Spell checker does not like the word valeen. It was a word that was around when I was a teen, I guess a combo of vile and unclean. Good word really.
I listened to some chat on the radio the other day about people's cleanliness fetishes. One person who had a fairly extreme cleanliness fetish in one area, could quite happily pick up a twenty cent piece out of a strangers toilet bowl. I will admit to a couple.
Used bandaids, or sticking plasters. Yuk. I hate them, especially bad if spotted in a pool or a spa.
Pubic hair, well any human hair really, if it is not attached to a body. Animal hair worries me not an iota, but detached human hair is filthy, especially pubic hair. Ok, I was forced once to use a shower that had some floating hair in it, but it is so revolting. I'll give you a kiss if you can recall when and where that was. I did write about it and I promise to gargle Listerine first.
Towels, yours specifically. I reluctantly use other people's hand towels after washing my hands in their basins. I just touch the hand towel with the back and front of my hands but no way will I use their body drying towels for drying my hands or my body. I grew up in a household where the whole family shared towels and it never worried me. I just used whichever towel was the driest. Now, even R and I have separate towels, well, we have separate bathrooms, but even so, we have always had separate towels.
Speaking of R, he will quite happily give you a deep toungy kiss but don't ask him to share his glass, straw or cup.
Generally, though, I reckon we all need a good dose of germs, good and bad, to maintain our immune systems.
So come on, tell me about you cleanliness fetish. What a bit out of the ordinary in the area of cleanliness freaks you out?