#1 Socially Accepted Fetish: Objectification

“Don’t let my tits stop you from calling me “Sir”

For the purpose of this writing I am using the word “fetish” somewhat interchangeably with the word “kink”, and as a general concept rather than a medical diagnosis. “Fetish” and “kink” have separate meanings, though they are often conflated, and the degree to which something is considered a kink or fetish is personal and arguable outside of psychological evaluation. A fetish is understood to be something (often an object, objectified body part, or action) which needs to be present for someone to obtain sexual arousal and/or release. Example: a foot fetishist may not be able to orgasm or become sexually turned on without seeing, touching, or fantasizing about a person’s foot. People develop sexual fetishes for a wide variety of reasons at different points in their life, and someone with a “true” clinically diagnosed fetish is not what is generally meant when people use the word. The term fetish is frequently used to indicate a strongly enjoyed kink. The word fetish is also used to indicate kinks which reside specifically within the world of objectification: latex, shoes, nylons, feet, sissification, trans people’s bodies, women’s bodies, dick size, etc. When focus is placed on what a person is wearing, how they present, are physically formed, or something other than the integrated person themselves as reason for sexual interest, the word fetish is appropriate. Example: a person who doesn’t care what you look like as long as you’re wearing latex—that person will find you attractive because they have a latex “fetish”. A kink is a sexual taste which is considered out of the ordinary. How common or uncommon a kink actually is varies wildly. People frequently disagree about where a certain activity resides on a spectrum of vanilla to kinky. Example: spanking. Some people consider spanking to be a normal part of sexual activity and so vanilla by nature, others consider it to be kinky and not a behavior to be defined within the boundaries of an “ordinary vanilla” sexual connection.

Control of other people’s bodies is a kink which has reached fetishistic proportions in our society. Our culture’s widespread practice of objectification is a primary reason for this, which is made even more complex within a social structure where gendered privilege and unchecked entitlement runs rampant. Most people don’t consider themselves to be objectifiers, however, related behaviors and ways of thinking are so part and parcel of how we’re raised and what coping mechanisms we learn at an early age, I posit that almost everyone wrestles with these values (or is confronted with them) at some point in their life. In a capitalistic society we are held to the standards of ad campaigns and salability everywhere we look, it’s pervasive and insidious. It’s almost unavoidable not to hold our friends and family, celebrities, public figures, and even the strangers we interact with to these same standards and expectations. The alternative to reactionary objectification is practicing acceptance, curiosity, and enjoyment of a diversity of personal presentations, rather than jumping to judgement based on appearance.

It isn’t bad or evil to objectify, but it is important to gain consent when it will effect the person targeted. A “trendy” form of objectification these days is the obsession with knowing what’s contained in other people’s shorts. In conversations about sex, gender, orientation, identity, even lawmaking, and filing paperwork, an entitlement around knowing someone’s phenotypic sex characteristics outshines discussion of their character, skills, intellect, behaviors, or energetic capabilities.

That’s some pretty bullish stuff… why is it this way? I think a large part of what makes our society so concerned—even fanatic about other people’s private bodies—is in order to control their own personal branding, which is frequently expressed as an unyielding claim to a limited or stringent idea of sexual orientation. In short, we are obsessed with other people’s appearances in order to maintain the image (or belief) that we ourselves are of one sexual orientation or another. It’s commonly accepted that people lean on others to “keep up appearances” in order to telegraph a comfortable public image of themselves, based upon whom they associate with.

I was teaching a workshop about gender and sexuality recently, and in class a question was raised about how to appropriately ask after a person’s genitalia while cruising. How does one find a partner with the genitalia they are attracted to, prefer, or are interested in playing with if it’s rude to ask someone about their phenotypic sex traits? In the recent past, with the binary more firmly in place, one simply made assumptions about who they were bringing home and what the sex might be like. They were either pleased, proven wrong, or exposed to a whole new experience by the end of the evening. Nothing has really changed. If someone makes you laugh when you chat on the dance floor and you like their moves, you will still be surprised when they remove their garments and reveal the size, color, shape, stiffness, or coiffure of what they’ve got going on under all those layers. One will, of course, be even further surprised at discovery of the depth, sensitivity, solidity, strength, technique, longevity, sensual interests, texture, chemistry, scent, and experience of that individual as seduction and actual play come to pass… Nothing is certain until you’ve tasted the damn fruit.

