Tickled in 250 Words or Less

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You don't really even need to read between the lines of MNPP to get a handle on my get-offs - the sexy things that I like to look at are kind of front and center on a daily, hourly, and minutely basis. Sharing is caring! I bring this up even though spelling that out so plainly makes me itchy because the documentary Tickled, about a descent into a fetish underworld filled with all the Greek Gods such descents typically entail, made me itchy. 

I'm hesitant to even talk about the movie, lest I summon the tickling devils upon myself! The subjects of the doc have been showing up at screenings and harassing the film-makers; they've made it their life's purpose to humiliate as many folks as they can get their trigger fingers onto. The film starts out so light and goofy, like a light tickling upon the ribs, but before you know it your arms are in shackles and it's going to town on your business. I'm not even ticklish, but I don't want strangers touching me.

Point being, the terrorists have won. They've poisoned the sexy well, and turned our fetishes against us. Isn't this America? Land of the free and home of the depraved? Don't we have the right to google pictures of Ryan Guzman in a jockstrap and feel safe? Tickled is no laughing matter!

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