Growing up in a small Indian town, childhood was a blur of dusty playgrounds, gully cricket, and endless imaginative games. While other kids dreamt of being superheroes or doctors, my favourite game was a peculiar one, concocted in the quiet corners of our ancestral home. I’d convince my friends, usually my trusting cousins, to pretend they were hunters, and I, their prey. The game climaxed with them ‘killing’ me, sometimes dramatically, sometimes with a whispered secret, and then ‘slicing me up’ to eat me. It sounds morbid, doesn’t it? But even then, as a little child, it gave me a strange, intense feeling. A shiver, a warmth, a rush that I couldn’t explain, but craved.
From Childhood Play To Adult Arousal: Unpacking My Darkest Turn-On
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