If you’re hooking up with a relative stranger, chances are you aren’t solidly wed to complete control of what happens, with whom, or how it goes down. That’s a much surer bet within a longterm relationship. In hook-up situations people are looking to satisfy an urge in combination with the projection of a fantasy. If one is driven to connect with someone they don’t know, and with little time for interview, chances are they’re actually looking to get off however they can get it, not satisfy a deep connection with someone they respect as separate and equal. Whatever that hook up is like, chances are it’s also not going to be wholly articulated by one person’s fantasy. If that was the goal, they would have taken the time to find someone to service them properly within the boundaries of their specific desires.

When one engages in longer term or friend-first sexual connections, they certainly don’t fall in love/lust/sexual intrigue based on what their partner’s junk looks like either. Many people fall in love with their partner’s perfect groin because of how it makes them feel, because it’s connected to the person they love, and sometimes also because of how it looks. When one takes the time to get to know a person before negotiating sexual intimacy, there’s usually an emotional and/or mental connection cultivated which cannot be ignored when discussing the reasons for sex. This too is far from fetishistic.

In our current age of emergent nonbinary acceptance, visibility, and public acknowledgement, in order for people to defend an unwavering sexual identity, focus on phenotypic sex traits inappropriately comes to the forefront of conversation and highlights this social anxiety. For example: if someone notices me, decides they’re attracted to me, and jumps to correspondent fantasies about what it might be like to have sex with me, that’s all very well and normal. It’s also on them and not my responsibility. That person’s fantasy has nothing to do with the actual living, breathing, autonomous me. Their assumption, i.e. wish, that I might enjoy a particular activity, or that the body under my clothes appears a certain way, or that I might respond favorably to a particular type of stimulus, is their fantasy and it has nothing to do with my actual physical, emotional, and psychological interests or lived reality. We do not generally fall for people because of the size, color, type, hairiness, or functionality of their genitalia. If one does fall for someone’s specific size, color, type, hairiness, or genital functionality, it’s very simply defined as: their fetish. It’s the responsibility of anyone harboring a fetish to negotiate their desires honestly in order to fulfill them appropriately and respectfully. It’s definitely not the object of their desire’s responsibility to fulfill those fantasies or fetishistic expectations.

While we live in a highly fetishistic society, that’s in no way an excuse to pursue controlling someone else’s body outside of their willingness to be so. If a person needs their partner to present their body in a specific way in order to enjoy intimacy, it’s their responsibility to negotiate the scenario they wish to engage in, or let it go, or move on to someone willing to play those particular games. For example: if your kink is shaved genitals, good for you. I do not shave my genitals. It’s also none of your business if I shave my genitals unless I want to share that information with you. I am probably not going to shave for you, as it’s my right to tend to my body exactly as I please, and shaving does not please me—quite the opposite. Your kink/preference/fetish doesn’t overshadow my right to keep my autonomous unshaved body as I prefer it to be. Your desire to fulfill your fantasy with me also doesn’t give you the right to demand me to reveal private information about my body. If you cannot get over this particular desire then we’ll probably not interact sexually. No big deal. If you happen to fetishize something I’m also into, we’ll probably have a lot of fun with that thing as long as you don’t objectify me about it. If you want to objectify me, that’s a separate fetish and negotiation, and I’ll probably require aftercare if I decide to engage you in that way because one of my deepest kinks and emotional needs is connection.

Back to my student’s initial question: I answered, “Taking personal responsibility for one’s desires is key to success”. Saying something to the effect of, “I’m really horny and came out tonight looking for X—is that something you’re interested in or might want to help me out with?”, is a far cry from, “do you have a pussy or a dick?”. The first sentence takes responsibility for and names a specific personal desire, and then asks if there’s mutual interest in further conversation about it. It allows the person being asked to respond in a number of ways based on what they’re comfortable revealing. That person might simply say, “No thanks”, or they might mention they can’t physically fulfill the desire expressed, or maybe they’ll check in about toy use or alternative hole penetration in lieu of specific biological requests, or maybe they’ll even reveal their own desires so the discussion can build into something more mutually agreeable… the options are limitless. The second question indicates an entitlement to knowledge about someone else’s private body. It also implies an assumption that if the person answers “correctly”, that there’s an interest in engagement, and so puts a responsibility of rejection and/or clarification on the person being asked. Further, it assumes that having a particular physical trait equals a desire to engage that physicality in a specific way during sexual congress. None of these assumptions or implications respect another person’s values, skills, availabilities, psychology, history, potential traumas, or interests.

