truffle wrote:

http://cryinglovers.boardhost.com/viewtopic.php?id=177

Some of us have shared our answer to this question in the above linked post. But I encourage anyone who hasn't shared to go ahead and do so!

 
Thank you, and sorry. I'm new here and don't quite know where everything is yet. ^^;

psychic_girl wrote:

Yowza, you have no idea how similar is what you say with what i had expirenced in childhood. Except the ''making other children cry'' it occured to me in the same way. I noticed it first in kindergarden, i developped a sudden interest in a boy  who cried at luchtime because he couldn't cut his meat. I found the reason hilarious and he really started sobbing at one point. At first we alll didn't know what happened because he was crying silently and at one point he stopped eating and a started to be siezed by a violent attack of sobs. He could talk through his tears the reason of his cryying and other girl helped him.
H e was the bully of the class until that very point in time and he used to laugh at me. Seeing him like that was so overwhelming to me and innefable that i remember i couldn't sleep that night and was telling my parents what happened with all the details , over and over..
Something stayed with me from that point on and new elements emerged. I also recounted on this forum the emotion i felty when i saw ''Thorn birds'' for the first time with my grandmother at 8 years old and during last episode there was this great sob scene acted be Richard Chamberlain. I remembered having that facination reborn once again after the kindergarden incident.

 
That's awesome. I get the same way when I see a guy cry, even to this day. I'll just obsess over the situation for a while after I see it occur.

That is exactly what I do to fall asleep every night!

I can't remember when it started, but it was certainly full-on by the time I was in school. For me it's always been TV or movie crying that has gotten me going, rather than real-life. I think that may be because the few times I was with someone in real life, I was so focused on their pain that I wasn't able to enjoy the moment. And since I've been more aware and open about my fetish, I'm now more critical of "acted" crying. If it isn't realistic enough to inspire that visceral comforting compulsion, then I get too clinical and start critiquing the performance. For it to work for me, I need a contorted face, audible crying, and (preferably) real tears. Some "dry" criers (actors who don't produce tears) still provide a reasonably satisfying experience for me, but overly histrionic or too understated crying leaves me cold.

The most recent scene that got to me was in "Into the Woods", as The Baker walks away from the group, leaving his child behind. James Corden's performance didn't feel "acted" at all. It was a lovely surprise in a movie I'd already been wanting to see - that scene just made the movie that much better. (If you haven't seen it, it's well worth a look.)