My predominate medfet is girls who need to wear masks for medical reasons (and that can include COVID/long COVID, transplant, allergies and various other things). I absolutely love being able to go into this medfet online, with people that may not share my medfet, but are at least generally tolerant and understanding, as I strive to be for them. I have even written fiction around my medfet, but withdrew what I had here, because of restrictions that were put in place about pandemic talk (not sure the situation now).
I think about girls in medically required masks a good portion of the day. I'm pretty fixated. Hypersexual? I don't know. But definitely sexually frustrated. I am severely disabled from birth and have moved around a lot, so my sexual expression with people has been impaired. I have never had a girlfriend, even. Just three kisses with girls, all when I was in my mid-teens. So, I do think a lot of this is bottled up for me, and if it takes posting about my medfet or other fetishes in appropriate online forums, then sobeit. I am healthier if I make use of that.
For years, I saw an art therapist that my family recommended, and many of my "artpieces" were indeed sexually charged, whether I realized it at the time or not. This caused a session where I just talked to her the whole session, and divulged this medfet, and we talked about it and it was intense, but it was probably lifesaving, because I think part of me wasn't OK with this for a while. But the fact is, as a person disabled from birth, I have been in hospitals so, so much, and been exposed to so, so many traumas. It seems weird that a fetish would develop in spite of the trauma, but it evidently has, and I gladly take it. Maybe the fetish is some coping mechanism. I don't know.
Last week at the outpatient center, while I went to wound care, I happened upon a young woman of presumably 18/19, fair skin and light brown long hair, dressed in long pants and a sweatshirt, her mouth and nose covered by a white duckbill N95 mask, the bands holding it in place clinging visibly to her head. Her mother was assisting her to an appointment. She moved well, but I will say I was surprised to see such a pretty girl masked in public and got to wondering her "masking story". We're way past the point of any masking mandate, at least for now.
Thank you all who read through all this. It's really special to be able to divulge these things and people will listen. I've only been here a few years, but can't remember life without Zity.