Fetishes can be wonderful, and my argument is not to draw the conclusion that one should do away with such things—even objectification. What I think we need to get better at is practicing communication about and gaining consent for our fetishistic desires, rather than bullying people by way of shame, negging, abuse, neglect, unasked for behavior modifications, games, and guilt trips in order to repress them, convince them to conform, or otherwise control their actions and bodies outside of their personal values and interests. If you’re completely disinterested in becoming involved with a person who has a particular style of genitalia, it’s your responsibility to be honest and upfront about that before unduly wasting the time and energy of the person you’ve approached. It’s never the job of those you flirt with to preemptively let you know anything about their bodies, as if their bodies might be potentially “wrong”, or as if their bodies exist primarily to be pleasing to you. When we can better navigate our own fetishistic interests, we may even find ourselves more excited about and equipped to satisfy other people’s interests as well.

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Triggered

I’m sitting right now and I’m completely non-verbal.  I’m partway through the experience of being emotionally triggered. A few minutes ago I was laying on my side, catatonic, a while before that I was crying and shaking uncontrollably trying to catch my breath, before that I was trying to deescalate my quickly spiraling out of focus feelings by asking for help as I felt this episode coming on. I was unsuccessful at removing all stimulus from my overwhelmed state, and I ended up full on in this triggered thing I wish I didn’t know so well… Following are my thoughts and observations.

I can’t open my mouth. It’s sealed shut by stiff unmoving muscles. My entire body is shaking. The only things moving right now are my fingers, and they are moving much more slowly than usual on my keyboard. Dreamily kind of, definitely detached from my usual physical speed. Even my arms and elbows are clamped to my sides unmoving. I feel physically numb.

My brain goes black during the emotional parts of being triggered and the catatonic parts. Tunnel vision or complete blackout. It happens early on, and definitely has its hold on me when all the overwhelmed feelings take control.

When my brain is going into the darkness I cannot hear what is being said to me. Literally. It’s like the people speaking to me are a million miles away, or their sounds have gotten warped from words into a series of sounds I don’t know how to interpret, like talking underwater but I don’t have the ability to focus and decipher, and everything I do hear sounds frightening and too big for me to respond to. I can’t speak, even if a phrase or something I want to say is screaming repetitively in my brain, my mouth won’t open and I cannot figure out how to release my voice. I can see myself, sometimes, as if from outside my body, and I look like a small child huddled in a corner in vast darkness, unsafe, with “The Nothing” snarling at me threatening to bite. I am frozen, shaking, and I cannot stop crying. My brain hurts.

Fight, flight, fuck, freeze. I am a freeze. I try to talk my way out of the circumstance if I can, and it usually ends in me crying and getting small and saying “Stop. Please stop,” pleading over and over again. I am overwhelmed and I need slowness, care, kindness, and silence.

I know to breathe. I get on the floor and I hold my head and I breathe. The sounds my body makes are like hyperventilation almost. Minutes tick by. At some point, with enough silence around me, and a while to recover, my breathing slows a little and maybe my tears dry up a bit. I am still tightly holding on and I still cannot hear properly or see or remember what’s happening around me.

I am not hungry. My stomach is in knots. I can’t even think of eating. Sometimes this lasts for days.

It’s hard for me to sleep. It’s hard for me to shut the voices out of my head.

The catatonic part sets in and I lay somewhere not seeing or hearing or moving. Not really in my body.

