Fetish of the Week/Month/Interval That Works Best

Welcome to a new segment on my blog called Fetish of the Week. During this segment I research and highlight an obscure sexual fetish. You see, some people thing Rule 34 is a joke, but I'm here to prove it is quite real.

This week's fetish is the quicksand fetish. This one is rather self-explanatory, as it is the sexual fascination of sinking in quicksand. I'm sure this is a lot more popular with older generations seeing that the quicksand cliche isn't as prominent as it was back in the era of Tarzan and cheesy B movies, nearly all of us have encountered quicksand at least at one point during our childhood. While quicksand fetishism may seem bizarre and counter productive from the Darwinian standpoint (if you can't get off outside of a bog then the chance of you passing your genes on slim), it does have some fairly universally appealing characteristics.

Dominant and submissive roles tend to be a strong facet behind the psychology of sex, and the person caught in quicksand seems to fulfill the later to a T (while I'm not too familiar with the intricacies of this fetish, I can't really think of a scenario where a dominant person is sinking). While donning a gimp suit and being tortured with whips and chains may get some off, I'm sure the pain involved isn't appealing for every submissive out there. A few lashings aren't really my bag, so a mud bath (I hear they are quite soothing) would be welcome over that.

From a tactile perspective, mud can be rather pleasing. While it currently is a hassle while I traverse UConn, I remember a time where I would play in the backyard with my tonkas around a small pit of mud. Getting muddy was such a staple of childhood that I guess it's only inevitable that some people might not grow out of that. Also, who doesn't love a little mud wrestling? How often have we heard of guys raving when they hear about girl on girl mud wrestling? Well, quicksand fetishism seems like it's just taking the next step!

Two of the most common noises heard mid-coitus are the moan and the whimper. What are two of the most common noises heard while being trapped in quicksand? The moan and the whimper. Coincidence?

While I've done my piece to try to make this unusual fetish a little easier to understand, don't think I believe everyone should get on the band wagon. I don't judge any fetish, but do be forewarned that this can be taken to extremes (see Drowning on page 290). However, if you avoid solo treks to your local swamp and just be responsible, I don't see any harm in this save for a los shoe or a yeast infection (I can be wrong, though, as I am no expert on yeast infections).

I'm not sure yet if I should end this segment with a fairly generic sample of the fetish of the week. Even if I do, it will always be something tasteful (ie. no nudity) if not safe for work, so, without further adieu I leave you with the youtube video that initially tipped me off about this messy fetish.

(this video does not contain sexual acts or nudity)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvGeLGeFrrU

Tune in next week/month/interval that works best, and if you have heard of a particularly interesting example of rule 34, feel free to fill me in and it be the next FETISH OF THE WEEK/MONTH/INTERVAL THAT WORKS BEST!
-Jake

Greatness Can Not Be Reached

I feel drained, and I have for a while. Three weeks at least, if my improvisation is any indicator. I really need to learn to be content without being the greatest. It's a problem that's plagued me all my life.

Right now I feel like I've strived to accomplish so much yet accomplished so little. I'm a failure by my standards. There is always some way I can be better. Always.

Why can't I find a way to tell any of this to Kat? The best thing I can open up to is a blog. I need some sleep.

Stream of Consciousness Again

These decisions I must make...I'm hesitating. I've preached decisive action and now I am left feeling like a hypocrit. What happened to valuing friendship? What happened to feeling a connection to people. I feel like I've lost so much. I feel like I'm lost. I've fallen and instead of knowing how to stand I find all I wish is to sleep. It's my sole want, for I can't really put my finger on clear wants.

I do a great deal, but is what I do what I want to do? Do I merely want the title of one who does such things? Is who I'm with who I want? Are those I'm not with the ones I want? I am a wayward ship without a compas, and a cloudy sky blocking my view of the stars. Buddha says there is a source to all suffering, but it is one I have yet to find. Is it because I have to work to find it, and it's just so much easier to sleep? Why do I not sleep just to satisfy the urge?

I want to create right now. I want to be valuable. I want my life to have some value to me. It seems my problem is I keep wanting that stock to go up.

Why can't I talk to her? Why can't she talk back? Does she want to listen? Will it all be healthy? Whose setting the trap this time? I want to solve the mystery. I believe time brings with it closure. Is that a lie? It is, and it might we why I'm waiting for the future.

Closure.

Close.

Lose.

I want to feel lust again. I haven't felt it in weeks. I want something to ignite passion in me. I want to lust.

Fuck you. Fuck you for judging me. You all feel the same and yet "eww Jake" hides your own fucking shame. I hate you. Why do you do this to me? I want to cause you all pain. I want to share my suffering with you. Then you can see. I have the potential to be a madman.

Absurd Ramblings of a tired Madman.

Maybe I can love you all after I've reconciled my hate. You've hurt me so often. Fuck you.