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Feet

Feet. Feet. Feet. 


All these thirsty dudes are obsessed with the feet of women.


So weird. So strange. 


I don’t get the hype.


Feet and the toes. Feet and the toes.


So weird. So strange.


But, then I heard the theory that most psychologists have about feet-fetishes . . .


And . . . That shit was pretty damn sad to read. Heartbreaking, actually. 


They speculate that the men who are obsessed with women’s feet were neglected by their mothers when they were babies . . . and as they crawled around on their bellies, crying for their moms, all they could see were her feet, and all they could feel was  their suffering. 


Their only hope was to make it to their mothers feet, so she could pick him up and love him. She never does. And a footfetish is born . . . 


They continue to chase feet into adulthood. And society labels them as creeps. 


How strange. How weird. How sad . . .


-CH 3/28/25

 
 
 

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