So the three of us have decided it might be time to end this blog. Why?
(Cassie) I started blogging quite a few years ago now. My first blog was a personal one. At that time I traveled a lot for my work (which I still do) and I was a pagan witch (which has evolved a bit in the meantime). I was openly bisexual but had a boyfriend at that time and I considered myself to be what I described as a sex-positive feminist.Taking all these things together I thought I would have enough to write about to keep myself and possibly others interested. Well, that seemed to work. However, after a while I realized the subject of smoking kept creeping in to my blog entries. As somebody for whom smoking had been a normal part of life since my mid teens, I felt increasingly frustrated and annoyed by increasing anti smoking legislation and what felt like a bias in society against smoking and people who smoked. We were treated as idiotic fools and hopeless addicts. The idea that some of us smoked just because we liked everything about it and that the activity had some advantages as well as the well publicized disadvantages, was not only getting lost; it was becoming politically incorrect to even say it. That made me cross. My annoyance on this subject began to occupy too many posts on my regular blog, so I started this one. A few years later I met Sophie and we became a couple. As a smoker herself she shared my views on the subject and I was delighted to find out she felt just as strongly as I did. So Smoker’s Writes became one of our first joint projects. It was fun, and it allowed us to express our views publicly on a theme that was becoming taboo. Our daughter Tina started smoking when she was 13 or 14 and for various reasons (detailed earlier in this blog) she became a campaigner on the subject and started contributing to our blog as well. So, it became a family affair, which was nice. We all still smoke and feel as deeply about the topic as ever, but the simple truth is, we have just about said all we have to say on the subject and we don’t want to get repetitive. We could, I suppose, take the blog in other directions, but we are not all sure that we want to. So perhaps this blog has simply come to a natural end?
(Sophie) I have never been as much of a blogger as Cassie, but I have enjoyed writing in this blog. Smoking has been part of my life and lifestyle since my teens and I recognize and accept that it is a part of me. I’m not sure I thought about it much until Cassie and I got together and discussed it a few times and then I began to feel angry about how smokers were slowly becoming marginalized and it is kind of socially acceptable in some places to be prejudiced against people who smoke. One of the things that occurred to me was that I think smoking actually is quite sexy, but you are just not allowed to say things like that anymore. I feel a kind of nostalgia for the smokey bars and cafes I spent my youth in and find it sad that this cultural aspect of life in my country is disappearing due to political correctness and quite a lot of unchallenged misleading information. So I was all in favor of writing for this blog. I still feel the same way. However, we have said it all now. We are not so stupid as to imagine that we are reaching people who might change their mind on the subject. The truth is that most of the people who are regularly reading our blog now are smoking fetishists. We have nothing against them. It is a fetish that each of us share if only to a small degree, but it was never the reason we started writng this blog. By this stage my daughter Tina is probably more interested in that side of things than Cassie or I are, which is fine, but still, it is not what this blog is about. Also I must say that while I am a confirmed smoker, I am becoming more uncomfortable with the thought that our blog might actually be encouraging people to smoke. That was never the intention either. So all in all, I think we have run out of reasons to continue the blog…
(Tina) Actually, I started smoking later than most of my friends and I never expected it to become “a thing” but it sort of did when I got involved in a school campaign to keep our smoking areas for students in our school. That seems a long time ago now. By this stage, smoking in a totally normal part of my everyday life. It is not something I really think that much about except when I have to. The times I have to think about it are when I visit places where smoking is really restricted or when people criticize me or may family or friends for smoking. In the last couple of years I also got a bit interested in the smoking fetish scene. It just seemed like an odd but interesting thing to me that people can be sexually turned on by seeing people smoke. I even had a couple of short relationships with people who thought that way. And I realized I could get some easy money by publishing photos of me smoking; which I did a couple of times… I am undecided if I want to do that again. One of our followers on this blog asked me a few questions which I don’t mind answering, but…. OK, I’ll come to the “but” later, but first the questions. How many cigarettes do I smoke a day? About 15 on average. How do I feel if i have to go a few hours without a cigarette? Probably a bit irritable. Would I get uncomfortable if I was in a shopping mall where I couldn’t smoke? Not really, and where I live (Zurich) there are plenty of places where I could meet my friends for a drink and a cigarette while shopping anyway. Then there were a few more questions about what it feels like to be a smoker, to which I’d have to say; If you are that curious start smoking and find out, or if you don’t want to do that, start dating a real girl who smokes… The thing about the questions which made hesitate is the idea that people might think of me as some kind of alien creature who has no interests and no life except for smoking. The truth is that while I enjoy smoking and I am conscious of some of the anti smoking hysteria in society, it is not the only or the most important thing in my life. It is not as important as my family or my friends. It is not as important as my boyfriend. It is not as important as the work I do for animals or refugees. It is not as important as my studies. It is not as important as my spiritual and philosophical beliefs. It is not as important as my politics or my taste in music. At the end of the day I don’t want to be seen as nothing more than a girl that smokes. If that is where this blog is going, I’m getting off the bus…
We haven’t posted for a while so I thought I’d post this little collection of photos of people smoking that we all like. The one at the top is Audrey Tautou, and if we had to vote on it this would probably be our Number One because we all love her.
