My Tickle Site

And that, oddly, is the most comforting tickle of all.

Some people hate their tickle. They train themselves to suppress it, to go rigid, to stare blankly. I have tried. I cannot. My tickle is honest in a way the rest of me rarely is. It does not negotiate. It does not perform dignity. It just reacts —a raw, prehistoric flinch that reminds me I am, beneath all the adult armor, just a bundle of nerves wrapped in skin. my tickle

It is not a laugh. It is not joy. It is an involuntary coup. And that, oddly, is the most comforting tickle of all