Writing About Auto-eroticism

My poetry is a celebration of auto-eroticism. I get immense pleasure from looking at my own body, especially my feet.

My self-pleasure is chemical--it makes me feel excited and happy every day, and I believe that I partly owe to it my good health.

When I was a child, I was embarrassed by my feet and tried to hide them whenever possible.

I've come to believe that my childhood hatred of my feet was an internalized social imperative to deny prettiness (femininity) in myself, and that this denial prevented me until well into adulthood from enjoying the prettiness of my feet and being sexually stimulated by them.

Now this self-pleasure inhabits all my days.

My book, Pretty Yokel, is an exploration of this pleasure in myself. 


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