The others are all ones we have found on the net or had taken of each other at various times. They are all of women, I don’t really know why… Well, we are all bisexual, Cassie and Sophie are a couple and while I have a boyfriend at the moment, I like girls as well. But I don’t think that is the reason. It is more to do with the look of things. I like men who smoke but their smoking doesn’t really add anything to their looks whereas I think with women it sometimes does. I have a bit of a fetish for men who smoke cigars but I haven’t got any photos of somebody I fancy smoking a cigar… So the pictures below are all of women who we think look nice anyway and their smoking adds something extra…
Mostly we don’t like photos that look too posed (even if they are in reality). So there will be none of the kind of thing you can find in smoking fetish sites of the more or less porn type… We are not against porn, and obviously we are not against the smoking fetish as such. But one thing we are agreed on is that the sexiest smokers are those for whom it is just a natural part of their lives and not something they do just to try and look sexy.
And here are some from the net. Sorry I don’t know who they all are. Probably models. I can give credits if they let me know. I might mix in a few more family ones as well. See if you can recognize us from different times…
Post by Tina
Maybe this is repeating things we have said before and maybe it is a bit of a rant, but I don’t care! I am one of those terrible Swiss women who smoke cigarettes and recently I have got a bit fed up with non Swiss people attacking me and my country because we smoke.
I recently joined a forum for English speakers in Switzerland so I could practice my English a bit more, and almost immediately got into an argument with some foreigners about smoking. Anyone who knows me or my family through any of our blogs will know we are very international, and we generally like travel and respect foreigners. My second mum Cassie is English and I do a lot of work for refugees in Switzerland. And we are all well traveled and have friends in many parts of the world. But it kind of angers me that some foreigners living here in Switzerland seem to want us to stop being Swiss and adopt their cultural and personal beliefs about smoking.
We are Swiss; and it is true that we smoke quite a lot here. Smoking is part of our lifestyle and culture. Official government statistics suggest that about a third of adults over sixteen here smoke (which is apparently higher than in a lot of places). To be honest I think those statistics may be manipulated a bit by the government to make us look better in the eyes of the world. In truth I think maybe more than half of us smoke; and amoung the people I know it is more like two thirds.
And we are ok with that. But some of the foreigners living here take a different view… Here are some quotes I found on the forum. They are from people who come from Australia, England and The U.S.A. (I have taken all the names and any other identifying details out).
As an Australian the high smoking rate in Europe is one of the first things I noticed when we moved to Switzerland.In Australia, it has been illegal to smoke inside public buildings for more than 20 years. In the last few years the laws have been tightened significantly, you now cannot smoke within 100m of a public building or doorway. All hospital and school grounds are smoke free. You can’t smoke in restaurants, and in Canberra even if the restaurant has an outdoor area smoking it is forbidden. As a non-smoker, I have really struggled in Switzerland – even just waiting at the bus stop can be a problem with groups of people smoking while they wait.
Well, you know… This is Switzerland not Australia; and it pretty much sounds like I would hate Australia. And if I hated not being able to smoke so badly I could always go back to Switzerland, but I wouldn’t expect the whole of Australia to change their lifestyles to suit me!
Personally, I think if someone wants to smoke and risk developing cancer, coronary artery disease, hypertension and all of the other health problems associated with it, then that’s their problem. But I strongly object to being exposed to it myself simply because I am walking behind them on the footpath, waiting next to them at a bus stop or sitting at a restaurant table.
Fact, not everyone who smokes gets any of those diseases you are so paranoid about. And of course some people who don’t smoke do get them. (Not because of passive smoking either). Sadly there actually aren’t many restaurants where you can smoke inside anymore, even here. People who are afraid of just smelling cigarettes from people smoking in the street really need to get a life and stop worrying so much!
But I must agree there is more of a smell of cigarettes in the street than you might find in some other places. It mixes with the smell of fresh bread, cheese and clean, flower scented air. For me it smells like home. Every place has it’s unique smells and customs, that is what travel reminds you. If people only ever want things to be the same as they are at home, maybe they should stay there.
I’m sorry if this sounds a bit rough, but when it comes to smoking, I really encourage smoker discrimination! Meaning, I’m not standing next to them, I’m not walking behind them, I’m not sitting outdoors drinking a coffee next to a smoker as long as they are puffing smoke all over the place.
Good grief! Well don’t worry, there is no chance I would want to sit near you anyway!
Cigarettes are killers traveling in packs.
Oh funny! But seriously, with all the problems in the world, this is what you worry about?
Those Swiss women think they look so cool and sexy when they smoke but I think they look disgusting. Who would want to kiss an ashtray anyway?
That comment sounds so much like it comes from somebody who has never been kissed! They tried to have an anti smoking campaign here once which tried to make out that smoking wasn’t cool or sexy. All I can say is, the campaign was a huge failure! I have been told I look sexy when I smoke, and I find men and women who smoke quite attractive. As for kissing, nobody said I was disgusting up till now!
