"Ewww" + "Yum!" = ????
Conflicting. Contradicting. Confusing. A strand of experiences swells in my mind, turning my stomach, activating my gag reflex; yet, hardening my erection. Have you ever experienced disgust and arousal simultaneously?
The internal civil war excites me. Self-preservation dukes it out with my curiosity. My logic argues with the strange, silent pervert dwelling within. This conflict gives me the dissonance I've grown to really like; the sensation of being pulled in two different directions.
There is also the element of fear during this dynamic. If I find a climax within the disgust, would that transform me in to the very thing I loathe? If I find the silver lining of pleasure within an otherwise fucked situation, would that take me a step further than curious? Is this the nasty broth of which fetishes are born?
Daikichi Amono epitomizes the erotic-repulsive cocktail I speak of. When confronted by something toxic, I love the way my body responds. Launching adrenaline...Heightening my senses... I also love betraying my instincts, diving deeper into the danger. (Within reason, of course.)