harrowing parts of a relationship. If you're the kind of person who can just say to anyone "I'd love to eat paella out of your bum," know that you're both rare and envied. For the rest of us, it's a hell of a leap of faith.

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Fantasy Vs. Reality

One of the most perplexing parts of understanding any kind of kink is the separation of fantasy and reality. This is probably exemplified most easily in something like a rape fantasy. The fantasy is actually surprisingly common, with up to 57 percent of women admitting to them in some surveys. And for the love of God, please don't go thinking that means that many women actually want to be raped. Because they don't. Don't be that fucking guy.

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Before you literally become the worst person possible, we ask that you stop, take a second, and just not be the worst person possible.

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The Effort

I rarely see this addressed in the realm of fantasies and fetishes, but it's worth mentioning that, for some of these to work, you need a baffling level of commitment. Like if you're into pegging (that's getting your back door spelunked with some manner of inanimate fidget spinner), you pretty much need to buy a full-on adjustable leather harness rig for the other person to wear, and some manner of attachment. If you're down with hardcore bondage, you not only need to buy the supplies, but you may need to actually learn complex knot-tying like some kind of Boy Scout getting a merit badge in depravity. And role-play? Just holy shit to that.

The idea of role-play is pretty common and it's been comedy fodder for a long time. A roommate/friend/relative walks in on a couple and she's dressed like a school girl! Oh no! A good rofl is had by all. But getting into role-play is hard if you're not super into the idea of role-playing. This takes what I said before about sharing a fantasy to the next level because now it's not just "I like fucking okra, please fuck me with okra." It's "I need you to take on the role of a sex-obsessed okra farmer while I immerse myself in the persona of a donkey-dicked hitchhiker who gets stranded at the okra festival."

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And then their okra wins the blue ribbon, so we celebrate with actual okra and heavy necking.

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Now What?

Close your eyes for me. Wait, shit, don't do that. Keep your eyes open while you read and imagine yourself someplace romantic, like a beach at sunset or the alley behind Chipotle. You're with that special someone(s) and you're ham-slamming your ram-jams every which way and things are going so awesome that you're pretty sure you want to spend every day like this. Or do you? There's an issue with sexual precedent you'll potentially need to work out with any long-term partner. If your thing is getting slapped in the face with a burrito while you jerk it into a shoe, is that a deal breaker if it isn't every time? Chances are your partner is going to want to shake it up every so often and if you have a recurring, pervasive fantasy, this can become a problem.

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And if your thing is getting slapped in the face with a burrito in the alley behind Chipotle, well, buddy, the world is your oyster.

I know this from experience from having, after a substantial amount of time, someone ask me if I felt they weren't satisfying enough on their own, and that this fantasy needed to be included. And the weird thing was no, it didn't need to be included, and yes, they were satisfying enough. But at that point, I thought she was so into it too that I felt like it was expected each time. So essentially, we were both partially engaging in it for ourselves, but also because we thought the other person expected or needed it. Which wasn't true and as a result, it made the whole thing kind of sad and awkward.

Communication is your friend. Honest and frequent interactions based on trust is pretty much the only way to guarantee you'll get your nuts buttered and tied up with elastic bands whenever you desire such a thing AND keep everyone happy and sexually fulfilled. And guess what? Your abnormal shit is probably normal as hell in the grand scheme of what floats people's boats. I mean, some people intentionally paint miniatures. For fun. So even if you like to slather your genitals in hot sauce, you're not the weirdest person in the room.

For more check out 12 Fetishes That Will Brighten Your Day and 6 Depraved Sexual Fetishes That Are Older Than You Think.

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