I just find it interesting that even considering the high cost of health insurance and doctors in this country, people still go and buy those darn things. And they are such good sellers too!
Well an interesting point is that while our health insurance might be expensive, we have one of the healthiest and longest living populations in the world despite being a country of smokers!
Again, I am not against foreigners; my boyfriend is one! But I smoke and I like smoking and I’m Swiss and I like being Swiss. There are a lot of great things about America and Australia and Britain and other parts of the world, but I don’t want my country to be a copy of those places. We have our own culture and lifestyle and for many of us smoking is a part of that. For example we have a lot of specialist tobacco shops where you can buy good quality cigars. Smoking cigars is really a feature of life in some parts of the country. Both my Mum and Dad smoke cigars sometimes; especially after Sunday lunch. It is a kind of tradition. (I have tried but it is not my taste at the moment). But I do like cigarettes a lot.
Of course not everyone in Switzerland smokes but even the non smokers I know mostly think it is part of our lifestyle and we should have the right to choose and not be dictated to by other countries. We are quite independently minded here!
Please just let us be us.
I have recently been on a school exchange trip to New York, and then I stayed on for a few extra days with my family. I had been looking forward to the trip for a long time and it was very exciting and interesting. Of course I noticed lots of cultural differences between Switzerland and America but for this blog I am just going to talk about the different attitudes to smoking, but it does involve other things as well.
There were sixteen people in our group, aged between sixteen and nineteen plus two teachers who were about thirty years old. Altogether there were ten women and eight men. Twelve of us were regular smokers and another three were occasional smokers. So the first thing we noticed when we got off the plane after a very long journey was that it is very difficult to find anywhere you are allowed to smoke. Inside the airport it was impossible and even outside it was difficult to find a spot where people didn’t shout at us for smoking. Not the most friendly welcome considering we’d been about ten hours without a cigarette and some of us were a bit desperate!
We stayed with host families. My host family were lovely and very hospitable. The family consisted of a mother and father and two children a bit younger than me, the girl was 15 the boy was 13. Non of them smoked, which was okay and it would never have occurred to me to smoke in their home anyway. However, on the first day the father had a private chat with me and said he knew it was normal for Europeans to smoke but he would appreciate it if I never smoked in front of his children. I agreed of course. Later that evening he gave me a key and an ashtray and showed me how to let myself out into a back ally behind their house so that I could smoke after the children had gone to bed!
It did make me feel a bit strange though, as if I had to lie and keep secrets from the children of my host family. Truthfully I never smoked in front of them, but of course they weren’t stupid and they knew I smoked. I got on well with the daughter and I found out that she did smoke sometimes. I felt like I was keeping secrets from everyone. It also seemed strange because when I was her age I was already smoking regularly and I didn’t have to keep it secret from my mother or my family; they just accepted it as part of growing up. I don’t think the daughter of the family felt comfortable about keeping her smoking secret from her parents, I think it just made a barrier between them in what was in all other ways an honest and loving family.
The subject of smoking came up in a class discussion we had at the exchange school in New York (well New Jersey actually, we were just across the border from New York City). This discussion made me see clearly the difference in attitudes to smoking we had compared with our American hosts. To sum it up we had the attitude that smoking “can” be bad for your health and that smokers are more likely to get some diseases, but that smoking is a lifestyle choice that has some advantages as well as the well known disadvantages. The Americans seemed to think that smoking was “always” bad for your health and that you will certainly die of a smoking related disease if you start smoking. Moreover they thought that only stupid, bad or rebellious people ever started smoking. They seemed a bit perplexed that we were not particularly stupid, bad or even rebellious!
One thing that seemed odd to me was that both at school and in our host families they didn’t seem to think it was odd that you could have a gun in the house, but they thought cigarettes were really dangerous!
Another thing that seemed odd to me was the political and philosophical attitudes. We will not mention Donald Trump, but generally in Europe we get the impression that Americans are (or think they are) more libertarian and individualistic than us. But when it comes to personal choice about smoking, it doesn’t seem that way. They seem determined that everybody should have the same opinion on that subject.
When the school part of the trip was over, Sophie and Cassie flew out to join me for some shopping and sightseeing for a few days. For that part, we booked into a hotel. I thought at least there we would be able to book a room where we were allowed to smoke. But it seems no such rooms exist anywhere in New York! Not only that, but there wasn’t even a smoking area in the hotel lobby. We had to go outside to smoke and even in the street there seemed to be lots of places where smoking was forbidden or where we got disapproving looks from people.
One evening my mother Sophie got into an argument with a total stranger about smoking. We had gone out to eat in a nice restaurant “downtown” and Sophie and I popped out for a cigarette in the street (because you couldn’t smoke in the restaurant obviously). This woman started talking to us but when she found out we were a mother and daughter she started criticising my mother for allowing me to smoke at all (I’m 17 FFS!) and she accused Sophie of being an evil woman who was leading her own daughter to death! I had to drag Sophie back inside before she could fully demonstrate her vocabulary of English swear words!
