I’ve started to develop deep hatred towards traditional menswear, in particular ties, or rather tie-wearers. After working in an office full of them, I am annoyed by the status they try to transmit when in actual fact they are nothing behind that tie. I worked in luxury real estate for two years and I was the number one agent. Nobody could touch me, I was responsible for over 90% of the agency’s operations during the time I was there. One day my boss, who was in a tie of course, looked at my attire of the day, jeans and a smart shirt. He eyed me up and down and asked me if I thought I was dressed appropriately for selling luxury apartments. He really was shooting himself in the foot by asking such a question. It was easy, I just answered back “how many apartments have you sold in your tie?”. I felt great, but the tie thing still annoys me. The perception that people think that the man in a tie is always going to me more professional than a woman when often it’s the other way around. In this luxury real estate world I got to deal with many millionaires, entrepreneurs and VIPs. And I have to say the real movers and shakers I’ve come across do not find it necessary to wear a tie to work. However, I do absolutely love retro ties. They can look really cool as they do on a woman. Here is a […]
The word fetish derives from 15th century Portuguese feitiço, which meant charm or spell. A fetish is an object believed to have supernatural powers, or in particular, a man-made object that has power over others. Essentially, fetishism is the attribution of inherent value or powers to an object. The terms “erotic fetish” and “sexual fetish” were first introduced by the French psychologist Alfred Binet in the 1940s.
Today a “fetish” is an object, non-reproductive body part or action whose presence or existence causes excitement and/or arousal in an individual. An object might be latex or heels, a non-sexual body part could be legs or feet and tickling or smoking are examples of actions.
“Fetish” is also used as an adjective that relates to anything connected to the world of BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Domination, Submission, Sadomasochism) such as fetish wear or fetish clubs.
Please find Venus O’Hara’s Fetish Glossary below with definitions and images.
The Difficulty of Walking in High Heels – Venus O’Hara
I cannot walk in heels to save my life and I really envy women who can. My shoe-shopping is always very limited. Often it’s just a question of “which ones can I walk in ?”. That eliminates about ninety per cent of any shoes, sandals or boots in any shop. I have the dilemma of trying to find something which is comfortable and not too nun-like. It’s not easy. I bought these heels in a discount shop for just 10 euros a couple of years ago to surprise a lover. They have actually never been worn in the street. When I look at the photos, I realise that they’re actually not that high and I envy the real heel-wearers even more. I have tried to wear heels outdoors but it has only resulted in twisted ankles and bruised knees, so I’ll just stick to wearing them indoors and on camera. Enjoy! Venus O’Hara Photography by Andrew O’Hara.
My Love Hate Relationship with my Legs – Venus O’Hara
I’ve had a love-hate relationship with my legs over the years. I was very self conscious when I was about twelve, I started shaving them just up to the knees. In summer the boys at school used to pick on me saying that they liked my white socks, when in actual fact they were referring to the milk bottle colour of my legs. When I was around sixteen I started experimenting with fake tan, which wasn’t as good as it is now, and I had the orange knee problem. I couldn’t find a solution for having tanned legs and a few years ago it no longer was a problem as I could no longer expose my knees in the summer due to the appearance of an ugly varicose vein just behind my right knee. Luckily I had it operated on two years ago and now the scar is hardly visible. Since the operation I’ve been determined to flaunt my legs. It took a long time, lots of fake tan disasters and even an operation, but I got there in the end. Enjoy! Venus O’Hara Photography by Andrew O’Hara.
The World of Erotic Books – Venus O’Hara
I had the privilege of working with some erotic publishers when I was working in export sales in a printer a few years ago. It was great fun and it caused a great stir in my company when I showed my boss the content of my “orders”. It was a family company and in theory they would prefer not to print such things but at the end of the day, money is money. It was funny to see how my boss covered up the printed sheets of erotica with sheets from different orders, just so that his relatives wouldn’t see the scandal being produced in the factory. I joked with the machine operators about going easy on the “magenta” when printing a book about oral sex. Here I am with my collection of erotic books collected from my time as a sales representative in a printer. I’ve also thrown in a couple of non-erotic books in just to make a bit of a contrast. Enjoy! Venus O’Hara Photography by Andrew O’Hara
I have no liking for housework, in fact, I hate it. Being a domestic goddess just means endless repetitions of the same futile chores. They have no seductive potential for me. That’s the point though. What seem like dull duties to me, become highly arousing to a cleaning fetishist who will always appreciate my efforts and my outfit. To entertain myself I wear my yellow marigold gloves and a tiny apron. To stimulate my audience I add my discount heels and a sheer top to the ensemble. I can make any domestic duty look sexy. I think that the popularity of this fetish is based on the the movements that women make when they do things around the house. When they are on all fours, scrubbing steps and floors, the regular rhythm of their hips, forwards and backwards, duplicates the way they might look when they’re having great sex. When they’re dusting they inevitably push their bottoms out, proudly. Who could resist? Photos by Daniel Bauer.
My love/hate relationship I have with gingham began in my formative years. I hated it to start with because I had no choice about wearing it; I was forced to, every single lesson. It was geometric and impersonal; its lack of distinctiveness made it the perfect uniform. It came back into fashion for grown-ups recently, so I bought some out of pure nostalgia. Nowadays the gingham fetish is bigger than ever. Suddenly it seems illicit and against the rules to wear it; the fetishistic buzz I get when I slide it on is incredible and now I love it. It only took me a short time to understand why gingham is such a major turn-on for some people, me included. A gorgeous young woman looks even younger when she puts on a gingham blouse.The rich combination of her youthful clothing and a conflicting sense of sensual experience, gained over time, causes such erotic confusion and visual pleasure in the eye of the beholder that I never get tired of exploiting it for my own enjoyment. When I remember the delighted voyeurs in the park who hid behind trees to steal glances and enjoy lingering stares at me while these pictures were shot, I can’t stop smiling. Photography by Daniel Bauer Enjoy! Venus O’Hara