In The Other Side of Desire, NY Times writer Daniel Bergner chronicles the erotic lives of 4 fetishists in what I consider one of the most sensitive, thoughtful, provacative books I've ever read on fetishists. A chapter is dedicated to each of their stories. The chapter entitled "The Phantom of the Opera" is dedicated to a foot fetishist named Jeff, who struggles deeply with his obsession. He tries to out himself to his wife and tries to fulfill his desires with sex work (which left him feeling "humiliated"). Jeff ultimately decides to pursue psychiatric help. As part of his treatment he is put on an anti-androgen called Lupron; essentially, he is chemically castrated. He felt that he was a freak with an unacceptable desire. He was half right. That his sexual urges and desires were focused on feet is what would be deemed an unacceptable desire. He wanted to be rid of it. He wanted to relinquish the ecstasy he experienced when he capitulated to his love of feet. He wanted to be normal.  

I'm a fetishist. Ever since I was a little girl, I've desired breasts in an insatiable way. They are the centerpiece of my complex erotic bouquet (if you will). When I read about Jeff, I wanted to talk to him, offer up my story, offer up my feet, tell him that some of the best sex I've had has been...