I suppose the Americans think they have the right attitude to smoking and that in Europe we have got it wrong. But even though I had a great time in the USA and really liked many of the people I met (especially my host family) I came away feeling very European and actually quite pleased to be European. It’s just my opinion but I think we are actually more grown up and more open minded over here. And I don’t think our lives are any shorter than the clean living, non-smoking Americans.
I have realized that smoking is part of my identity. Recently I was looking for a photo to use as my avatar on another internet site and I realized that in nearly all recent photos of me, I am smoking. And I like those photos. There are also a few where I am not smoking but I would always chose the ones where I am smoking because they say something about me and the way I want to be seen.
When I am reading books or watching drama on TV I always find it easier to identify with the characters who smoke; they seem more real to me. There are things about the way smokers act,think and feel; things about our daily routine and our attitude to life that is different to non smokers.
I have discussed this with Sophie and Cassie and they feel the same. Cassie has been blogging for many years and I had a look back at some of her older blog entries (not this blog but ones about her daily life and beliefs) and it is amazing how many times she mentions that she smokes. She was a bit embarrassed when I pointed it out, but had to admit that it was true.
Sophie said that during the time she gave up smoking (because she had me!) she felt that something was missing from her life and her personality. When she decided that I was old enough that she could start smoking again without damaging my health, she said she felt like she was being her true self again.
When you smoke you develop a kind of relationship with cigarettes. They become part of who you are. Nicotine is part of my body chemistry now and cigarettes are part of my daily routine. One of the first things I do when i wake up in the morning is smoke a cigarette and smoking is one of the last things I do before bed. During the day my routine can be measured and punctuated by cigarettes.Of course, this could be seen as a very good reason not to start smoking. It is an addiction. It gets under your skin and becomes part of who you are. And all the time you have this cosy relationship with cigarettes you know, at some level, that this relationship could be very bad for your health. And yet, just as we sometimes choose lovers that other people disapprove of, or think are bad for us, we still choose to smoke. We still choose this relationship with cigarettes. The fact of making that choice must in a way say something about our personalities and so, our identities.
A photograph of me “not smoking” would be like a photograph of me with green hair; or me wearing a mask. Something about it would not be true. It would not convey my true self. It would not just be hiding something; it would be kind of a lie.
Of course I don’t smoke all the time. I’m not a chain smoker. If you added up all the waking minutes of the day, in most of them I would not be smoking.At this stage I usually smoke between ten and fifteen cigarettes in a day. But the truth is that the nicotine is in my system all the time. My body clock and my routine are strongly influenced by that.
The same is true for Sophie and Cassie. But there is something else that makes smoking part of our identities, and that is more psychological than physical addiction. It is the fact that if any one of us could go back to a time before we had started smoking;- back to our early teens or childhood even, we would always have been people who would be smokers one day. None of us ever doubted it. It was something we always liked. We were always drawn to other people who smoked. We always would have chosen a lifestyle that would have involved smoking cigarettes.
It is our taste. It is our choice. It is our lifestyle.
We choose the people we want to be. The choice to smoke (perhaps even more so now that it is banned in some places and looked down on by many) is a sign and symbol of the kind of people we are, of our priorities, of how we spend our time and money and perhaps how influenced we are by society and what parts of society influence us most.
And of course our addiction. The one we knowingly chose.
The fact that we smoke is therefore a strong part of our identities. Of course it doesn’t say everything about us. Perhaps it doesn’t say much really. But it says more than our natural hair or eye colour, and probably more than what clothes we choose to wear.
I am speaking here mainly about my family and myself, but I think the idea of smoking as part of identity applies to most people who smoke.
We recently received a comment on one of our posts from a self confessed smoking fetishist. We are aware that we have quite a few followers from the smoking fetish scene. The recent comment spurred some conversation in our household about smoking as a fetish so we are going to reprint the comment and give our views on it below. Just a little warning first; because of the nature of this topic we shall of course be speaking about sex as well as smoking. If you are not comfortable with frank discussion of sexual matters, now would be a good point to skip the rest of this post.
From somebody who will remain anonymous…. “I’m a secret smoker and a particular smoking fetishist who keeps both parts to myself. For me, it’s one way (of many) to feel closer to certain women I’ve known who smoke. It’s exciting to me to share this with them, even if they don’t know about it. It’s a way to actualize my attraction by sharing their addiction and, thus, their feelings, even the health consequences (especially the thought of developing a similar smoker’s cough that they have). It’s a secret because of my “official” identity as a health oriented person (cycling, food, etc.). I wish that those smoking women I’ve been attracted to would somehow sense this and offer me a cigarette, sharing this together though still secretly, at least to the world at large. As an offshoot, it’s the thought that they’d want me and my lungs to be “corrupted” by them, like they are, that at least partially keeps the excitement going.”
