Missing in action.

Despite appearances, I haven't disappeared off the face of the earth. I have just been very busy and not very rubbery recently. I have a few half finished stories and a heap of new photos to post, but unfortunately not a lot of time to do it. One thing I have found time to do though is read other rubber blogs. There have been a few new and interesting ones appear recently...

Blackierubberised
This the blog of what seems to be an older guy into wearing rubber macs in public. The posts so far have been about his exhibitionist exploits and his ponderings about what sort of reaction he might get from other members of the public. Not a lot about the rubber itself. I get the impression the writer has been a long time rubberist and I would love here stories recounting past experiences.

strange things happening
This is a fascinating read. Partly because of the subject matter, the writer is trying to use electronics and computers to keep himself in a permanent rubber orgasm, and partly because English is the writers second language.
Despite his lack of vocabulary the stories are interesting if a little depressing. The guys life seems to be a mess.

Sealed And Suffocating...
After a promising start this blog looked like it was going to turn into a daily list of sports results. The blog charts a guys efforts to spend as much time as possible in total latex enclosure and as an incentive, as if you'd need one, he is using the Ataraxian "Pointz" System (see http://rubberist.net) to track his progress.

It has picked up again recently but a little bit of variation wouldn't go amiss. I am interested to see what he's going to do if he misses his weekly points target. It's going to be a big dissapointment if all we get is a shrug of the shoulders, all be it rubber covered.

Diary of a Latex Lady
This blog has got to be every rubberist's number one fantasy. The diary of a permanent rubber slave. The woman writer describes herself as a "lifestyle submissive latex fetishist." The blog is a fascinating read as she recounts her experiences living as a 24/7 latex slave to her master who we only know as Sir and her life style is definitely extreme, eg whenver she leaves the house she is gagged and wears a full rubber burqa over various rubber suits and masks. This includes when travelling by air. It does seem a bit far fetched at times, the couple have a maid who seems to be confined to rubber bondage most of the time and as a result I find myself wondering if it's real. Although there is enough detail to make it seem genuine, eg the writer suffered from a nasty rash from the zip of her suit.
Real or not it's a great read and my only wish is that she would talk more about the sexual side of her relationship.

Remember, don't believe everything you read on the internet.

Gumboot Capital of NZ

"The small market town of Taihape lies on the southern edge of the Central Volcanic Plateau and promotes itself as the ‘Gumboot Capital of New Zealand’"

(Via Small Town Travel Guide - Taihape - Gumboot Capital of NZ:)

Fetish Cross Roads.

An inevitable part of any sub culture is categorisation. A lot of people seem to have the need to analyse things to death and rather than concentrating on the things people have in common this process always accentuates the differences. And differences inevitably lead to conflict. Whether it be Mac or PC, Holden or Ford, pigeon holing people into groups is a process of separating people rather than bringing them closer together.

Rubberists too have been broken down into sub groups and it seems that part of being a rubberist involves trying to find out "why me". I tend to avoid these sorts of discussions, nothing good ever comes of them and frankly I don't care why I have this fetish. I can enjoy it without knowing the reasons behind it or knowing I fit in some group.

A casual observer of this site would probably conclude that if I was to be pigeon holed I'd be tending towards the heavy/industrial end of the rubber spectrum. That would be a fair conclusion but it would be wrong. As is evident by my recent postings I have been favouring that area recently but that doesn't reflect the fact that I also enjoy the fashion side of being a rubberist.

I think as with most people my 'becoming' a rubberist was an evolutionary process. Trying not to sound too much like a wanker, it was a journey of discovery. There was a time when I fantasised about certain activities or objects without realising that the key ingredient was rubber.

I had two distinct obsessions growing up. One was mud and protection and the other was boots and skin tight fashions, particularly catsuits. During my teenage years the fashion side was by far the most dominant probably because it was the more mainstream and because it was more directly associated with sexuality. Playboy often had pictures of women in catsuits and boots but almost never in mud:) There was never any thought though that the two were related.

That all changed one day when a copy of Rubberist magazine arrived in my mail box. It was issue number 13 and it was a revelation. Previous to that I had developed an interest in rubber, obviously otherwise I wouldn't have ordered a copy of Rubberist magazine, but I had no idea what hard core rubber fetishism was about. I was completely blown away. My two fetishes collided and became one and the whole was greater than the sum of its parts. Everything suddenly made sense and felt so right.

It was several years after that that I bought my first rubber clothing and over time my fetish has continued to develop. Today I still love seeing women in boots. I often spend a lunch time in the city watching the boots go by. And the mud fantasies are obviously as strong as ever though they have grown to a more general heavy rubber theme. My catsuit fetish though has been totally replaced by skin tight rubber clothing. I still have the two distinct obsessions, but now they are linked via rubber. I have a rubber boot in each pigeon hole.

Over the coming months I plan to document the development of my rubber fetish. Not as an attempt to explain or justify it, but to record it. Recently a friend sent me the story of how she came to rubber which started me thinking about the path that I took. As I recalled events from my childhood I realised that the details were starting to disappear. I want to document the events before thay are gone forever.

Hopefully someone might find it interesting.