Re:Did the sweaterfetish community die out?
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Re:Did the sweaterfetish community die out?
Folks I believe I'm done here. I have bought my last sweater from e-Bay. A nice J. Crew cable knit angora crew neck that I paid $59.00 for. I sweater that is 20 years old and most likely didn't sell for more than $30.00 new from the store. I must be insane! I have over 92 forty gallon plastic storage containers ( the largest Wal-Mart sells) full of angora sweaters. I do not even look at them unless I need a new sweater to soil on.
And I have been spanking onto sweaters since before puberty. I have no idea why? But I'm sure you understand that the the feeling of this action is very nice. It was real nice the first time it happened. It was spontanious. All I had to do when I was young is rub the sweater across my doodle and it would squirt all over. back then the only way to get a sweater was to get lucky and find one at a garage sale. Certainly I could not afford to go to a store and buy one. Plus the fact of trying to explain to a retail clerk back in the 1960s why I was buying a sweater for a girl or a woman.
Back in the beginning you had to be very careful. I think being gay would have been easier and more exceptable compared to my fetish. In High School I considered myself lucky if I could date a girl who owned angora. But I could never tell her that her sweaters made me aroused. And college dating in the 1970s was not any better. After college I did meet a girl, dated and soon married her. I never ever told her about my Angora fetish but I tell you she had the largest sweater wardrobe of any 20 year old in the world. It was soon difficult to explain why sweaters would disappear or be found soiled on. When we divorced after 11 years and four children I was accused of being a sexual disfunctional in court.
Today I'm re-married and my wife has tried to be supportive. But I'm 56 years old now and I have a life time supply of sweaters a hundreds times over. yet I continue to search through E-bay and buy more. Some days I'm getting 4,5 and 10 packages at a time. I must be OCD! I should contact the TV show "Horders" I wonder if they pay you to expose yourself as being insane.
Plus I started a YouTube channel to show off all of the PICs of girls in sweaters I have downloaded over the years. My hard drive must have a million or two PICs on it. I'm not even good with computers. By golly the electric typewriter wasn't even invented when I graduated high School. But Boy when broad band internet came along, and before "Newsgroups" were made illegal in the USA. I downloded PICs, PICs and more PICs. God I even save all the photos of the sweaters off E-bay. I'm insane!
Folks I remind you that I'm not a wealthy person. well maybe i could have been if i wasn't spending all my money on sweaters. I have seen recently how much the price of sweaters has gone up since I first started buying on E-bay in 2007. sweaters that should be selling for a dollar today are selling for a $100.00 bucks. because all of us are out there bidding the prices up and buying those Express sweaters ( I bought fifty of those 80 % angoras myself when they were in the stores) that sold for thirty dollars new for 300.00 used today on E-Bay. That is insane!
Now I know I'm in my last of days and I'm looking back and you know what? I do not feel good about who I am. Even a gay person has a better chance of having some self esteem. But how do i do that for myself? I'm depressed beyond any level I have ever been. I have thoughts of not only quitting my sweater hording but to simply give up on ever having any real love or happiness. I'm in a hopeless state, and I do fear I'm going to snuff it. I'm lucky to have a job but I do not have a career that will allow me to get ahead. There is nothing but shitheads in charge of my government. Yea, the good old Free America, you can have as much freedom as you can afford. The America that spends two triilon dollars on the elections but can't figure out why there is no money to help the people. The America that spends 15 times more money on waging war than the entire world combined, yet still can not figure out how jump start the economy again. My entire life is getting shugged off like a the world is dog and I'm wearing milk bone underware. I have no money left after paying for four children to go to college and number five has just atrted the 80 thousand dollar degree trail. And I still have number six in high school yet to go. I won't live long enough to retire.
I have job where it is expected to go in an hour early, work through lunch and stay three or four hours late everyday. A job where I have seen my co-workers use the vacation time they earn only to return to a pink slip. I have been doing this job for twenty five years always with a boot on my neck.
I tell you I'm insane! I'm shugged by life and I'm tired of fighting on.
Well I have ranted enough, nothing will ever improve and it is time to listen to the presidential debates where two very rich men will lie to me again. Oh God here comes the hope and change again...piss on them.... they do not care about me except to keep my working so they can tax me more...