There is actually rather a lot to unpack there. Firstly all three of us who write this blog are smoking fetishists ourselves to some degree so we do not mean to be or to sound judgemental. We do have some observations and perhaps advice related to the above comments however, some of which may sound a bit critical, so we will get those things out of the way first. To begin with it is completely normal to be attracted to people you don’t know very well and to harbour erotic feelings for them. That is human and we all do it. However there are two dangers in the secrecy aspect of this. The first danger is that by keeping such things completely secret it remains a fantasy which is doomed never to be a reality. Our advice is if you “fancy” a person who smokes, overcome your shyness or misgivings and try to actually get to know them. The fact that you both smoke could be a link to something real rather than an imaginary connection. Take it from us, kissing somebody who shares your fetish is much more satisfying than just dreaming about it! The second danger of secretly fantasising about somebody because you are attracted by their smoking is that your mind can play tricks and convince you that you have a real connection with that person which is not in fact true and this can be the first step in actually stalking somebody. The three of us would deal with stalkers as harshly as the law allows and perhaps even more harshly.
With those caveats out of the way let’s look at some of the sexual and psychological implications of the smoking fetish highlighted in the comment above. One of the most basic but profound aspects of the smoking fetish is the idea of sharing; of sharing the forbidden pleasure, the habit and the addiction of somebody who smokes. Perhaps equally there is the idea that you are sharing something which is forbidden, bad or taboo. And, as mentioned in the comment, there is the idea of corruption.
The idea of sharing is common to many forms of fetish; particularly when sharing an interest in something which is seen as taboo or just unusual. If you happen for no particular reason to be sexually turned on by people wearing rubber and then you meet a sexually compatible person who shares that particular kink, well, bingo! Happy you! The same if you happen to be turned on by smelly feet, urination, or wearing funny hats in bed! If you find someone who shares your unique sexual tastes it is a joy that adds spice to your sexual practices. Nothing wrong with that, and smoking can be one of those common things. In comparison to some fetishes we are aware of, smoking is rather normal and innocent!
But smoking is not seen as innocent. Smoking is seen as something only adults can do and moreover smoking is more and more seen as a bad habit that adults have, something that is both unhealthy and deviant. The fact that nicotine is addictive only adds to the idea that smokers are “corrupt”; that they have given themselves over to something bad which is beyond their control. And they don’t seem to care. Perhaps then the fact that some smokers develop a cough, or have nicotine stained fingers or just a deeper voice is physical evidence of that corruption which some people find sexy.
And what if in all other respects the smoker looks young, fit, healthy, perhaps sophisticated, perhaps even quite innocent? We think it is those two conflicting ideas that can make smokers look and “be” very sexy.
Apart from smoking itself the three of us in our family have several beliefs in common. One of them is a different idea about the concept of corruption. Another is that we are hedonists. We do not consider ourselves to be bad people. We don’t steal. We wouldn’t hurt or kill other people except to protect ourselves or in justified revenge. But we do indulge in all things that bring us sensual pleasure, and some of those pleasurable things such as smoking are seen as bad or corrupt by others. When our daughter Tina started smoking we did not hold up our hands in horror that she had somehow been corrupted by some unseen force. Rather we were quite pleased that she was turning away from childhood innocence and discovering some of the pleasures and pitfalls of being an adult. Her smoking could have been an experimental phase that many adolescents go through, but it wasn’t. She is now nearly seventeen and smoking is as natural to her as breathing air. She is a nicotine addict. But it is an addiction she has chosen. It is in many ways symbolic of the person she chooses to be in her adult life. Some people may not understand that. Some people may be appalled. Those who have a smoking fetish maybe both understanding and appalled, but because of that, find the idea sexy.
So perhaps as the writer of the quoted comment suggests, Sophie and I are smoking fetishists by virtue of the fact that we take some kind of pleasure from the fact that our daughters lungs are as corrupted as our own. But actually I think it is more to do with the fact that we value our daughter’s developing independence and maturity. At the end of the day being an intelligent and independent adult is always the most sexy thing there is.
Sophie and I have both had relationships with men who had smoking fetishes. When it happened to me I think it gave me a bit of an ego/power trip to know I could make my boyfriend cum just by inhaling or exhaling in a certain way. But the fact is the fetish is infectious. Now I sometimes get turned on by men or women smoking in a way I find sexy. Sophie is the same.
And are we supposed to feel ashamed of that? Our society is so confused about sex in general that almost everything about it is seen as taboo in many situations. Then smoking itself has become more and more taboo in its own right. Put the two together and you have a volatile mix.
I think some smoking fetishists have got the psychology wrong. Smokers are not generally morally corrupt. They are simply people who are less afraid of death and less afraid to live fully. That is a powerfully sexy mixture which I hope all three of us have.
We have just come back to Switzerland from a holiday in England. My daughter Tina was shocked by how strong the anti smoking laws and restrictions are there. Technically she is not allowed to smoke at all there, at least, shops are not allowed to sell cigarettes to her. She is sixteen, a few months off seventeen, but in England these days you aren’t allowed to buy cigarettes until you are 18 or over. This is her view of it.
“It is ridiculous! I’ve been smoking regularly for two or three years. I’m old enough to get married in most countries. I have a boyfriend. I have sex. I use birth control.In most places I could leave home, leave school and get a job. In some places I could join the army. In some places I could vote in elections. And here I’m not allowed to buy cigarettes! Please!”
