Variant(s): also fe·tich \ˈfe-tish also ˈfē-\
Function: noun
Etymology: French & Portuguese; French fétiche, from Portuguese feitiço, from feitiço artificial, false, from Latin facticius factitious
Date: 1613
1 a: an object (as a small stone carving of an animal) believed to have magical power to protect or aid its owner ; broadly : a material object regarded with superstitious or extravagant trust or reverence b: an object of irrational reverence or obsessive devotion : prepossession c: an object or bodily part whose real or fantasied presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification and that is an object of fixation to the extent that it may interfere with complete sexual expression2: a rite or cult of fetish worshipers3: fixation
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I think everyone has fetishes, although they do not realize it. My own fetishes are created constantly, and are always changing, yet there are a few that I cannot wrap my head around; there are also some that I have which others cannot understand, and that is okay. I believe that everyone needs to have a fixation, though that fixation should not be permitted to consume him or her.
How is a fetish created? Try this:
Go into your yard and pluck a blade of grass. Smell it. What does its smell remind you of? Don’t say “grass”; that’s cheating! Childhood summers of walking barefoot? Mowing your lawn right before a thunderstorm? Somewhere in that smell is a memory. Now, run that blade of grass over your arm. Feel the rough texture that cannot be felt when you walk over it. That texture is similar to a cat’s tongue, don’t you think? Look at the color of your blade of grass. Perhaps it is a deep emerald green, or maybe in your hometown, it has more of a bluish tinge. Can you associate the color with something else? If you’re really brave, run your tongue over the blade of grass. Were you surprised how it tasted, or how it felt on your tongue? Now rip the blade down the middle and listen to the sound it creates.
That is the process I go through when something becomes a fetish for me, I literally use all of my senses. If something appeals to most of my senses, it very easily becomes a fetish. Some people have claimed that I am strange, or overly sexual, and this may be true (I am not a blusher unless I am flirting). One of my most well-known fetishes is for werewolves. Obviously I cannot experience a werewolf with all of my senses, but the sight and sound I experience from them is overwhelming, and therefore a fetish was born.
So, my contribution to this page is going to focus on fetishes (if that was not obvious by now!). I would like to spotlight a new fetish or two each week and see if I am able to wrap my head around it, or convince you, the reader, that the fetish is not “strange”.