Sometimes, after a while, I can do dissociative things like write (example: this blog about what’s going on in my head and body), or clean something, or rearrange my room so it feels more comforting and safe for me to find a space to nestle in. Slowly. Usually it takes a while to make my way under the covers or to somewhere comfortable (if can I get there without help). Often I find myself lying uncomfortably on a hard surface for a while, or perched panting in the middle of the floor, or I’ve pressed my body against a wall like an animal trying to disappear.

Any voice that is not soft and kind makes it worse. Especially the crying and dissociation. Asking me to think critically or answer questions or absorb criticism is not possible without tearing the matter of my mind into bits and pieces. That’s what it feels like — like my brain is being torn apart like pillow stuffing if I have to try and think something through and be present in the room. I cannot figure out how to open my mouth, it feels like I will die if I do.

If you’re near me and want to help, speak to me softly and kindly and I might be able to accept a hug. Non-verbal hugging is best. Or a gentle but firm hand on my back or leg or somewhere grounding to my body. Being told “it’ll be ok” can be helpful. Being told I’m safe and no one needs anything from me is good. These are things I’ve found in the past that work.

Please don’t make me speak or think before I am ready to. If I try too soon to rise to the occasion of communication I will plunge all the way back in again. I don’t have control until I do have control. The more control I try to have when I’m still shut down, the worse the situation gets. Me retreating away from people with regular check-ins, and asking for silence and kind petting is the only thing I know that works.

Please don’t ask me to process what happened with you… At least not until the next day if I seem talkative then, or if we’re engaged in a normal conversation already. Ask if I’m ready to talk about it. I might not be. I’ll let you know when I am if you ask me. Please respect what I tell you. This takes time to climb out of.

If you feel bad about what I’m going through, please take care of yourself and try not to. I can’t help you right now. I’m sorry for that. In fact I’m beating myself up about it inside probably. I feel like a fucking asshole out of control animal and I also feel weak and I’m also trying to preserve myself and my brain and find safety so I can not be like this anymore. I desperately do not want to be feeling the way I feel or acting this way anymore. Inside I feel wild and afraid and it isn’t your fault — but you can definitely make it much worse if I can’t get away from external stimulus. I am in the intense experience of overwhelm.

My known triggers are: angry sounding voices directed at me, fear that I’m letting someone down or being needed when I can’t help, not expecting to be social and having a social occasion sprung on me without a day (or enough quiet personal time) to prepare, having recently been in a fight with a friend or loved one, being approached in an objectifying manner about sex and/or sex that feels nonconsensual or disconnected and moving too fast for me to process, being told what I’m thinking or what I’m feeling (rather than questioned about it), accusing me of doing things I’m not doing for reasons I’m not intending, being around homophobic family members, interacting with people who have been abusive or traumatizing to me in the past… There are others. There are triggers I’m sure I don’t know about too. Even these listed triggers don’t always throw me into this overwhelmed freeze, especially if I’m in a good solid healthy space. Sometimes it takes a number of these triggers over the course of a few days to add up for me to experience the one that breaks the camel’s back and sends me spiraling out. There are triggers which I think I’m on top of, yet still every now and then I trip up on. I’m surprised by what sneaks up on me and what doesn’t, and sometimes I see it coming a mile away…

Here’s how I try to take care of my triggered state: When I’m able I say outloud that, “I’m triggered and I need some space” to anyone I trust or am engaging with who’s around me. My brain gets really really really basic with my language. What this means is exactly what it sounds like. As my verbal and self-expressive centers start to fail inside of me, and I’m less and less capable of actually speaking words or making sense, the freeze and terror feelings start to introduce uncontrollable crying. I try to say what I actually need in hopes that I’ll get it and can start to breathe and deescalate. Before I dissociate completely and am doing things which may or may not make sense to anyone watching me, I usually end up saying one phrase over and over again, hoping it will be heard. Usually it is, “please stop”. This means Stop. This means stop speaking to me. Stop asking me questions. Stop needing me to respond to you. Stop asking me to make decisions. Stop yelling at me or using a harsh tone with me. Stop poking at me. Stop. Stop. Stop. Please stop. Stop talking at me or passive-aggressively around me so that I can overhear your inner monologue and stop pushing me. Please stop. As my nervous system shuts down and my muscles tighten and begin to shake, the only way I can resurface is with time, lots of breathing, warmth, hugs (maybe — depending if I feel safe in my body or with any particular person hugging me), quiet, kind words and calming vocal tones, gentleness, and reminders that I’m going to be ok.

