Argh, belly button!
Other people's are just things -- but the only person who can touch mine without recieving a reactionary push is my girlfriend, and that takes a lot of self control.
Edit: Just recalled the scene in The Matix with the robot and the belly button -- far worse to me than watching some real operations.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 17:42, 1 reply)

I am so phobic about belly buttons (well, my own) that the fact that I am able to remove fluff from it is a matter of some considerable personal pride. Getting a bit of dirt stuck in it can render me pretty much useless for a few days as I gradually build up the will to get it out, knowing that the short term trauma, rationally, outweighs the constant awareness of an alien presence in that area. Don't have a problem with other peoples unless they are outies which is just the most wrong, wrong, wrong thing ever - I could not have a relationship with a person with an outie.

Bsed on the amount that people enjoy freaking me out, I have realised that I would have had a more enjoyable life if I had claimed to have had a fetish for having my bellybutton touched and a phobia of womens feet
(clinteastwoodbradfield, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 17:48, closed)

Arghh....I actually just bent double reading the matrix reference. Can. Not. Handle. That. Scene.
(clinteastwoodbradfield, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 17:49, closed)

I feel positively brave!
I can touch my own and remove fluff, but beyond that I try not to touch it.
I know what you mean about telling people -- as a teenager a "friend", upon hearing my unease about my belly button, proceeded to poke a couple of fingers in its general direction until he managed to have me swear at him and violently push his hands away. I only told the missus because I thought she'd respect the fact I never want her to touch it -- but she still thinks it's funny to pretend to (admitedly she rarely does and I can cope with a light brush of a finger).
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 18:46, closed)