When it comes to turn-ons, everyone’s got one. Rough sex.
Rose petals on the bed while the missus dons some sexy lingerie bought
at the mall (on sale).
Irish girls experiencing the joys of bukkake first hand. Female domination. Your man doing your sister while you watch
from the closet. You name it. If it exists, someone likes it. Someone masturbates to fantasies of it. Someone seeks it out. Someone asks his or her partner to do it all
while praying he or she won’t be thought of as a pervert. It’s what separates us from the whales. Our body parts get erect or lubricated over almost
anything, and that includes the desire to couple with amputees.
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I first became aware of this fetish/kink/turn-on many moons
ago when I was reading an interview with a man who had a fetish for women who
were injured and in casts of one sort or another. They could be on crutches, but a cast is what
really got his little German soldier standing at attention. He would seek these women out at malls or supermarkets,
start talking to them and do his best to convince them to go on a date. Standard mating ritual for anyone who hasn’t
heard of Craig’s List. He made a point
of stating, however, that he wasn’t one of those “freaks” turned on by
amputees. Apparently he liked his women
whole and only slightly injured.
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There are, however, men and women who seek out a partner
based solely on the number of limbs he or she possesses. Thanks to modern medicine and
prosthetics,
however, amputee lovers are probably finding the dating pool getting more than
a bit shallow as of late. Oh, to live
back in the era when the destitute purposely disfigured themselves in order to get more money while begging. (
It happens today, too, but not nearly as much.) You couldn’t throw a rock without hitting one
of the limbless. These days? Not so much.
Of course, finding what few are left is a little easier than it was a
few decades ago. You don’t even have to
go to the Middle East or some war-ravaged country to do it, either.
Amputee lovers had ways to make connections before the
Internet, but it wasn’t easy. There were
comic books, swingers mags and, of course, good ol’ word of mouth. I read an interview with a female Asian
amateur porn “star” who made the circuit for a brief time before disappearing
into the void like most of her peers. She
was missing her right leg below the knee.
(Double kink! Asian and amputated! One shy of the Triple A of kinkdom
[anorexia being the other].) She said
that one time her boyfriend took her out for a night on the town and men came
out of the woodwork.
Men who were only interested in her for her
missing leg. She and her beau
decided to use this to their advantage and screw each other and them on
film. Everyone was happy. Now that the Internet delivers porn at
lightning speed, things have changed a bit when it comes to finding that
perfect someone, but it’s not always for the best. The Internet may provide a gateway to every
imaginable fetish, but it also cheapens them.
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I imagine some people may hop onto
gimpsgonewild.com just to
check out the photos and maybe masturbate to one or two. They would never seriously seek out a stump
to fondle or awkwardly insert. And those
who seek it out just for porn’s sake are hardly what I would call serious
amputee aficionados. They are curiosity
seekers and people looking for the next weird thing to get them off after
cosplay has lost its appeal. I imagine
some of the models and actresses aren’t even into the fetish for which they
have become the objects of desire. They
are simply “paying the bills.” Let’s face
it, letting some sap snap a few photos or take a video or two is far more
lucrative than working in an office. The only problem is, if you aren’t really
into being photographed for your limb status, a person can tell.
Back in the ‘80s I found a porn mag featuring a woman
missing a foot (her right one, if I recall correctly). She was doing a photo spread with another
female. (Another double kink – as if
just missing a foot weren’t enough.) The
amputee was a dark-haired girl in her twenties.
The look on her face said she had done this before. The other female was a blonde who looked
about 19 or so. She definitely didn’t
look like she had done this before, but she did look like she would drool on
demand and do whatever was asked of her if the money was right. She kept a deadpan expression on her face for
the most part. One such photo showed her
about to lick the oddly smooth stump where her partner’s foot had been. Her tongue wasn’t quite touching the skin,
though the amputee’s face registered pure, manufactured delight while the
licker’s face was robotic at best. It
was the final, slightly out of focus photo in the set that got my attention,
however.
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| Can you find the missing shoe? |
In that photo, the raven-haired beauty was in full
focus. She had inserted her stump
partially into the blonde’s vagina, or so it appeared. Our amputee goddess’ expression said, “I will
fuck you but hard.” The other girl’s
face was what was out of focus, but if you looked closely enough you could see
it wore a look of disgust, as if reason had set in and she finally realized
what she was doing for a few hundred dollars.
She was not turned on by amputees, but I imagine that for a casual porn
fan this hardly mattered. (Unless, of
course, there was a third kink of humiliation going on there.) For the devotee, however, this photo was a
sin; it highlighted the disgust the un-amputated have with the amputated, and
it brought home the marginalization of the amputee lover.
I’m not one to judge.
These poor men and women who like their lovers to have a few less body
parts to wash are marginalized enough.
After all, while sitting in some employer-mandated training where people
have to discuss what they look for in a husband or wife, few probably feel
comfortable enough to say, “Well, first and foremost, she can’t have any
arms.” Few are probably able to tell
their husbands that while they think they are fine men, they could be even
finer if they lost a leg in a lawn mowing accident. Hell, parts of society feel sorry for pedophiles (they must have
been abused as children) and they can still easily find jobs as priests and
Walmart greeters. They may be
stigmatized, but many of them can be open about it simply because of that
sympathy factor. (“Yes, I exposed myself
to those children, but I have a disease.”)
Zoophiles have excellent documentaries made about them. Put two girls and one cup together and you
get an Internet sensation. The one who
lusts after the amputee? No such love
from the public. The public says to
them, “You desire something that is flawed … broken … and therefore you are
flawed and broken. We can understand
pedophiles. We can understand people
attracted to animals, as anyone who has ever ridden a horse knows. The two girls sharing a cup are bold, and America
loves bold in everything from potato chips to sex. You, however, are a lowly soul who seeks the
incomplete.” And if that shoe were on
the other un-amputated foot? Well, my
guess is that anyone finding themselves newly delimbed would be more than happy
to meet someone turned on by that, but chances are they would go for the
artificial limb first rather than risk mass rejection.
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| Thar he blows! |
Amputee lovers will tell you that the objects of their
desire are like anyone else. They have
the same hopes and dreams. They like
long, hobbled walks in the park. They
want a family. They love the Knicks and
the smell of freshly baked cookies. They
are right, too. The objects of their desires
are just like everyone else, but they have one thing going for them
that many people secretly long for, yet won’t dare admit: they are sought out
strictly because of their looks. That
“imperfect” silhouette. Their physical
stature is what is desired above all else.
What person doesn’t dream of being looked at in that way? What person doesn’t want to be the object of
someone’s lust based purely on their physical appearance? Personality and intellect are moot points. You are a prime specimen simply because you
exist. And maybe that is where the real
scorn of society originates. You, as one
of those who ridicule, can’t understand why men or women don’t look at you that
way while you are whole, yet they will go to the ends of the Earth to find that
one special someone who has the audacity to be incomplete. That’s what really bothers you and these
other judgmental types. You have nothing
to offer these “obscene fetishists,” and we can’t have that, can we?
It’s okay. I’m sure
you have a wonderful personality.
