My older cousin was a scout in Viet Nam. He sometimes talks about how your normal can become different things, like how sleeping in a hole and waking up to rats trying to eat your toes becomes commonplace.
I can see stuff like that being a real problem, especially when you have to be on your toes.
The most rank feet Iāve ever seen in person was at the bottom of the Grand Canyon at Phantom Ranch campground.
Some poor fool at the campground asked me for moleskin. He hiked down in converse Chuck Taylors with a bunch of car camping gear and an 18 pack of Bud Light he was cooling off in the river. Big old 6 person Coleman tent. It was July with ambient temps of over 110. His feet were completely blistered. Oozing all over.
I didnāt get a good whiff, thatās not my jam, but I imagine they had a lot of character for an aficionado to take in and appreciate.
Nobody told him you can buy cold beer at Phantom Ranch and he seemed amazed that we didnāt have tents and just slept on pads. His pack was easily 80 lbs of stuff he didnāt need.
Iām sure he had a miserable hike back up, unless he managed to get a really strong buzz going and keep a good pace.
Fortunately my husband is ok with this as I trim his nails and keep his feet softer than a babyās bottom. So when I take a whiff he doesnāt mind. Feet can tell you a lot about the person without seeing the rest of them. Itās the most naked part of the body next to genitalia. The best smelling feet in the world is baby feet. I should have been a podiatrist.
Like what they say, the brain is the most important sex organ.
Iām not kidding you man, there are men in this world (Iāve met them) who are literally capable of getting off of a mere HEAD. It doesnāt matter if itās their girlfriendās head or a gay guyās head, if itās a working head with tongue and saliva, they can get off of that. Might be TMI for this forum but I feel I should share it. It proves my point. The brain is the most important sex organ.
As we are on bedroom topics. I completely blacked out our bedroom a while ago. This meant I could not make out my wife in the dark, not even an outline/shadow of her.
So I wondered if it was just my poor eyes, I asked the wife who also said she could see nothing but can you really trust these things? Maybe I canāt see means I canāt really see but I can a little.
One day we bumped heads and this was enough to convince me that we indeed could not see each other at all.
So now, for reasons completely beyond me, every now and again I will pull a stupid face during late night fun times
Get a blind fold for her. Sheāll love it (probably) and you can make all the faces you want and get to see as well. Take away one of the senses heighten the rest type of thing. Very fun
Crazy is putting it nicely. But at least theyāre not as bad as midwives. The most conniving, back stabbing, angst filled lot Iāve ever had the displeasure to know.
Yes tell me more about how enraged you are at the fact that much of obstetrics was developed by middle aged cis white men in early 20th century who didnāt have uteruses. Yes please continue to vicariously extract your revenge against patriarchy via treating me like shit. Bunch of goddamn angels.
Itās not the kink itself that mildly creeped me out. Itās her casualness about it. I have friends with their own kinks and fetishes and I donāt see them casually talking about it everywhere. lol
And really, I wasnāt being insulting. It was a neutral comment. Just my observation.
And really⦠Iāve been with a group of people before who consider the very act of premarital sex to be taboo. That was a bit extreme, but coming from that, I got stunned by that post of hers.