Tickle | My

As a child, my tickle was a torture device wielded by older cousins. As a teenager, it was a secret to hide on first dates. As an adult, it has become a strange litmus test for intimacy. To show someone where my tickle lives is to hand them a tiny, ridiculous weapon. It says: You can make me lose control. You can make me beg for mercy while smiling.

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

It is not a laugh. It is not joy. It is an involuntary coup. As a child, my tickle was a torture