Although Cassie and I already knew that England is much less friendly to smokers than Switzerland is for the moment, even we had forgotten how nasty and inconvenient it is to have to go outside every time you want a cigarette.There are literally no bars, restaurants or cafes where you can smoke inside in Britain. It’s awful. Smoking really is bad for your health there, you could freeze to death!
But I know Britain isn’t the worse place. American laws are stricter still and apparently Russia is even more extreme. In Russia they are planning to make it illegal for anybody born after 2014 to ever buy cigarettes!
So it is getting more and more difficult to smoke all over the world. Even here in Switzerland the laws are gradually getting stricter and within a decade I guess you won’t be able to find public places indoors where you are allowed to smoke and even we will have to go out in the cold and snow just to have a cigarette!
Okay… So I know some people are reading this and thinking ‘That’s great!’ One day there will be no more smoking. Not legally anyway. Nowhere. Smoking will be a thing of the past.
Maybe. Maybe my generation and my daughters generation will be the last ones to smoke. Maybe people will think we are idiots because we still smoke when everyone else is giving up. Maybe we will die of some horrible smoking related disease and people can point at us and say ‘You got what you deserved.’
And of course once people like us have gone, everyone will be healthy and happy, won’t they? There will be no more cancer or heart disease. Everybody will live to be a hundred or more. The economy will automatically adjust and everything will be beautiful.We will all be happy sheep who never dream of enjoying ourselves in any way that might be darker or risky. Perhaps we’ll stop drinking as well. And of course nobody will ever invent anything enjoyable that is as dangerous as smoking or worse, will they?
Sorry but people are people. We are what we are. Part of being a grown up is deciding where and when to take the risks that give life substance and meaning. Smoking cigarettes is a social pleasure that has been part of our culture for a while and I will be sorry when it’s gone.
And in a world without smoking what else will people do? Perhaps there are health risks attached to smoking, but what health risks will be attached to the next big social habit that eventually comes to replace it?
Do you really think that humans are going to stop wanting drugs of some sort? If alcohol didn’t exist we would invent it. The same can be said for all other legal and non legal substances that pepper our social and psychological existence. Always has been. Always will be.
And if smoking were to be completely banned by law in the next few years what should happen to us if we continue to smoke illicitly? Should we be put in prison because we smoke? Just what good would that do anybody?
Prohibition has worked so well before, hasn’t it?? (Well at least it is always a bonus for the criminal fraternity).
Perhaps there really will be a world where people don’t smoke anymore. But there will never be a world where people don’t decide to do things which may be harmful to themselves or which other people don’t approve of. Perhaps we need to learn to live and let live. Perhaps with all advances that are being made in science we could make smoking safer. But you know what, even if smoking was made to be completely harmless there would still be a lot of people who want to stop us from doing it. The truth is “health” is for many people just an excuse to justify forcing their will on others. They are people who want a bland, vanilla world, where everyone is just the same as them.
Some of us are not the same and will resist all pressure to conform. We aim to misbehave.
We are a family of three women who write about smoking. But why should it have come to any of our minds to think that smoking cigarettes is something worth writing about in public? We have probably explained this a bit in our introduction but following a discussion between the three of us recently we felt there was a bit more to say and we realised that it actually means a bit more to all of us than we have previously admitted to ourselves or others. Cassie started this blog and she thought she was a bit strange for doing so, but actually Tina and I (Sophie) are perhaps even more passionate about the subject.
(Cassie). I started this blog at a point when I was beginning to realise that smoking cigarettes was not seen as an acceptable and normal part of people’s lives anymore. Moreover there was a kind of prejudice against smokers that was growing to the extent that it was threatening aspects of my lifestyle. The problem was it had already become seen as a sin to say anything positive or defensive about smoking. The media was portraying smoking as a terrible blight on society and smokers as either sad, hopeless and pathetic addicts, or nasty, stupid, antisocial individuals. I deeply resented being labelled in any of those ways. I was just as aware as any thinking person of the health risks associated with smoking, but thought that as an adult I should have the right to choose what risks to take. I think at a deeper level I hated the idea that another class of people were being set up to take a prejudicial fall. The smokers I knew and associated with were generally creative people, artists, musicians and intellectuals… People who were often critical in many ways of mainstream society… Soft rebels… The anti smoking rhetoric was a way to get at them, to get at us. At the same time all sorts of anti-smoking legislation was beginning to take effect. The kind of lifestyle I had enjoyed in my teens and twenties, hanging out in smokey cafes and bars, was being attacked and smokers like myself were being excluded from the mainstream of the social world. I felt that we were being shoe-horned into being picture perfect, goodie-goodie, Disney versions of the people we wanted to be with unnaturally white teeth and no flaws or real substance.
Also, I must say, I was one of those people who had always liked smoking. I liked and still like everything about it; the social aspects, the taste, the nicotine kick, the image, the fashion. Indeed I enjoyed all the things about smoking that it was becoming politically incorrect even to mention never mind agree with!
So I faced a choice. I could either comply with the health fascists and try to become the clean living Disney princess that society seemed to want us all to become, or I could be true to my less than perfect self. Smoking thus became a point and symbol of rebellion. I never wanted or intended for it to be that way but it became so. Smoking started as a social and personal vice which it seemed obvious to me was something adults could choose to do. I wish it could still be just that.