I will plunge back under, drowning in the sea of darkness and physical seizing, fear, and despair if you criticize me at this moment, or need me to listen to you explain a bunch of things when I’m begging you to stop stimulating me.

This is what my triggered place is like.

I’m sorry I don’t always see it coming and get out of the way in time.

I cannot take care of you or your emotions when I am in it for the length of time that I am in it. I don’t expect you to take care of me, but I do need you to disengage completely if you cannot do the simple things I ask (stop, kind help), or if you cannot stop yourself from doing the things which undermine even further my functionality.

I am laying here writing this, amazed, that I can be writing this clearly. I still can’t open my mouth or move my tense shaking body, but I can observe my state and intellectually parse, fingers on keyboard, elbows and arms still pinned frozen to my sides. My cat is cuddled up, warming my side. It’s helping me be here in my physical body even if I can’t locate my verbal self. My intellect seems to be computing along, driving, doing, autopilot. I can’t feel my insides. My emotions seem dead or far away and wrapped up in baffling. I’m cold even though I shouldn’t be. The thought of food makes me want to throw up even though it’s dinnertime and I was hungry a little while ago.

I have a lot of experience being very high functioning. There’s always been work, school, friends I can’t speak about my feelings with, networking to do, rehearsal, supporting others’ emotional states, roommates not to upset, people around, expectations, students coming over, work shifts to get to… I have a lot of experience moving out of my body, out of my emotions, and letting my intellect do the autopilot driving.

To someone on the outside it probably doesn’t seem like I’m triggered or really fucked up right now, or that I have a really bad stomachache and headache, that I’m not inside my own body, that I’m not experiencing the moment or the physical place I’m inhabiting. I’m writing this. Earlier I was looking up articles about “how to help someone who’s triggered” to explain my situation via text to my friend who was nearby when this episode took hold because I couldn’t open my mouth to answer their persisting questions. In the past, from the outside, I’ve just looked like a regular everyday me sitting on a curb in the rain or snow not coming inside for a long time… I can’t move my body without warmth sometimes, except to wave or smile at someone driving by so they don’t think I’m crazy. My brain can do robotic “everything’s fine” faces for strangers.

It’s a weird kind of layered reality which reminds me of “Being John Malkovich”. Those people are in his head controlling his body. I’m like him: in the dark, losing motor control, and a bunch of things I’m doing don’t make sense to people around me who know me. It also seems like maybe I’m just fine to others. I’m not. I don’t know when I will be.

They tell you to drink water or eat when you’re triggered (maybe because it means you have to open your mouth?). I cannot figure out how to do that. Still. It’s been an hour? I feel dead inside. And afraid. Like running away. Everything seems really violent and not ok… When I tell you I’m triggered, please just stop everything and say, “Ok. How can I help you?” in your calmest talking to a little kid voice, and then whatever I say just accept it for what it is, and if you need to ask me questions about your own emotional stuff please don’t until I can talk again. If I say I can’t answer questions (or I literally freeze up and don’t answer your questions) it means I don’t have my brain back yet and I can’t figure out how to do it. The more you press, the worse my brain gets, the more I regress back into my actively triggered darkness reality, the longer it takes me to come back and talk. If you can’t emotionally handle waiting for me to come back it’s ok. Just let me know you can’t deal with my triggers so you’re going to let me take some space and to come find you when I’m ready to talk. I will do my best. I thank you for respecting what I’m telling you, and for you taking care of yourself (and thereby me) by putting up your own respectful boundaries.

Please don’t accuse me of anything if I’ve told you I’m triggered. It makes it worse really fast. I promise you when I take responsibility for being in a triggered state that I’m not blaming you, I’m telling you something that’s going on so I can try to stop the process I feel myself being sucked into. I might not be able to tell you before it goes too far, but I’ll ask for space if I can. If you want to help: kindness, soft words, “it’ll be ok” (I might protest if I’m feeling wildly out of control, and that’s ok, it’s just my feelings and I can’t let them go until I’ve processed them), getting me food or water or tea, a steady hand on my back, asking if I want a hug or a blanket, listening to me and not responding if I do talk, not judging me, not making me do anything I’m not ready to do, not pressing if I’m not answering… These are the things you can do which should help me.

