If you could go back in time to before your first major WAM session and tell your younger self about all the messy things you would do throughout your life, how would your young self react?
This is just for fun, but I'm particularly interested in responses from people who came to WAM later on down their journey, or were introduced to it by a partner, or became a WAM producer.
Mr. Rhee said: If I could time travel, (and talk to my younger self) I wouldn't waste time talking about sexual experiences. I would tell myself to buy Apple and Amazon stock.
I think my younger self would severely distrust someone claiming to be "from the future" who wanted to talk about my forthcoming sexual experiences and had nothing more important to say.
My first wam sexual experience was when I was 18 with my high school girlfriend (she actually worked in a bakery) but even before that, I really never had any doubts that I would be able to satisfy my messy fantasies. I I think that probably puts me in the minority here, but I honestly never worried that my fantasies were "too weird" to ever be realized.
I think your question presupposes a scenario involving the younger "someone" who feared that they would never be able to satisfy their wam cravings.
Before I owned a car, I was certain that I would one day own a car. I didn't know how I would get one, I didn't know the details, but I was certain it was in my future to own a car. I felt the same way about wam sex.
I don't know if that means I was well-adjusted, uncommonly lucky or foolishly optimistic
I think that level of confidence is very useful in terms of making it actually happen - I imagine believing it's going to happen makes it easier to present the idea to partners and potential partners, and as a fun and sexy thing to do.
I was the opposite - convinced I was weird and it was never going to happen. As a result it took a long time before it did. My message to my younger self would be "Just tell your girlfriend you want to cover her in custard already!" And I guess my thought immediately before my first session with my now-wife was "Woah, I can't believe this is actually happening!"
If I went back to my 18 year old self with a description of where I would be at age 56, just coming off 25 years of, front line experience with a fetish that I thought I was the only adherent on earth, my young self would never believe it. However, if my older self could make a believer of me, and I'm a pretty good salesman, then it would have changed my entire outlook on life.
Old Self: Hey kid, I'm from the future. 20 years from now you are going to become the McCartney sidekick to a John Lennon like genius in the sexual perversion of your wildest dreams.
Kid Self: Yeah right.
Old Self: I'm quite serious. Look at the phone/navigation system/message center/television studio/general purpose computer here in my pocket. See all these photos and videos with your name in the credits?
Going back in time to my younger self would make no difference at all, because I was stuck with the wam curse since since I was 4-5 years old and that is when I first became fascinated by wam. You don't have any decisions to make, it's like being gay....you are what you are and you just learn to live the way you are. I am like Popeye the Sailorman....who said "I yam what I yam, and that's all what I yam."
Perhaps if I went back in time to when I was an embryo things would have changed if I had a different upbringing, but going back to being a young person would make no difference at all because I feel the same way I do about wam now I am in my 60's, as I did when I was 10 years old....nothing has changed.
The only thing that would change my thinking about wam, would be to have a lobotomy or when I get really old I get Alzheimers in the future and then I will not know what wam is.
Mr. Rhee said: I think your question presupposes a scenario involving the younger "someone" who feared that they would never be able to satisfy their wam cravings.
I think it's more that I ended up doing more than I ever intended. If my young fantasy was merely to "get messy, have a pie fight and play in some mud", I would have been stoked to hear "No, you'll go so much further than that - you will dive into giant cakes and sink to your neck in mud; you'll gunge women and lie in a bed full of shaving foam; you'll have your underwear filled with all manner of slop and even get occasional messy enemas! You are Alice and this is your rabbit hole...."
The confidence thing is definitely a game changer though. A lot of good things could have happened to me much sooner if I'd just been more confident to say.
Mr. Rhee said: I think your question presupposes a scenario involving the younger "someone" who feared that they would never be able to satisfy their wam cravings.
I think it's more that I ended up doing more than I ever intended. If my young fantasy was merely to "get messy, have a pie fight and play in some mud", I would have been stoked to hear "No, you'll go so much further than that - you will dive into giant cakes and sink to your neck in mud; you'll gunge women and lie in a bed full of shaving foam; you'll have your underwear filled with all manner of slop and even get occasional messy enemas! You are Alice and this is your rabbit hole...."
The confidence thing is definitely a game changer though. A lot of good things could have happened to me much sooner if I'd just been more confident to say.
i grew up on a farm so getting muddy and dirty was part of life. covered in oil? normal. hosing yourself down or having to undress before walking int eh house after feeding the cows bc it was piss pouring rain and you chased a few through the deep mud? norm. never would i have imagined having so much fun getting in not only clean mud but some nasty mud (not COW mud) but river mud and having SUCH A BLAST. it was so normal and everyone was always getting dirty. now? i ITCH to make it bigger. find more stuff. so i see what you are saying. its pretty cool, huh??
I wouldn't want to send my younger self to therapy with the stories of the weird stuff ive done. All id say is "Wam can get expensive, get a Costco membership and lots of plastic sheeting!".