Others may well have thought and/or expressed this (I searched and didn't find anything similar, so...)
What if your fetish, your "thing," the image that floats your boat, melts your Velveeta, and shifts your gearstick into "Drive" is......women (or men, if you are so inclined) wearing a surgical mask.
And of COURSE they exist. "Rule 34" and all that.
Wouldn't you be absolutely having a field day right now?
Wellllll.....I don't think so. See....
Put it in the context of your special.....thing.
Imagine that everywhere you looked, women were getting hit with pies. Or sitting in cakes. Or covered in mud...or slime...or whatever. Everyone. The hot blonde at the coffee shop. That cute reporter on Channel 12 News. The slutty cougar down the street with the bulbous hairdo and matching tushie. Everyone.
I figure for most people, the first 48 hours or so, you would be so constantly stimulated that you wouldn't be able to get any work done. But, before long, that image that used to rock your naughty bits is so commonplace, so ubiquitous, so...well, normal that it ceases to trigger any reaction at all. It wouldn't be a blessing, but very much a nightmare of Twilight Zone-ish proportions. In my mind, I can hear Rod Serling intoning the episode's summation.
So to any surgical mask aficionados out there.....sorry, dude. I feel your pain.
(BTW, insomnia-provoked thought #634.....with everyone constantly wearing those masks and working or otherwise spending a lot of time exposed to the sun...will they all soon be exhibiting a facial tan line that looks like a reverse cartoonish beard shadow? Think a negative of Fred Flintstone.....)
I had my first dream affected by covid last night. I get recurring dreams one of them is that I'm an adult but I'm back in high school for some reason. Like I missed one credit and now I have to go back or something weird like that.
But we all had masks and were concerned that they don't really help all that much because we're still all stuck close together in fairly small rooms with desks that other people used before us. It was kinda surreal.
Regarding your original dilemma, I believe it was WAMTEC who said the best way to kill your fetish was to become a producer.
for me it probably would lessen the effect it has but also WAM has to be in context for me and it being everywhere might have no effect at all unless sex/kink/'fun' was mentioned.
Like pain play at the right time I have lots of friends who love it, but watching someone hurt (spanked, not broken arm) or getting hurt themselves has no kink-effect and overtime it doubt it would lessen the playful pain aspect...though I would worry about what was going on in their lives if they constantly saw folks getting spanked, flogged and hot-waxed by accident.
Love you, too
