Weird niche fetish, can't masturbate. Am I Cooked
Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2025 5:59 pm
(17ftm, he/they. Been lurking these forums for a little while, only just made an account. Brand new username for... obvious reasons. If my friends find this I'm even more cooked than I previously thought.)
Aaaaalright. This is a tricky one. I'm just gonna sit and ramble and we'll see if anything coherent results from it lmao
I have an incredibly weird fetish. I have been wired this way since I was born. Some of my earliest and clearest memories are of being a little three year old, crouched in front of the TV and feeling a certain way about certain cartoon scenes. I've been getting my version of sex dreams about this thing since I was incredibly young (under the age of 6) and I'm pretty sure I was temporarily porn addicted in my earlier teen years (though, ironically, I did not know the content I was consuming was sexual in nature until I was 13. And also I'm fine now LOL, the constant panic attacks got too much to deal with and I went cold turkey.)
I'm also unable to masturbate. I'd actually rather just Not have genitalia at all, partly for transgender reasons, partly because its annoying and doesn't really provide me any use, but I'm stuck with it, so, you know. I don't know if I just haven't figured out how yet, but touching down there does literally nothing for me. It just kind of hurts, actually.
This might be because my sexuality has nothing to do with genitalia at all, to be honest, but I've tried a handful of times and tried a LOT of things, and literally nothing has worked.
For this reason I'm also 99% sure I'm anorgasmic, but orgasms sound scary anyway, so, like, whatever. My boyfriend says they're nice, but I'm not missing out on much. Thanks, boyfriend.
Anyway.
I'm unable to be normal about sexuality. Since sex itself (as well as genitalia, etc etc etc) does literally nothing for me, I'm just kind of stuck with this One Really Niche Weird Thing that's capable of turning me on. And I feel pretty isolated with it. I mean, when I say niche, I mean it most commonly appears as, like, a subcategory OR cause of other fetishes (which I don't have, and often find a turnoff). For almost everyone with my fetish, it serves as a "means to an end" for a different fetish, rather than as a fetish in its own right, which sucks because I'm not like that. For me, I'm into it in and of itself, rather than because it causes something else, and it seems there's hardly anyone else like me.
It's not exactly problematic or anything, though it can have long-term health consequences if done too often.
I'm incredibly lucky to have a boyfriend who's chill with stuff like this, despite not being into my thing. He doesn't "get" it, but he's damn well willing to engage with it for my benefit, and opening up to him about it almost a year ago was one of the best decisions I ever made. He understands sort of what I've been through because he's into some weird shit too, albeit a different flavour of weird shit, but I feel bad that he engages with it because of the aforementioned potential consequences, especially since they're consequences that would be Particularly Bad for him in particular. And even though he does participate, he's not into it. He does it purely for my benefit. And I'm so unbelievably grateful for that because he's damn good at turning me into a hot mess, but I'm also incredibly lonely.
Chat. How cooked am I?
(And also. If you have any advice, or feel similarly, or anything, please talk to me!!!)
Aaaaalright. This is a tricky one. I'm just gonna sit and ramble and we'll see if anything coherent results from it lmao
I have an incredibly weird fetish. I have been wired this way since I was born. Some of my earliest and clearest memories are of being a little three year old, crouched in front of the TV and feeling a certain way about certain cartoon scenes. I've been getting my version of sex dreams about this thing since I was incredibly young (under the age of 6) and I'm pretty sure I was temporarily porn addicted in my earlier teen years (though, ironically, I did not know the content I was consuming was sexual in nature until I was 13. And also I'm fine now LOL, the constant panic attacks got too much to deal with and I went cold turkey.)
I'm also unable to masturbate. I'd actually rather just Not have genitalia at all, partly for transgender reasons, partly because its annoying and doesn't really provide me any use, but I'm stuck with it, so, you know. I don't know if I just haven't figured out how yet, but touching down there does literally nothing for me. It just kind of hurts, actually.
This might be because my sexuality has nothing to do with genitalia at all, to be honest, but I've tried a handful of times and tried a LOT of things, and literally nothing has worked.
For this reason I'm also 99% sure I'm anorgasmic, but orgasms sound scary anyway, so, like, whatever. My boyfriend says they're nice, but I'm not missing out on much. Thanks, boyfriend.
Anyway.
I'm unable to be normal about sexuality. Since sex itself (as well as genitalia, etc etc etc) does literally nothing for me, I'm just kind of stuck with this One Really Niche Weird Thing that's capable of turning me on. And I feel pretty isolated with it. I mean, when I say niche, I mean it most commonly appears as, like, a subcategory OR cause of other fetishes (which I don't have, and often find a turnoff). For almost everyone with my fetish, it serves as a "means to an end" for a different fetish, rather than as a fetish in its own right, which sucks because I'm not like that. For me, I'm into it in and of itself, rather than because it causes something else, and it seems there's hardly anyone else like me.
It's not exactly problematic or anything, though it can have long-term health consequences if done too often.
I'm incredibly lucky to have a boyfriend who's chill with stuff like this, despite not being into my thing. He doesn't "get" it, but he's damn well willing to engage with it for my benefit, and opening up to him about it almost a year ago was one of the best decisions I ever made. He understands sort of what I've been through because he's into some weird shit too, albeit a different flavour of weird shit, but I feel bad that he engages with it because of the aforementioned potential consequences, especially since they're consequences that would be Particularly Bad for him in particular. And even though he does participate, he's not into it. He does it purely for my benefit. And I'm so unbelievably grateful for that because he's damn good at turning me into a hot mess, but I'm also incredibly lonely.
Chat. How cooked am I?
(And also. If you have any advice, or feel similarly, or anything, please talk to me!!!)