I have a bit of a lava lamp fetish. They are kind of hideous, but there is something so therapeutic about them.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience.
I don't have very many little fetishes, but the one I do have is that I like a particular mug to drink out of. It's just a small china cup, and I get very upset if my husband moves it.
I am for fetishisation! All of us have our favourite things, and they speak to us.
I'm a great lighter and lover of candles, particularly fragranced ones, as I'm kind of addicted to scent.
I have a candle permanently on my Jacuzzi because I love me some candles.
I like candles. It helps cover up for the fact that I have four male roommates.
A strong hatred is the best lamp to bear in our hands as we go over the dark places of life, cutting away the dead things men tell us to revere.
I like the light that comes off metal shutters at siesta time in the summer, having a break from driving in the shops at motorway services, the odour of petrol at petrol stations, rolling down little slopes. I hate it when you tread in a puddle and the water soaks your socks.
I like feet. I definitely have a fetish. I love to see a man's bare foot, but its got to be taken care of. If they're not well manicured, you've got to wonder what the rest of him is like. I don't want to get in bed with somebody and feel his gnarly feet.
I love having candles, especially when you get downtime. I could just pass out seeing the flame flicker with the lights off.