RubberReview: Authentic Adventures

Authentic Adventures is by Cazzo Films and directed by Hans Peter Hagen. Released in 1997, it marked their first foray into kinkier porn for the young production company.

There isn't a plot, so much as a bunch of sex scenes loosely tied to each other. They're all filmed at an abandoned industrial site, as many european pornos seem to be. The scenes vary from good old fashioned dominant fucking, to a somewhat obligatory (these days) fisting scene. There's also a somewhat raunchy fuck in a mud puddle at the end. However, in my mind, this is all just filler. What interests me, is the first 10 minutes.

After gearing up in camo fatigues and donning paintball equipment, we're treated to very short paintball sequence where one "unfortunate" lad stumbles upon a man dressed in a military hazmat suit, gloves, waders, and a gas mask. I have no idea what he's doing, but its not important enough to delay him from overpowering the stunned twink, pinning him against a wall with his geared up body.

After examining his tongue (don't ask me why), he gives the boy a few good whacks to let him know who's in charge, but doesn't get especially rough. He pulls his pants down giving his captive's hard cock a few good swats and strokes, then they enjoy a little sensual tit play while kissing his gas mask. A few more swats to his face stops him for getting the wrong idea.

He explores the boy's mouth with his gloved hand, and then gives him a little fuck from behind. He gets him on the floor for some doggie style fucking. As he straddles the boy's butt with his wadered legs, he guides him with his gauntleted hands. It's hard to make out at times, but the rubber soldier is, in fact, wearing a sheath.

After a bit of fucking, the hazmat guy dives into the tight ass with lubed rubber fingers as he manhandles his swinging balls. A little more fucking, and he's ready to "release" his captive. He strokes him to a satisfying and loud, if not especially messy, orgasm. A bit splashes on his gas mask. His mission, apparently accomplished, he tells the boy to take a hike.

I think this scene is hot for a lot of reasons. The gear, of course, but also the lack of dialogue except for grunting and moaning; all you hear is sex and a gas mask. I really wish this movie was nothing but an hour of this. I could see a whole movie revolving around the mysterious rubber soldiers ambushing each boy and having his way with them.

Production: 3/5 - The film is fairly old, and it sort of shows it. Better lighting and camerawork would have made it all the more enjoyable. Still, its definitely not bad looking by any means.

Geariness: 4/5 - Authentic Adventures gets a high mark for its use of heavy rubber gear, which is a rather welcome departure from the rubber polo shirts and chaps that are usually seen in mainstream fetish films. The outfit is also nicely done, with a great Russian PBF gas mask, and waders. The rest of the movie has pretty nondescript skinhead gear and military fatigues.

Sex: 4/5 - The entire film has a lot to offer, running the whole gamut of orifice intruding activities. The scenes are varied and fairly interesting, involving chains, slings, and mud. The rubber scene could have been better, though I appreciate the exploration of this mouth. The whole scene feels a bit rushed, and none of the shots last as long as I wanted them to.

Overall, this movie has a lot to offer, and the rubber scene, alone, makes it one of my favorites.

Mountie in Trouble for Bondage Photos

Or is he?

On July 5th, it was reported that an RCMP officer from the Coquitlam, BC detachment was subject to a code-of-conduct investigation, in regards to sexually explicit photos posted on the internet of him and a woman engaged in S&M and bondage activities.

Excerpt:

The RCMP has not identified the officer, but published reports say Cpl. Jim Brown is the subject of the pictures, which show sexually explicit torture images, including one picture where the man is holding a large butcher knife to a naked woman's throat.
Brown could not be reached for comment.
Several of the photos show a bald-headed man with a goatee, dressed in black, leather-like pants, with a large machete. In one image he is binding the hands and feet of a woman who is lying on green grass and wearing a yellow dress.
Nothing the man wears appears to connect him to the RCMP, although he does wear a pair of tall dark boots in some images.

Read the full article here.

Eww... Girls.

However, on July 6th, another article states that it may not even be him in the more graphic photos. Incidentally, wearing tall dark boots does not make you a Mountie. The constable may, in fact, be the victim of association. And an jump-the-gun news media, eager for more sensational RCMP scandals.

Excerpt:

The identity of the man in some of the pictures circulating through the media has been questioned.
Reive Doig, of Erotica Vancouver Magazine, an online website, said Friday that he knows the man in some of the more explicit pictures, and that man isn't an RCMP officer.
The Mounties have not identified the officer being investigated, but published reports have said Cpl. Jim Brown is the subject of pictures referenced in the media which show sexually explicit scenes.

The full article can be read here.

Frogmen are hot.

I think frogmen are uber hot.

