Warning: The following images contain explicit sexual imagery and may not be suitable for work. Please note: This article has nothing to do with history or war and everything to do with fetishes and kinks. I have a fetish for men in soldier uniforms. It all started rather innocently. I was watching a movie on SBS when a consenting woman was ravaged by a group of soldiers. As I sat there with my eyes glued to the screen, I could feel my inner thighs becoming increasingly damp. The film ended and my fetish was born.
Color Me Kinky refers to the "hanky code," a system in which certain colors connote one's sexual interests and proclivities in public spaces. Stay tuned for more science-smut next week, but right now? Revel in Uniform Worship. In these dark days of police violence, growing racial tensions, and the militarization of those who deign to "protect and serve," it can be hard to imagine fetishizing the very symbol that separates them from civilians: uniforms. Then again, fetish is all about the gleeful perversion of the secular, the ordinary, and elevating it to a heady Venn diagram that boasts an admittedly muddy—but rich—overlap between the sublime and the sexual.
This is an archived article that was published on sltrib. It is provided only for personal research purposes and may not be reprinted. Still, sex happens. And in Iraq, it happens a lot.