A blog is probably not the proper forum in which one should open up and admit to one’s deepest secrets. Then again, I’ve never been good at rules. So I will share my deepest fetish secret with you.
I cannot resist stupid T-shirts.
My collection has grown over the years. Starting with your typical holiday variety of stock standard tourist issue and then moving into a free company donated walking advertising collection. From these humble beginnings, my fetish extended to concert memorabilia and then sporting events. It was at this point in my life that I knew I had an addiction that could require help to avoid my fetish becoming an uncontrollable and expensive habit.
However, I failed to act on my own good sense, and my fetish continued and I added celebrity and joke T-shirts to my collection. In recent years I have found a new lease of life for my fetish by collecting T-shirts from summer music festivals.
The real shame I must admit to however, is that my family now know of my fetish and add to my silly collection when Christmas and my birthday come around. Oh, the shame of it all. Even my grand children know and are patronising me by finding additions for my collection.
The major problem associated with my fetish, is that I can never dispose of a single item. This leads me to being seen in public wearing a tattered, faded and cherished 1971 Creedence Clearwater Revival concert memorabilia T-shirt complete with small holes and ancient sweat rings around the armpits. Or one of my many famously embarrassing, authentically purchased at Gracelands, Elvis T-shirts.
Another side effect has been the expense of buying more drawer space to accommodate my ever expanding collection. Well, there you have it. My fetish confession is complete and I feel better for getting it off my chest.
By the way. As I write this I am wearing a semi-vintage blue 2001 Paleo Music Festival T-shirt and thinking that I forgot to mention my stupid tea towel collection. Another day maybe.