The game uniform: pistol and police uniform as an object of sexual desire

I confess. I suffered from a rare condition known as uniform fetishism. My uniform fetishism was sexual in nature. Uniform fetishism is a sexual fetishism in which an individual is sexually aroused in uniforms. Yes, you read that right, a uniform can help in sexual matters. Well, he did it for me. But, that doesn’t make me an idiot. All I am advocating is that all human beings in their diversities be allowed to explore our rights of desire to the extent necessary without hindrance.

It should be noted that the academic literature on uniforms as a fetish is scarce. In general, the most common uniforms in the uniform fetish category include those of a police officer, prison guard, soldier, schoolgirl, and nurse.

Sociologists describe uniform fetishism as someone who derives sexual pleasure from seeing others dressed in typical uniform. In my case, my irrational obsession was with the South African Police Service (SAPS) uniform worn by women. And, for me, it was also directly related to the presence of a firearm.

Dr. Dinesh Bhugra and Dr. Padmal De Silva are one of the few researchers who have studied this phenomenon. His 1996 article discussed the role of uniforms and their relationship to sexual fantasy and sexual fetishism. They noted that uniforms can be seen as ‘outer skins’ that can be material and sexually attractive, and that can allow people to show and exercise power. Bhugra and Da Silva described the functions of uniforms as the “five Fs” (formal, fashion, fun, fantasy, and fetish).

For me, I have something particularly puzzling about women in blue. I have had the desire to sleep with an armed woman dressed in the South African police uniform. I know it’s crazy, but listen to me. My desire does not make me masochistic. I do not have deviant sexual behavior, therefore I do not associate the police uniform with punishment or torture as part of sexual pleasure.

My fetishism with women in blue has a long-standing status. I realized this in the early 1990s. The more women joined the police service, my condition simply worsened. Somehow, I felt like a sexual deviant, but I realized that I am not. In any case, many forms of sociologically deviant behavior are not sanctioned by law, so I am not a sex offender either.

My sexual uniform fetishism peaked in 1999 when I finally dated a cop. Yes, I was once in love with a woman to the extent that she wore a police uniform and brandished a pistol. I must admit. She was not my type of girl. She was short, a little chubby, and had a white complexion. As the readers of this column know, I prefer my women to be tall, slender, and yellow-boned.

For this particular woman, I’m sure I wasn’t sexually attracted to her beyond her in police uniform. Let’s put it this way, I was sexually attracted to her insofar as she was a policewoman wearing a uniform and carrying a gun. Our “love story” if you can call it was short-lived. We had fun while it lasted. I had to cut it short because my uniform fetish was running out. She was an emotional being who needed emotional emotion beyond her profession. He couldn’t be there for her emotionally. It wasn’t in it.

In fact, he was interested in her to the extent that he was only allowed to come see me during work hours and, wait, he had to be in full police uniform and have his gun in the holster. As part of our work, my job was to take it apart and strip it bare so that I could continue on my way with it. Clearly, this was not sustainable at least for her. For me, it was like having your own cake and eating it too. I had the best time of my life. I never revealed my condition of uniform fetishism to him. She really believed that I was romantically attracted to her. Poor thing!

Our relationship ended abruptly. In his mind he had fallen in love with me. However, for her to be safe, I had to pass an emotional test. She had manna from heaven when in one of our sexual encounters there was an incident in which the condom ran out. Obviously, after the fact, we had to take an emergency contraceptive pill that allowed us to play, “partner.” Weeks later she told me she was pregnant. He also demanded that we both get tested for HIV / AIDS. However, every time we had a test appointment, she wouldn’t pitch. Any meeting with her had become cumbersome as he threatened to shoot himself if he discovered that he had infected her with HIV / AIDS.

A month later, in a strange confession, he admitted that he had just played with my mind. She was not HIV / AIDS positive, pregnant or suicidal. “I just wanted to see if you love me,” he said. For me, during this period, I was panicking because I was afraid of contracting sexually transmitted diseases, especially HIV / AIDS. While I was relieved that she wasn’t pregnant, I couldn’t forgive her for putting me on the emotional roller coaster just to see if I loved her enough. The fact is, he was not in love with her, but in love with her police uniform. After this episode, my condition was cured somehow. Now I see police women as women, not just objects of desire.

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