(Sophie) When I started smoking it was, for me, not about rebellion, it was more about conformity. I’m Swiss. Swiss people smoked. Nearly all of them. Most of my family smoked. My parents smoked. As soon as I became a teenager most of my friends smoked and I started smoking too. I was an outsider and a bit rebellious in other ways to do with politics, my interests and even my sexuality (being bisexual was still seen as being quite avant garde in Switzerland in those times). But smoking cigarettes was the thing I had in common with nearly everybody else.
And I liked smoking cigarettes. I thought it was glamorous. The people I looked up to in fashion, music and films smoked and I guess I tried to emulate them to some degree. Am I supposed to feel bad or guilty about that? Well I don’t. By my late teens I was already a pretty heavy smoker. I started smoking cigars as well. Tobacco was part of my everyday life. It was equally part of life for everybody I knew.
Gradually I became aware that I had also developed something of a smoking fetish. I found women and men who smoked to be sexy and I learned to smoke in a sexy way for those partners of mine that appreciated such things. But still; it was all just part of life for the ambitious young woman that I was at that time.
When I found I was pregnant with Tina I stopped smoking immediately without too much fuss. I didn’t smoke at all for several years but I never intended to permanently stop. Soon after I had stopped breast feeding I started smoking again. It was a relief.
As I got a bit older I suppose smoking lost some of its glamour but I still enjoyed it along with most of the people I socialised with. It was not something I thought much about, it was just something I did. And again it gave me something in common with most other people and in my work it often helped me to make connections with very troubled young people that would have been even more difficult to reach otherwise.
And then even here in Switzerland they began to restrict some of the freedoms that smokers had always enjoyed and to a large degree change our culture and our way of life. Quite simply, I didn’t and don’t agree with the way smoking and smokers are portrayed and marginalised by some parts of the government and media. Health warnings became more like health laws. The idea that for health reasons you shouldn’t smoke became replaced by the idea that for health reasons you MUST NOT smoke and “we” are going to stop you.
I became rebellious about it. And then every aspect of smoking from the social side to the fetish side became important to me again. And smoking also seems to me to be linked to my Swiss and European identity. We do smoke here, even if it is unhealthy (which we know it is). We live on a continent which has been ravished by war several times. A continent which feels the impact of terrorism and mass immigration before most other places. A continent which will be the first place to be targeted by all sides if there were ever a Third World War. We are used to living with risks. What we have learned is to live as fully as we can while we can.
A few years ago my daughter told me that she had started smoking. Given all that I have said above, I can’t say I was surprised, shocked or angry. I was concerned because she was even younger than I was when I started smoking (although not by much). But what should I have done; forbidden her to smoke? That would only have created a barrier between us and made me a hypocrite in her eyes. I decided to accept it with as little fuss as possible. I thought it might just be a phase that she would get bored with. In the meantime she has grown up and it turned out not to be a phase. That is fine with me. There is nothing about my daughter that I would change.
(Tina) About a year after I first started smoking two strange things happened. First we had a kind of campaign at school to allow students to smoke in certain areas during the break times. Somehow I got involved quite deeply in that protest. We didn’t win really but the whole process made me think in a different way and I guess made me grow up in some ways. Until then I think most people didn’t notice me. I was a quiet girl who got good marks and whose mother was a teacher. But after that campaign the other students and teachers looked at me in a different way. In a way it was the birth of a new grown up version of myself; not because I smoked but because I had the guts to defend my decision.
The second strange thing was a bit more disturbing. A friend of mine found a picture of me smoking on the Internet. Even now we don’t know who took it or how it got on the Internet. It didn’t worry me as much as it worried my mother. She found out that it was on a smoking fetish site. I didn’t really understand what a smoking fetish site was at that time, but my mother did and she wasn’t pleased with whoever took and put that picture on the Internet!
Now I am a a few years older and I know what a smoking fetish is. I can understand why my mother was angry but I am not as angry about it as her. I suppose people of my age are more used to putting everything on the Internet. I am private about some things and have high security settings on my Facebook page and other sites I visit. Even on this site, I don’t give any sensitive information away. But of course I don’t like the idea that people can “get off” to pictures of me smoking without my knowledge or permission.
But I don’t mind it if I am in control. And I have come to the decision that I will allow some pictures of me to be seen as long as I decide what they are and who can see them. I might even earn some money from this.
I am at a point in my life where I am starting to take control of it more. I’m deciding who and what I want to be and how I want other people to see me. Cassie, my mother and I share similar beliefs about many things and so they respect my decisions and my independence. In some ways smoking is just one small thing about me, just one small thing that I do which is really nobody else’s business. However in another way it is a little symbol of my attitude to things in general. I think that maybe, if it wasn’t for me, Sophie and Cassie would have stopped writing this blog. I cause them to carry on and think about it more.
There are good things about smoking which you normally aren’t allowed to say these days but I will not shut up. Nicotine is a legal drug like alcohol and people use it just like alcohol because it makes them feel good. I like the feeling it gives me. It IS relaxing. It does sometimes help me to concentrate (when I study for example). It sometimes is a sociable thing. Sometimes it IS sexy. Sometimes it does look elegant and sophisticated.
