I have just discovered that I have a fetish! Cutting up a creation that was once dear to me and putting it back together to make something else in the name of getting my aggressions out, is the most thrilling thing I've done since, well, the first time I wore no underpants to my next door neighbor's house and I was five. And I was already cutting up loads of stuff back then, but my parents didn't allow me to have such nice scissors. I'm telling you I have finally discovered that yes I do have a fetish and yes I am proud of it even if sadly the end result has nothing to do with the feeling or the process of catharsis achieved. And that is when I have a pair of very shiny, very sharp scissors who whisper 'swish' but not 'Swiss' to me in my hands as I open and close them. The little metallic snap that they make at the end, which is most definitely the most seductive of sounds, sends me to higher heights.
Hope you are enjoying unspoiled beauty today,
Yours and watch out for my right hand,