One of the very first websites that I came across as a youth, was the homepage of a rubberman named ncapsul8. His website was filled with images of men in heavy rubber diving gear and hazmat suits. I was in love, instantly. Better still, his website had a very horny selection of videos, showing guys in great rubber gear getting worked on while in bondage. That was new and exciting for an impressionable young man. Moaning into a full face mask, the hiss of air, the creaking as heavy rubber gloves grope your straining erection until you climax into your rubber suit.

Ultimate. Hotness. In the age of dial-up, well worth the wait.

So, is it a surprise that frogmen turn me on? Not really. I drooled over issues of National Geographic, and longed for the day that I would be able to afford the great gear that I wanted so badly. Alas, that kind of gear is expensive. And not exactly something I could pick up at the local dive shop. But still, I hoped, I planned... I got a job. And eventually, eBay appeared, and finally my dream was within my grasp.

But what is it about a frogman that makes a rubberman's cock stir? The gear? Of course. The suit, whether heavy duty, designed for safety and protection or skintight. The specialized equipment, allowing a person to work and play underwater. The mask, transforming the man into a diver, nay, a frogman. The total protection from the elements, and encapsulation by their equipment. Being in the water, but immune to it. But the man inside is also important. There is the implication of hardiness, toughness. After all, the original frogmen were soldiers.

Source: The Frogman's Homepage.

When I think of a frogman, I picture a man, covered from head to toe in thick rubber. His face is concealed behind a dive mask; his breath is deliberate as he breathes from the air tank weighing him down. His feet are flippers, and his hands are thick gloves. Strapped to his body is equipment designed to keep him safe and allow him to work. He is strong, brave, and even a bit mysterious. He's an explorer, a savior, a worker, or a soldier. He's got a job to do, and the water is no match for him. In fact, he's in his element.

And then, back in the locker room, he has wild gay sex with his dive buddy while in gear. Hah!

Do you like frogmen, like I do? What makes it hot for you?

Source: Ning DiveGear group (defunct).

Incidentally kinky #02

Some army boys in MOPP 4 gear get musical. If this were a show, I'd pay to see it.

Worker's Union vs. IML

Those who are attending or familiar with IML should find this interesting. There seems to be some drama surrounding this year's International Mister Leather event in Chicago. By extension, one can assume this would also affect the MIR @ IML events that are running concurrently in the same venues. I came across this post on Joe. My. God.

Excerpt: 

The 34th annual International Mister Leather convention is taking place this weekend in Chicago, where attendees at the host hotel could potentially face a picket line over a long-running union labor dispute.

Read the full post here.

Protesters at the Hyatt Regency Chicago in 2010.

Stormtrooper Romance!

Found this little gem. Amazingly, its not really a comedy. Kinda heavy handed with the drama, but it's still a good watch. It's in Spanish, but there are subtitles. I'm sooooo glad they didn't make them stereotypically uber-gay.



Aw, so cute! Hope they got away!

A webcomic called Starfighter.

I stumbled upon this interesting webcomic, called Starfighter. I recommend you check it out.

The comic is drawn in a (mostly) black and white Japanese anime style, and is set in the future, where the characters are engaged in an interstellar war of sorts. The thing that makes the comic especially appealing is that the spacesuits are tight-fitting, black, and shiny. Did I forget to mention that there is some hot gay sex, too? Yeah, totally not safe for work.

Definitely check out the extras.

This is a yaoi comic. For those unfamiliar with the genre, yaoi, is art or fiction that features gay romance, produced primarily by, and for, females (Edit: Actually, not sure what the gender of the author is, but doesn't really matter). Of course, that doesn't mean we can't indulge in their fantasies, as well. Technically, bara is the correct term for gay stuff made for a gay audience, such as some of the artwork featured in Instigator Magazine, but the term is less widely used among English-speakers.

Thin & Tight or Thick & Loose?

Do you prefer skintight latex or heavy rubber? They are each a staple of rubber fetishism, and indeed, both have many desirable merits. And while I doubt there is any rubberman that would flat-out deny the hotness of either, it's clear most of us have our preferences. Look at any rubberman's gear collection, including your own, and you'll probably see a bias.

Some guys prefer skintight latex, such as catsuits. They revel in the snug and supporting feeling of rubber hugging every curve of their body. As Bootbrush explained in his podcast interview, it moves with you, and feels like an extension of your body. It's a second skin that heightens every touch and caress. You feel protected, and yet, exposed, as the material conforms to every curve and bulge, leaving little to the imagination. The rubberman that you see is like you, but with a smooth, lustrous, latex body.

