I admit. I have a rare condition called uniform fetishism. My unified fetishism is essentially sexual. A unified fetishism is a kind of sexual fetish, in which one person is evoked by uniform. Yes, you read right, uniforms can help solve sexual problems. Well, it works for me. However, this does not make me a jerk. What I advocate is that all people in diversity must be allowed to explore our right to desire without obstacles.
It is worth noting that there is very little academic literature on uniforms as fetishes. In general, the most common uniforms in the unified fetish category include police, prison guards, soldiers, female students and nurses.
Sociologists describe a unified fetishism as someone who gets sexual pleasure from watching other people wearing typical uniforms. As far as I am concerned, my irrational obsession is a uniform worn by women in the South African Police Department [SAPS]. And, for me, it is also directly related to the existence of guns.
Dr. Dinesh Bhugra and Dr. Padmal De Silva are among the few researchers who have studied this phenomenon. Their 1996 papers examined the functions of uniforms and their relationship to sexual fantasies and sexual fetishism. They pointed out that uniforms can be regarded as "skins", which can be material and attractive in terms of sex, and can enable individuals to display and control power. Bhugra and Da Silva describe the function of the uniform as "five F" [formal, fashion, fun, fantasy and superstition].
For me, I have a unique puzzle about blue women. I wanted to sleep with an armed woman wearing a South African police uniform. I know this is weird but listen to me. My wish will not make me a masochist. I have no sexual perversion, so I will not associate police uniforms with punishment or torture as part of sexual pleasure.
I have long-standing conditions for the fetishism of the blue woman. I was keenly aware of this in the early 1990s. More and more women are joining the police station, which will only worsen my condition. Somehow, I feel that I am sexually perverted, but I realize that I am not. In any case, many forms of sociological deviations are not subject to legal sanctions, so I am not a sex crime.
In 1999, when I finally dated the police, my gender fetish reached its climax. Yes, I once loved a woman because she was wearing a police uniform and waving a gun. I must admit it. She is not the kind of girl I am. She is short and has a chubby complexion. As the readers of this column know, I prefer my tall, slender and yellow bones to women.
For this particular woman, I am sure that I am wearing a police uniform and have not attracted her by her side. Let us say this, I was attracted by her sex to be a policeman in uniform and with a gun. If you can call it short-lived, our love "gossip". We have fun. I have to shorten it because my unified fetishism is very thin. She is an emotional person who needs emotional excitement beyond her career. I can't exist emotionally for her. I'm not her.
In fact, the extent of my entry into her is that she can only come to see me during working hours and wait for it - she must wear a police uniform and put the gun in the holster. As part of our game, my job is to disarm and take off her clothes so that I can be with her. Obviously, this is at least unsustainable for her. For me, it feels like having your own cake and eating it. I have time in my life. I have never revealed to her the conditions of my unified fetishism. She really believes that I am romantically attracted to her. Poor thing!
Our relationship is suddenly over. She thought about falling in love with me. However, for her determination, I had to pass the emotional test. In our one-time contact, she encountered an incident in which a condom occurred. Obviously, in fact we have to get an emergency contraceptive that we can play, "couples." A few weeks later she told me she was pregnant. She also asked us to conduct HIV/AIDS testing. However, every time we made an appointment to test, she did not pitch. Any meeting with her becomes very troublesome, because if she finds that I am infected with HIV/AIDS, she threatens to commit suicide.
A month later, in a strange remorse, she admitted that she had just played games with my brain. She has neither HIV/AIDS nor pregnancy or suicide. "I just want to see if you love me," she said. For me, during this time, I was scared because I was worried that I might be infected with sexually transmitted diseases, especially HIV/AIDS. Although, I feel relieved, she is not pregnant, I can't forgive her for letting me through the emotional roller coaster, just to see if I love her. In fact, I did not fall in love with her, but fell in love with her police uniform. After this episode, my condition was cured in some way. I now regard police women as women, not just objects of desire.
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