Just curious and thought I'd ask yall in the umd community haha

but what made you realize that you had a thing for anything things messy?

And would you rather be on the giving or receiving side of the mess?

It quite weird for me.
First of all impotent information - I don't like to eat sweet foods since I was 2 years old as my parents say. I don't like chocolate, cakes, Nutella, whipped cream etc. However in the wam world I only getting dirty in sweet food.

One day, at age of 8-9 or something like this I pee on the street behind the food store as I come back from school, and there was another kid nearby, who drop his chocolate pudding in there in purpose. And I looked at it, how it spilling. The looks of it. And I was unable to break the contact with that. This was the first time that I understand that the chocolate pudding doing something to me. In the the next few months I start play with nutella and pudding at home.

By the way, even today, at the age of 36, I can't eat sweet food. I just don't like it. Only in wam.

Gunge was a big part of TV during my formative years - there were plenty of gameshows where it was the focus, either throughout or in the big finale being hyped up before and after every round, and it seemed almost obligatory for variety shows to also have a segment with a gunge tank that got used at least once a week. Once I started having sexual fantasies, it was inevitable that mess would start creeping into them.

As for giving and receiving, I've only ever given to myself and received from myself. I'd love to do either with a partner one day... I'm just not in the right headspace for that right now. I'm stuck in the Groucho Marx paradox, "I wouldn't be a part of any club that would have me as a member." I couldn't respect anybody that would have me as a partner

I'm sure books can be written on what triggers a fetish. For me, I was in middle school watching an episode of the Mickey Mouse Club where a girl got a pie in her face for her birthday. Something clicked and I got super excited.

Was kind of a process.

The spark was browsing Yahoo News and seeing a story about a bride-to-be who did a trash the dress session with paint with her bridesmaids and I remember feeling weirdly aroused by the pictures of everyone's gowns covered in paint.

I don't remember what led me to it specifically but the next thing was me finding a TopGunge Christmas special on YouTube and really feeling something watching Lisa get covered in white gunge in an evening gown. Back then I thought it was me feeling bad for her because her nice outfit was getting ruined, so it was only natural that I rub myself in response.

Googled "slimed in evening gown" and was incredibly surprised at how much stuff popped up, and moreso at the fact that it wasn't celebrities doing this.

Then I had a teacher wear a literal racerback maxi dress and sandals to school one day. Saw the long dress, my brain gears got moving, went home and googled "maxi dress gunge" (I don't know why I googled that and not "gunged in maxi dress" but that's not important), got a result almost immediately, and to this day I'm still not sure whether my thing for maxi dresses is mostly because of Wam or not.

And neither. I'm on the watching side.

I had a bit recently where I wondered if I might be genderfluid, and thought that if I enjoyed it I might try putting on one of my dream outfits for a custom and getting a bunch of whipped cream and pieing myself repeatedly in the shower until my outfit was covered, but it's not really a priority at the moment.

Think the moment I was born and the sensation of substance around me.


And both

Sally James

Skinny dipping as a younger teen and finding some deep soft mud, it was on after that.

In middle school I have 2d art and it's with paint and during clean up my classmates we're playing with paint the were covering their hands with it and then at the end of the semester my teacher said we are going to make art with shaving cream and my classmates are covering their arms with it so I was like I want to try that at home I'm on both sides I'm a giver and receiver

I don't know if this made me a fan or simply made me realize I was a fan, but getting an erection the first time I watched the short (but, at least to me, very memorable) paddling and gunge sequence in the 1970s film "Fraternity Row" did it for me.

Many years ago, before there was internet, Penthouse magazine introduced their companion magazine "Penthouse Forum." There was a story from a guy relating how he and his girlfriend stopped at an ice cream stand and, long story short, his girlfriend got into an argument with the girl working behind the counter and eventually had each other covered in syrup, ice cream and strawberry sauce. Apparently it was all planned and they both gave the guy a BJ in the end. By the time I got done reading this story, I was so "hard" it hurt.

Interesting - it's quite the same for me, don't eat any of the stuff I like to get messy with - won't eat custard, cream, porridge, eggs etc - I wonder if fetishes come about as a way of "getting over" things that you find disgusting or bad - when I was young I really didn't like watches or moustaches, now these are two things that turn me on enormously.

A topic that's been brought up many times . To start I'm definitely into giving out the mess than receiving the mess, receiving the mess or trying to gunge myself does nothing for me , it's cold , horrible and a right pain to clean up and definitely not for me! I suppose what got me into WAM was get your own back , the idea that mess could be a punishment, a thing you did not want , I also loved those late 90s early 00s shows : wudja cudja, indecent proposals, I bet you will , cruel summer/winter just loved seeing those boy next door types get messy .

Chance, circumstance, self discovery at a very young age before I ever understood sexuality. Mud found me when I was 2 years old. TV and adolescence did the rest for me.

Seeing men in wet or sweaty clothes

Oh, and Tommy. It was shown television when I was quite young. I instantly wanted to be in that outfit being swept along the floor by the voluminous torrents. The funny thing was how the sequence finishes and it's all 'just a fantasy', but **k me that shoot was real and I knew that sort of thing could be had!

Tiswas.