Other guys, including myself, lean towards heavy rubber; diving suits, hazmat, industrial rubber gear. We love the thick, restrictive feeling as the rubber encapsulates our bodies. The gear contains you, swallows you into the rubber gear itself; you are in it. Sensual touches are distant, yet subtle. You feel protected from the world, safe and secure in its rubbery embrace. You are transformed into a rubber creature, with a man hidden deep inside the shiny folds and ripples of thick rubber.

The reasons why we fall in love with particular pieces and types of gear show us the differences between the two, and also the similarities. Both give a sense of protection, and both are metamorphic. Both provide the same full-body, all-sensory experience of sight, sound, smell and taste. But a key difference to note is that skintight latex is made for fetishists. It's purpose is to feel sensual and look sexy. In that sense, getting into a rubber catsuit can be seen as inherently hyper-sexual. Heavy rubber, on the other hand, is generally made for safety, commercial or industrial purposes. It's the gear of hard working, tough, and often courageous (primarily) men. There must be a hyper-masculinity connection in there, somewhere. And the fact that we take this purpose-made gear, and the personae that it implies, and sexually pervert it, delights me to no end.

They each have they're own advantages. Skintight latex is a great way to show off every curve of your body. Your physique, whatever it may be, is highlighted in smooth, glossy rubber, and is a central part of your image. In contrast, heavy rubber can be seen as a great equalizer... it looks good on just about anyone. In this instance, the adage is true: the clothes make the man.

I'm generalizing, of course. With something so personal as a sexual fetish, there is always special meaning within everything. But, from experience and discussion, I believe my interpretation is fairly typical. Although, absolutely, skintight and heavy are not mutually exclusive. And anyone who loves layering will know that. And thin, loose rubber can be quite stimulating.

So, which do you prefer? Skintight or heavy? Or both, equally? If you had to choose...

Humbled, I salute you.

I just discovered Rubber Canuck's thoughts on some of the reviews regarding the weekend. Particularly, mine. His post is very enlightening, and I highly recommend you to read it. It offers a clear window into the side of Rubbout we don't often think about.

It's now almost 5 AM, and its been bugging me all night, so I'm going post this as soon as it's off my chest. Consider this an open letter.

I feel a bit guilty. And that's probably because I am guilty; of being ungrateful.

The review was hard for me to write, because I've always been a stalwart supporter of Rubbout, at least in so far as that I never really had anything but praise for it. I didn't pull any punches, and in retrospect, I somewhat regret it.

Obviously, for the enormous amount of time and hard work you, Rob, and Doug have put into Rubbout, my words must have felt like a slap in the face. To feel your work is unappreciated is never a good thing. It obviously bothered you, and that bothers me. That's not what I wanted. But, I made stupid assumptions, I spoke without knowing, and without consideration. For that, I sincerely apologize, to each of you.

I've always cherished Rubbout, and would be loathe to ever see it falter. My words were, indeed, harsh, but you were correct; I did mean well. I know that you can't please everyone, and so I should have been more understanding. Although, rather ironically, it seems that what you envision for the future of Rubbout is something I'd like to see. I'd like to help, if I can.

I know (more now, then ever) that organizing Rubbout is a massive undertaking, requiring great personal strength and sacrifice. I am humbled. And I salute you.

Again, thank you.

(I have edited the review.)

Rubbout 21 - After Action Report

Another Rubbout is over. I think I speak for all the attendees in saying that it comes too infrequently and is over too soon. That's what she said! Ohhh! Ahem. Sorry.

Actually, Rubbout 21 was longer than ones of the past. If you include the Thursday "Invasion" and the Monday dive expedition, the event was actually FIVE DAYS. That's pretty awesome. I shall relate that awesomeness to you, as well as the aspects that could have been better. Yes, Rubbout is still a work in progress.

This year, the theme was a sort of sci-fi/alien invasion. This seemed to be right up that alley of my roommate, Longshot, who dressed as Master Chief from the Halo video games for nearly the entire time.

Please note that this is an expression of my own experiences and opinions, and of some of the attendees that I spoke with at the event.

Regardless, a HUGE thank you to Rob, Reid (aka Rubbercanuck), and Doug M. (also Doug S.) for all their hard work. And, of course, thank you to the volunteers!

Thursday - Invasion Night


Rubber Invasion

The invasion of 1181 Davie Street.

The night started with a rendezvous at the Pumpjack Pub, a traditional Rubbout venue. The turnout was quite impressive, with a number of rubbered guys filling out the ranks of regular patrons. A group of guys, whom I shall now refer to as "the pups" were in attendance, displaying their usual playful personalities. After some time enjoying drinks and good conversation, the decision was made to commence the "invasion". Our first stop was a posh gay bar down Davie Street called 1181. It was certainly an interesting contrast, as the Pumpjack has a dark slightly industrial feel with brick, leather, and woodgrains. 1181, however, is all clean lines, glossy finishes, and contemporary designs. Everyone enjoyed a suitably pricey drink, pics were taken, and then it was off to the next venue.

