The Social Construction of Fetishes

I wonder how people should feel when they meet an old flame who's now married off to another guy. Worse still, how people should react when the old flame's single colleague is constantly complimenting you and checking you out without a hint of discretion.



Every single person we have been together with, more of passion and less of duration, affects and shapes our preferences in one way or another. No, I don't mean huge boobs, long legs or rebonded hair. Those are the common ones. What I find more interesting is the really uncommon fetishes that develop subconsciously. One man's meat can be another's poison. Every man is different, every impact varied, every trigger or stimuli mixed with the subject's persona produces a resounding familiarity yet distinguishably wild and random.




I wonder what your social memory has developed yours to be.






"One can love a house so much even a raven atop contributes to the joy", a twisted translation of a Chinese 4-character idiom. Sometimes I wonder, if the house is no more, will the stimuli evoked from the presence of ravens subconsciously resurrect the house once more? At what lengths will one go to impose/foster/create the presence of ravens in the subsequent houses that one will eventually inhabit?






It's true. The more people you've been together with, the less you will have of an idea of what you really prefer. -Valentino Casanova

People should always have something which they prefer to life. -Johann G. Seume