Rubber-World
I'm getting the hang of wearing rubber at SinCity....
what I've learnt is: Start getting ready early with a really good shower. Be fully dry before wearing it, use lots of baby power to put it on. Keep it zipped up, and don't bother too much about the 100 percent sweat factor.
Wearing rubber for a while, say a rubber vest and going dancing. I've noticed the physical support makes me stand up straighter and walk taller. After a few hours, It kind of makes me realise what an unfrozen freezzie-pop must feel like inside. (This is why women look so good in Rubber.. they don't sweat... they have that kinky glow instead.) Also, I've found, its best to keep drinking water while wearing rubber. And, the extra happy fact is around the waist where it's hard for a guy to reduce his spare tire, frequent rubber wearing combined with vigorous dancing or exercise of some type helps burn alot of that away.
The personal Kink of it is very minor really. For me it's the way it feels on the outside to the touch and how it looks on the body. The slightly unfit parts are sucked in, constricted. The fit parts have a sort of comic book superhero sense to them, which is impressive looking in the mirror. Plus, it feels like future clothes. And, here now living in my personal future, I spend most of my times as a modern man wondering where those personal jet packs are that we were promised as 70's kids. So, as long as I have a set of future clothes. I'm ready for my jet pack.
On most women who have the courage to wear it, it looks amazing. As many women in vancouver have those super-girl curves, from all the yoga, running and pilates they do. The extra plus is girls who like to wear rubber, like and have alot of respect for guys who wear rubber. As we have en even harder time convincing ourselves to wear it, and with all the course guy hair all over, it can be tough to wear at first. And, girls who wear rubber really know their rubber. Which I've found is a great way to start a conversation. " So where did you get that rubber dress? " hey lets dance...
The bad part of rubber is wearing it in such a conservative reactionary North American straight world zone that's also where the largest Canadian gay community exists. To wear it in the open alone as a guy, it automatically labels you a total freak, which is why small fetish nights exist in the first place. Getting to the club alone is kind of intimidating, the stares from all the minority taxi-drivers I've found create really extreme reactions. I once was completely passed by from a driver as I was opening the passenger door. So, I cover up and walk off the broad streets. Walking there with a similarly dressed female affords a certain amount of protection for a straight guy. But, not much.
On my way to the club the other night in coveralls, I passed a kinky rubber couple. The girl was hiding her ensemble under a raincoat, but as it was still a bit of a summer heat, and rubber is warm. She had the coat open. showing a very sexy rubber skirt and bustier. The guy was very brazen, openly displaying his glossy, tight, black rubber "Johnny Cash" US Sailor suit. I envied his courage, as we passed the near sports bar. The guy patrons smoking out side ogled his girl, and then called him a gay faggot while they're girlfriends snickered. As I passed them I said to the couple, who were smiling that kinky secret smile to each other in support, at all the negative attention. " They have no idea how much fun sin city is...."
I'm getting the hang of wearing rubber at SinCity....
what I've learnt is: Start getting ready early with a really good shower. Be fully dry before wearing it, use lots of baby power to put it on. Keep it zipped up, and don't bother too much about the 100 percent sweat factor.
Wearing rubber for a while, say a rubber vest and going dancing. I've noticed the physical support makes me stand up straighter and walk taller. After a few hours, It kind of makes me realise what an unfrozen freezzie-pop must feel like inside. (This is why women look so good in Rubber.. they don't sweat... they have that kinky glow instead.) Also, I've found, its best to keep drinking water while wearing rubber. And, the extra happy fact is around the waist where it's hard for a guy to reduce his spare tire, frequent rubber wearing combined with vigorous dancing or exercise of some type helps burn alot of that away.
The personal Kink of it is very minor really. For me it's the way it feels on the outside to the touch and how it looks on the body. The slightly unfit parts are sucked in, constricted. The fit parts have a sort of comic book superhero sense to them, which is impressive looking in the mirror. Plus, it feels like future clothes. And, here now living in my personal future, I spend most of my times as a modern man wondering where those personal jet packs are that we were promised as 70's kids. So, as long as I have a set of future clothes. I'm ready for my jet pack.
On most women who have the courage to wear it, it looks amazing. As many women in vancouver have those super-girl curves, from all the yoga, running and pilates they do. The extra plus is girls who like to wear rubber, like and have alot of respect for guys who wear rubber. As we have en even harder time convincing ourselves to wear it, and with all the course guy hair all over, it can be tough to wear at first. And, girls who wear rubber really know their rubber. Which I've found is a great way to start a conversation. " So where did you get that rubber dress? " hey lets dance...
The bad part of rubber is wearing it in such a conservative reactionary North American straight world zone that's also where the largest Canadian gay community exists. To wear it in the open alone as a guy, it automatically labels you a total freak, which is why small fetish nights exist in the first place. Getting to the club alone is kind of intimidating, the stares from all the minority taxi-drivers I've found create really extreme reactions. I once was completely passed by from a driver as I was opening the passenger door. So, I cover up and walk off the broad streets. Walking there with a similarly dressed female affords a certain amount of protection for a straight guy. But, not much.
On my way to the club the other night in coveralls, I passed a kinky rubber couple. The girl was hiding her ensemble under a raincoat, but as it was still a bit of a summer heat, and rubber is warm. She had the coat open. showing a very sexy rubber skirt and bustier. The guy was very brazen, openly displaying his glossy, tight, black rubber "Johnny Cash" US Sailor suit. I envied his courage, as we passed the near sports bar. The guy patrons smoking out side ogled his girl, and then called him a gay faggot while they're girlfriends snickered. As I passed them I said to the couple, who were smiling that kinky secret smile to each other in support, at all the negative attention. " They have no idea how much fun sin city is...."
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Its all things to take into consideration. As for me I would say its over 20 years of having a fucked life--one bad thing fallowed by another-- that has made me feel how I am feeling.
I am currently looking for a councler, but its easier said than done. Thank GOD I finally have insurance!