The Oasis Ultra Lounge is more restauranty than either the Pumpjack or 1181. Arriving unannounced, our rubber army proved too much for the poor cook in the kitchen, when some of our group ordered food. The bar, similarly, was backed up for some time as they attempted to serve around 2 or 3 dozen of us. Walking down the street in a mass of rubber and costumes was an exhilarating experience.

Longshot aka Master Chief and Collector2 at the Oasis.

I'm not 100% sure if another bar was crashed afterwards, but as we waited for our food, the momentum seemed to be lost. Many of us called it a night, and retired back to the host hotel for more socializing and cocktails. One of my roommates, RbbrWizrd, took great pride in his mysterious cocktail, known as The Rubb. Although it was a big hit, we're all still in the dark as to the milky greenish-yellow mixer that was the focal point of the drink. And no, its not what you may be thinking. Seriously, that's just gross.

Ruff Party

After the Invasion, there was a bear/cub party. I did not attend, as I am neither a bear, nor especially interested in them. There was some discussion among our group, some of whom are bears, as to the validity of such an party at a rubber-oriented event. The party did not appear to be fetish oriented in any way, as far as I can tell. They are a sponsor, so one can hazard a guess as to how it came to be included on the official schedule. By one account, however, it was a fun night in its own right.



Friday - Rubber Night

Registration

Our room opted to stay in the hotel and host our own little cocktail party, instead of attending the early registration at the Pumpjack. The package can be picked up at the Meat & Greet later on, and consists of a goodie bag with lube, polish, various pamphlets and cards, and a RubberZone 30-day membership!

Meat & Greet

Longshot says Happy Easter!

Hosted at the Junction Pub, the Meat & Greet is a great way to catch up with old friends and meet up with new ones. This year, they played matchmaker and handed out playing cards to which you would seek out the duplicate and engage in conversation. My match was a drag queen from the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, who were there to support the event by selling raffle tickets. The conversation was pretty short, as drag isn't my thing, and I suspect that rubber wasn't high on his list either.

Rubber Party

After a while, we began to migrate back to the Pumpjack for the exclusive Mr. S Leather Rubber Party. I'm told that this is the first time that the Pumpjack has voluntarily closed its doors to the public. Suffice to say, rubber was in high abundance without the regular patrons in the mix. The music was very loud, but not too intense off the dance floor. And there was plenty of eye candy. In the back a few lucky devils were subjected to turns in a rubber sleepsack and a shrinkwrap bondage contraption. I met up with a few friends from the Seattle area, whom I hadn't even known were coming until the last minute. You know who you are!


Saturday - Fetish Night


Puppy Play Party

The Pups next door.

The Puppy Play Party, a hit last year, was hosted at the Junction. It was quite entertaining, featuring a Best in Show competition not unlike the Westminster Dog Show. Handlers allowed their pups to romp and roam on a large padded play area. Attendees enjoyed the cute antics of the rubber or leather pups, and were delighted and thrilled by some impressive puppy maneuvers. Puppies were graded on aspects such as ability to fight for a toy, "loping", and jumping though a hoop. They were also commanded to display their best tricks, which, amongst other things, included doing "the worm". A pup by the name of Roscoe won "Best New Puppy", and Gadget won "Best in Show". It was a great woofy way to spend the afternoon.

Slick: Invasion

Enjoying the night air.

Investigating a noise complaint.

Returning for a second time, this is a "Fetish-Fantasy Party", this time located at Performance Works on Granville Island. Initially, I was impressed. The event volunteers greeted us in a decontamination setting. Dressed in scrubs and surgical masks, they ushered us into an airlock to be polished. The night started off gradually, but quickly, the music became so incredibly loud that all you could do was dance. And I did dance, grinding my crotch into Master Chief's armored codpiece.*grin* But eventually, the noise became intolerable. I had talked to one of the organizers (I forget which one) beforehand and told him of that the previous dance had been criticized for the music volume, and, apparently, my advice was not heeded. Some of us sought refuge in the building's lobby, while others simply left. The organizers provided a shuttle bus service to and from the hotel, and, eventually, complimentary cab service for those that wanted to head out. I don't know how many chose to leave and how many were driven out. The gear levels were also disappointing, as many of the guys seemed to be wearing minimal latex. A few go-go boys in skimpy latex danced on stage (yawn) but otherwise not much happened. Talk of a rubber scene on stage did not appear to pan out. I did not stay the complete night, as the better prospect of vac rack bondage back at the hotel awaited me.