Of course smoking can be addictive and it is a drug and it can cause health problems. Some people seem to think that even adults should not be allowed to use drugs if they choose to. Some people think that alcohol and tobacco should be completely banned. I am not one of those people. I don’t think governments should tell people how to live their lives even more than they already do. I would like to see more things legalised instead of more things banned or restricted.
I didn’t wait to become an adult just so society can treat me like a child for the rest of my life. My family brought me up to make my own decisions and that is what I will do. Probably I will make some mistakes and have some problems because of that, but I would rather it be that way than live like a sweet, unthinking robot for the rest of my life. So in fact, smoking is sort of a symbol of my attitude to life.
This is a post to address a number of questions people have put to us (especially to Tina) recently. Some of it covers ground we have covered before and some may be new information for the curious…
Lets start with the fetish aspect. We are aware that a number of people with a smoking fetish follow our blog. That’s fine. We are all grown ups here and we regard the smoking fetish as a fairly harmless one. We all find and understand that smoking can sometimes look sexy. Cassie and I (Sophie) would probably go as far as to admit to a degree of fetishism about our own attraction to smoking. I don’t think that is really the case with Tina so far…
(Tina:- I don’t think I have ever been attracted to somebody just because they smoke but I doubt if I could have a long term relationship with somebody that didn’t smoke, especially if they didn’t like me smoking).
Having said that; while we are fairly open about all things related to smoking here, we are cautious and private about some things. There are a few pictures of us around the site but they are all photoshopped to some degree. Most of the photos here were found around the web. We have no objection to those with a smoking fetish using their imagination in relation to images found here, but we will always keep a certain distance. Moreover none of us will ever enter into private communication with anyone we only know through this site.
(Tina:- Alpha mother has spoken!)
Addiction;- By Cassie
There is no escaping the fact that the three of us who contribute to this blog are all nicotine addicts. Neither is there much doubt that anybody who smokes regularly is highly likely to become addicted to nicotine. Having any form of addiction is a potential problem. However, not all addictions are the same and not all people cope with or overcome addiction in the same way. This may seem obvious, but the point is that the three of us and many others have chosen to smoke even knowing that we will become addicted as a result. I would argue that while obviously not healthy, addiction to nicotine is not in the same league as addiction to hard drugs like heroine or cocaine and is probably not as immediately dangerous to the self or others as alcohol addiction can be. With smoking the addictive element is to some degree part of the pleasure; satisfying that craving for a cigarette, no matter how mild that craving is, brings an immediate and enjoyable sensation. I guess that is part of why we continue to smoke.
Of course if you want or need to stop smoking for health or other reasons and you find that you can’t because your addiction is too strong, that is a serious problem. The truth is that some people struggle with nicotine addiction more than others. I think strength of will power is a key factor but it is not the only factor. I believe I could stop smoking quite easily if I wanted to but apart from a few experimental occasions where I stopped for a week or so (with no intention of stopping permanently) I have never really put myself to the test. Sophie stopped smoking completely for several years when she became pregnant and during the time she was breast feeding. She doesn’t think she would have too many problems if she wanted to stop again. But who knows? Tina is young and has never tried to stop and has no desire to at the moment. However, she is convinced that if and when she decides to have a family she will stop smoking during pregnancy and the early years of her children. How easy she will find that we just don’t know, but she is VERY strong willed!
Our Smoking Habbits:- by Tina
Cassie usually smokes Marlboro Gold or Camel Blue. My mother and I usually smoke Parisienne. But we all share each other’s and like a change from time to time. I think we all smoke about the same amount at the moment which would be about 15 a day. (I smoke less than that during the week but more at weekends). At our home we are allowed to smoke in our bedrooms and in a room which goes off the kitchen and has a balcony. We try to keep the rest of our apartment smoke free except sometimes when we have guests who smoke. We open windows and ventilate the whole place and mother (Sophie) is anal about keeping everything clean and fresh. I think it is possible that some visitors would hardly know that we all smoke.
We all like our breakfast time cigarettes with coffee in the morning. My favourite cigarettes of the day are during the first break at school when I catch up with friends and anytime I go out with friends to a cafe or bar. Sophie’s favourite cigarette of the day is when she gets home from work in the late afternoon and has a glass of wine. Cassie says she really enjoys smoking in bars or cafes because it isn’t allowed in many places anymore.
We had a little discussion about this and decided that in some ways our favourite cigarettes are the ones you don’t notice when you are with friends in some sort of social situation and you kind of smoke and talk and laugh and feel totally relaxed. Of course we always smoke when we are drinking too.
We all smoke regular length cigarettes most of the time. My mother and Cassie sometimes smoke longer length cigarettes or even cigars. I don’t. For somebody my age I think that would look ridiculous and pretentious. I hate people who pretend to smoke or who just have one or two cigarettes at a party to look “cool”. I have much more respect for people who don’t smoke than for people who are just trying to pose. Smoke or don’t but don’t pretend to be something you’re not.