My triggers aren’t about you, unless they are. If they are and you know you tripped them, please apologize. Sincerely, it really helps. It’s no big deal in the big picture, but it holds a lot of weight in this moment. I assume you didn’t mean to (we’re friends in this scenario). Apologizing for triggering me (or making my triggers worse by arguing with me when I’ve told you I’m triggered and need whatever is happening between us to stop) goes a long way toward helping me trust you and feel safe again and begin to relax and unfreeze.

It takes me days to get over my triggers sometimes, sometimes only hours. I feel like a part of my brain has blown out of my head and I’m exhausted and slow. My face usually looks like I’ve been crying and not sleeping, ’cause usually that’s true. That stresses me out a lot too. Believing people are judging me because I look stressed or tired or like I’ve been crying makes unwinding from this freeze and overwhelm harder. Sometimes that stress contributes to retriggering me more easily. It definitely adds to the tiredness I feel. All of this sucks the energy out of me. It takes a while to rebuild. I need a lot of calm alone time and warm kind friend time to get back up. It helps if you can make me laugh.

All I can really tell you is: I’m numb. Tomorrow my head will hurt from crying, my body will be sore from having seized muscles for so long, and I’ll be tired, very very tired, my brain still won’t be functioning properly. I’ll be very easily startleable. The space behind my eyeballs especially hurts and aches, so does the space at the back of my neck and base of my skull. I’ll be stressed out about it all. I’ll be maddeningly (at least to me) slow.

I try to stop the snowball from rolling downhill: “I’m triggered. I need this to stop. Please stop. I need some space. Please be kind to me…” I’m doing the best I can for all of us, but especially me. If you’re a friend try to understand or at least care enough not to not make it worse.

I still can’t open my mouth. I’m so tired. I can’t figure out how to shut down and rest. I can’t figure out how to reactivate or come back to present.

I know soon enough I’ll be back inside of me. In time. With enough breathing.

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Following are some suggestions others have written to me about how they ground themselves when they find themselves feeling triggered. I think most people experience being triggered, panic attacks, or PTSD at some point (if not recurring) in their lives. It’s deeply personal to navigate these scenes, and not everyone looks like I do when they are in that space. Some of these suggestions work for me, some do not. I hope this writing and this list helps you and yours if you need ideas. Having written this all out, communicated with others, and some time passing has helped me a lot:

  • Breathe
  • Eating and/or drinking
  • Get outside and feel the cold, the wind, your bare feet solid on the ground
  • Visit the ocean, mountains, woods, a lake or stream
  • Wander, take a walk, and talk to strangers, be present for someone else
  • Change your location and get away from overstimulation
  • Step away, ground, and breathe
  • Rubbing a stone or piece of wood between your fingers
  • Frozen oranges: The cold helps, and as they warm they release their essential oils, and tactilely get softer. Or take a warm shower with a frozen orange, the combination of hot/cold sensations, smell, and taste roots you back in the body sensually
  • Hot shower
  • Cold shower, running hands under cold water, an ice cube on the forearms
  • Mind altering or mood altering or LOUD music
  • Wild unchoreographed dancing
  • Aromatherapy oils (lavender, dragon’s blood, sandalwood, cedar, or burning oak to name a few) on facial pressure points and tops of feet
  • Crystals, moonlight rituals, lighting incense, holding a particular stone to ground back in the body
  • Smudging oneself with smoke, take a tincture of essential oils
  • Pet cuddles, love, and warmth
  • The act of creation/being creative
  • Drawing circles or something which requires active noticing and attention to details
  • Make a snowman, do simple things
  • Look around the room and say the things you see, out loud if you feel safe to
  • Find close friends who will understand and listen while you process
  • Seek out kindness and help from others
  • Sometimes very gentle non-verbal touching can help (sometimes)
  • Find comfort knowing it’s only your brain trying to protect you, and that you are bigger than fear
  • Tell yourself you love you
  • Repeating a comforting mantra
  • Remembering you are not alone

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~ Creature

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