How privileged is to have deranged kinks that one can conceivably put into practice. If I had a sex buddy with mutual care and affection, I'd be into all sorts - piss play, bondage, cnc, etc.
In reality, I still long for the first girl who wants to hold my hand. One who doesn't look away in disgust at my ugliness and actually notices that I exist. To feel wanted, rather than total dirt in the eyes of the opposite sex. I can't even get that. I will die sexless, loveless, alone.
That's the difference between men and women. Women are as sexually adventurous as they want to be. Women can live whatever sex life they want to live. The most obscene fantasy for Monday can be played out for real by Friday. What women want, bedroom wise, they can get. But some men are left starved of everything for their entire lives. Having a fetish for such men is on a par with thoughts about teleportation, x ray vision, etc. It's not deranged, it's fucking deluded. It's not a fantasy, it's a form of psychological masochism. A fantasy for a woman is flirting with possibility. For many men is the equivalent of having your head cracked in a vice.