Warning: the following post is totally self-indulgent fluff. But I enjoyed it. Stick around for the pictures.
Dictionaries can be so enlightening. See, I thought the word fetish meant something you (me) needed to achieve sexual gratification. If that was the case, I’d be a very unhappy woman. So instead of calling my, er, interest in men with long hair a fetish, I downgraded it to a mere fascination. But I decided to look fetish up on Dictionary.com and learned something. (The comments in italics are mine.)
fet·ish – noun
1. an object regarded with awe as being the embodiment or habitation of a potent spirit or as having magical potency. (Potency? Yes. Magical? Not so much. I’m safe.)
2. any object, idea, etc., eliciting unquestioning reverence, respect, or devotion: to make a fetish of high grades. (Nope. Not me either. Whew.)
3. Psychology: any object or non-genital part of the body that causes a habitual erotic response or fixation. (Well shit.)
Habitual erotic response. Guilty. How many times have I taken a second look at masculine locks flirting with broad shoulders? Every time. How many times has said fixation led to an erotic response? All of them.
Fixation. I looked that word up too: a preoccupation with one subject, issue, etc.; obsession. Obsession. Bingo! I know that subject well. Let me share it with you.
And let’s not forget the guy who is far from my first fixation, but definitely the most enduring.