Lets discuss fetish items. Your kinky mind may automatically direct itself towards closets filled with stileto shoes. Your imagination is already slipping in drawers of neatly arranged underwear. Yet here we have entered a whole new realm of fantasy and fascination. The colours are not brigt red and pink. No leopard patterns here. The materials are neither lace nor leather.

The locus is far removed from the bedchamber. We have instead entered a very different world. A world of synthetics, plastics, and strong, resistant materials. They are not meant to make breasts look gravity-defying, they are meant to make whole bodies fly, a whole human stick to a wall or hang mid-air. We have entered the rock-climbing twillight zone.

On Sunday I purchased my Christmas gift to self. In good Byzantine fashion it was a gift in three parts. Pouch for climbing chalk and chalk, climbing shoes, a nice pair of 5.10 spire shoes and a black diamond Harness. The fetish value of those items, forthwith tested on the walls of the Edge, the North Vancouver gym we visit, was intense. They are little things to own, cherish and take care of. So here I am, age 34 discovering my fetish. Let us see what else I will be discovering.