Do I have a Fetish for Taboo Fetishes?

Tabus are turning me on. And that’s tough because I like to think of myself as being very kink-positive, as long as someone’s kink or fetish wasn’t really morally corrupt I would never dream of demonizing them for having it. I’d love a world where I could talk as openly about fucking my boyfriend in the ass when I have a couple of drinks in the pub with close friends as he could talk about fucking me, but I can’t see us getting the same response quickly. I reserve the right and the capacity to get ridiculously massively turned on by these’ Taboos’ until the world breaks the stigma surrounding certain kinks. By fetishes most individuals would be weakened by the mere whisper of, by lower known kinks deemed too filthy even for the kinkiest of kink-sters. It’s quite often not even the acts I’m interested in, it’s just the general disapproval that surrounds them that makes me hot under the collar and humid between the legs. I read a lot of people’s tales about weird and unlikely stuff. I don’t always want to participate in it, I have very little interest in the actual procedures of true life, but I’m reading and thinking about it… YEP. In the best sense, it does me bad stuff.