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.theguardian - 10 days ago

Just when we think we know ourselves, we change

I was never afraid of heights – and then, after wondering what it might be like to fall, I wasWhen I was at university, my neighbour in halls was doing his dissertation on niche erotica – acts that weren’t overtly sexual but involved someone doing something (sitting on cake, stroking a lizard) in an “erotic” way. I am certain now that this chap’s investigation was a ruse, rather like me being a 30-year-old and still eating Dairylea Lunchables as a “journalistic inquiry into dietary trends”.But I was a naive 18-year-old who had grown up in a conservative Asian community. How, I wondered, did people discover their niche fantasies? Were they struck by them at random, like lightning. Would I be? I’d fret about walking down the street and being drawn to some poor mug doing a restaurant promo in a sweetcorn costume. What if, in that moment, it became my could I ask any self-respecting man to dress up like a Nando’s side dish? I would be certain to die unfulfilled or alone. Continue reading...

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