I dislike the feeling of certain types of drinking glasses, but there are others I am fine with.
I dislike being touched by hands, usually. I remember, when I worked in the freezer department of a supermarket, a customer I was assisting decided to show me how cold her hands were by touching my face. That was horrible.
I, too, dislike the feel of denim. I still wear jeans though, because it is only when I touch it with my hands that I find it unpleasant.
I find, usually, the laughter of a female or child to be unpleasant, which is an unfortunate thing. It kind of makes me sound like a heartless Victorian monster.