I QUIT ! No one will notice I'm gone just another sad soul in the path of eternity.
And I have been spanking onto sweaters since before puberty. I have no idea why? But I'm sure you understand that the the feeling of this action is very nice. It was real nice the first time it happened. It was spontanious. All I had to do when I was young is rub the sweater across my doodle and it would squirt all over. back then the only way to get a sweater was to get lucky and find one at a garage sale. Certainly I could not afford to go to a store and buy one. Plus the fact of trying to explain to a retail clerk back in the 1960s why I was buying a sweater for a girl or a woman.
Back in the beginning you had to be very careful. I think being gay would have been easier and more exceptable compared to my fetish. In High School I considered myself lucky if I could date a girl who owned angora. But I could never tell her that her sweaters made me aroused. And college dating in the 1970s was not any better. After college I did meet a girl, dated and soon married her. I never ever told her about my Angora fetish but I tell you she had the largest sweater wardrobe of any 20 year old in the world. It was soon difficult to explain why sweaters would disappear or be found soiled on. When we divorced after 11 years and four children I was accused of being a sexual disfunctional in court.
Today I'm re-married and my wife has tried to be supportive. But I'm 56 years old now and I have a life time supply of sweaters a hundreds times over. yet I continue to search through E-bay and buy more. Some days I'm getting 4,5 and 10 packages at a time. I must be OCD! I should contact the TV show "Horders" I wonder if they pay you to expose yourself as being insane.
Plus I started a YouTube channel to show off all of the PICs of girls in sweaters I have downloaded over the years. My hard drive must have a million or two PICs on it. I'm not even good with computers. By golly the electric typewriter wasn't even invented when I graduated high School. But Boy when broad band internet came along, and before "Newsgroups" were made illegal in the USA. I downloded PICs, PICs and more PICs. God I even save all the photos of the sweaters off E-bay. I'm insane!
Folks I remind you that I'm not a wealthy person. well maybe i could have been if i wasn't spending all my money on sweaters. I have seen recently how much the price of sweaters has gone up since I first started buying on E-bay in 2007. sweaters that should be selling for a dollar today are selling for a $100.00 bucks. because all of us are out there bidding the prices up and buying those Express sweaters ( I bought fifty of those 80 % angoras myself when they were in the stores) that sold for thirty dollars new for 300.00 used today on E-Bay. That is insane!
Now I know I'm in my last of days and I'm looking back and you know what? I do not feel good about who I am. Even a gay person has a better chance of having some self esteem. But how do i do that for myself? I'm depressed beyond any level I have ever been. I have thoughts of not only quitting my sweater hording but to simply give up on ever having any real love or happiness. I'm in a hopeless state, and I do fear I'm going to snuff it. I'm lucky to have a job but I do not have a career that will allow me to get ahead. There is nothing but shitheads in charge of my government. Yea, the good old Free America, you can have as much freedom as you can afford. The America that spends two triilon dollars on the elections but can't figure out why there is no money to help the people. The America that spends 15 times more money on waging war than the entire world combined, yet still can not figure out how jump start the economy again. My entire life is getting shugged off like a the world is dog and I'm wearing milk bone underware. I have no money left after paying for four children to go to college and number five has just atrted the 80 thousand dollar degree trail. And I still have number six in high school yet to go. I won't live long enough to retire.
I have job where it is expected to go in an hour early, work through lunch and stay three or four hours late everyday. A job where I have seen my co-workers use the vacation time they earn only to return to a pink slip. I have been doing this job for twenty five years always with a boot on my neck.
I tell you I'm insane! I'm shugged by life and I'm tired of fighting on.
Well I have ranted enough, nothing will ever improve and it is time to listen to the presidential debates where two very rich men will lie to me again. Oh God here comes the hope and change again...piss on them.... they do not care about me except to keep my working so they can tax me more...
I QUIT ! No one will notice I'm gone just another sad soul in the path of eternity.
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Re: Re:Did the sweaterfetish community die out?
Sorry but my english isn't good enought to tell you how much I understand what you say... cause I think I feel me in a same frustration actually. I try to convince me to be stronger & upper such feelings (due to my passion my wife quite hates now) but I must recognize sinec all these past years that looks not be be.... efficient. Stay wooly & after all happy of living, Okay cause you're not alone on this earth.