During sexual play, I really enjoy wearing sleek, silky nightgowns. When that is not available I’ll settle for a lacey camisole and a slip. Sounds like a fetish, right?
Perhaps. But it is far more than that.
A shallow but accurate analysis concludes that the feel of the material against my skin and the visual appeal of the nightgown when I look in the mirror are stimulating.
A deeper and equally accurate analysis reveals that I am insisting on being sexualized in a feminine way. Whether to myself or to a partner, I’m saying: “sexualize me as a woman.” I want it no other way.
This is about identity and empowerment. Calling it a fetish doesn’t stand up.