It turned out to be a Tumblr personality who, through suggestion and eroticism, made me discover many small fetishes. I remember how I used to masturbate while looking at his photos—his face, every hair on his arms. His underwear outlining the shape of his penis. It was eroticism; it was my adolescence.
I need to thoroughly search the internet archives to see if I can find more. For now, I'm looking through my own files, and this is all I have.