Friends,
The past two foot parties have me considering doing things that I’d never have done before last May. There are lots of women near where I live that have gorgeous feet. So it would be nice to recruit a few of them to visit me regularly to indulge my foot fetish, saving me the monthly trips to the east, not to mention the cover charges to get into the parties there. But I’ve never asked to give them foot massages here because unlike a big city, anonymity in this small town does not exist. Everyone knows everyone else, and if one woman was to find my proposition distasteful, she’d likely tell her friends. Then, they’d tell their friends, and then before too long, the whole town would be talking about “that weirdo, TJ.”
I don’t care much about my reputation here, since my writing does not target any local audiences. So I need not please any neighbors in order to do well with the blogs. In fact, I might be encouraged if people hated me, because the hater audiences can make one rich, like they did Howard Stern, Rush Limbaugh, and others.
But I don’t want to distress my family either. They are much more concerned about their reputations than I am about mine. Misconceptions and prejudices about foot worship and people in which a foot fetish dwells abound, and this I fear, is especially true in rural PA, where I’m located. My family has generally not supported my attending the foot parties, arguing that what I’m doing could destroy my father’s legacy, and ruin their good names in this tight-knit community as well. They hold jobs in this area. attend church, have children that interact with other families, and so on, and I would on the one hand, want to avoid any behaviors that might subject them to backlash at work or at these other social venues.
On the other hand, I’m not responsible for keeping Dad’s good legacy alive; only my legacy. Nor am I accountable for the individual or collective reputations of my family. As I see it, if their friends disparage them for the things I do, then they need new friends. Guilt by association is an antiquated and immature way of judging others, that should have been eliminated from our culture after the Salem witch trials. If I’m guilty of anything, that clearly does not mean that the other family members are guilty. That’s elementary. People need to learn to see others as individuals in their own rights, and judge them less based on the groups to which they belong; especially if those groups were not chosen by them (like one’s family is not chosen for example).
Besides, it’s not as though foot worship is illegal; it’s harmless, it’s clean, it’s most pleasing, and it’s real fun. When I find women who are willing to have their pretty feet massaged, they invariably enjoy it, and I invariably, like giving it.
How, I asked my mother, would anything ever get into the mainstream if people shy away from expressing it? One day, I told her, feet might supplant breasts as the sexual objects of choice and fantasy in our culture. Many folks still hide their preference for feet but it will be great when the day comes that they can be as open about their desires as the man who prefers breasts.
Finally, I’m not just about foot worship. I’m also looking for a lasting romantic relationship eventually. If I like her feet, I’ll probably like her as well. Pretty feet would certainly bias me in her favor. So I’m only interested in worshipping women where the sky is the limit if they like me. They should be available for dating. In fact, their availability helps make foot worship enjoyable. If they’re not available, I’ll probably not like their feet. It’s more than just the feet therefore, that make the feet beautiful. So I don’t generally do married ladies or others that have strong romantic and emotional ties to other men.
So, with all that said, here is the question: How can I get what I desire (to indulge my foot fetish) without having to move away from this area, and home? Are there ways to go about it without injuring mine or my family’s reputation? I welcome your comments. In short: what would be a most innocuous way to direct more gorgeous foot traffic through my house?
Take care.
TJ
Well, as of this writing, the foot traffic has not picked up appreciably; no doubt caused largely by my own fear of letting people know what I wish. But I’m still working on it, and now that I’m 50 years old, I’m acutely aware that my supply of living days remaining is shrinking and that if I’m going to ever be truly happy, then I’d best get to doing what is required with haste.