I honestly don't know who is in there...

Slick: Official After Party

This is another event that I had reservations about, and so chose not to attend. Hot steamy bathhouses are not conductive to rubber gear, and almost guarantees that anything you are wearing is taken off. If anyone did go to Steamworks after the dance, please let me know how it went.


Sunday - Recovery

Brunch

We returned to the Junction, this time for brunch. The food was decent and satisfying, consisting of standard breakfast fare including pancakes. The highlight was easily the much anticipated raffle draw. There was a healthy selection of prizes to be won. I am now the proud owner of a Violet Wand. Another of our group won a free massage, and my friends from Washington state won Rubberzone DVDs and some rubber gear.

Kegger

Pretty much just a normal get-together for beers. Rubber gear optional. Did not attend this year, but it's usually a non-affair. We opted to return to the hotel for more cocktails and conversations, and gear play.

Truckerdisco

Truthfully, I have no f-ing clue what this was. Even reading the Rubbout pamphlet doesn't really help. As far as I can tell, it's a dance. Again, without any rubber association. *Sigh*. Did. Not. Attend.

Monday - Dive Deep


Commercial Dive Excursion

Now that's how you collect clams.

Those boots are awesome.

Frogman friends! Smile for the camera!

 As a way to end Rubbout, this was just awesome! The attendance was comparatively tiny, 12, but they were all there because of their love for rubber and diving. Porteau Cove Provincial Park is absolutely beautiful fjord, with scenic mountains and shimmering water. Collector2 took the extraordinary step of bringing everything required to conduct a surface-supplied dive. We are talking majorly big and expensive equipment, which most people never see first-hand, never mind experience. The gear used in the dive was a red Viking HD and a black Gates ProAm, both with Kirby Morgan Superlites. As a lover of frogmen, I must say... uber-hotness. As of yet, I am not a certified diver, and therefore contented myself tending the umbilical lines and assisting the divers in suiting up. But just to be close to men in this kind of gear gave me an instant boner. Rubcop dived his custom black Aquala drysuit, which was a sight to see. I brought my own drysuit along with the intention of simply wearing it and perhaps testing it in the water. We dived until the tide began to threaten our position on shore, but had gotten six divers in the water by then. It was enlightening and exciting, and a great way to spend the day. We dubbed the event DiveOUT, with the intention of doing it again. Afterwards, our dive group met up for dinner and farewell cocktails.

Rubcop's black Aquala with mitts. *drool*

Closing Thoughts

It should be noted that Rubbout is under new management for the first time in years, and so a period of adjustment is completely understandable. Every event has hiccups and its ups and downs. Experience is an asset that previous organizers acquired during their tenure, and given time, the committee should find its comfort zone and greater success should follow. The bar has continually been raised from year to year, and you can only fly so high before you burn up in the sun.

(Edit: For the record, Doug, Reid, and Rob have been integral to the success of Rubbout for many years. They are fully capable and qualified in their roles. This was a factually inaccurate assumption on my part.)

The Mr. S. Leather Rubber Party was definitely enjoyable. Bill, aka RbbrWizrd, the founder of Rubbout, said it had a "European factory party" feel to it. I'm not entirely sure what that is, but it sounds good to me! The Invasion was good fun, as well. And as always, the people you meet and friends you make are well worth the price of admission.

The low point was definitely the Slick party. The music was too loud, and if its really a party, then there should be socializing. How do you socialize when you have to yell to be heard from a foot away? The dance suffered the same volume problem as last year. But it did not feature the really hot bondage and rubber scenes that had been a redeeming quality during the first Slick.

For the most part, I still had a great time, and I will most likely attend next year.

Another for the collection.

But not the kitchen sink.

I'm currently in the painstaking process of selecting my equipment, as it were. Rubbout is tomorrow, if you count the Thursday invasion. I'm probably not the only rubberguy out there still packing. Actually, I know for a fact!

So far, I've packed my tactical gear, which includes pads, vest, and BDU's should I decided to forgo outwardly visible rubber (for whatever reason). My standard outfit includes a gasmask, because, well, they're fucking awesome, and I love 'em. This year, I plan on combining it with a heavy rubber suit, either my Hydroglove or my military Viking. The basic idea is sort of a Hazmat SWAT unit. I got the necessary shoulder patches and everything. If ever there was a time to show off my military gear, it is this year.

Circa Rubbout 2010. This year with 142% more rubber.

As far as other gear goes, its all up in the air. My tighter fitting Hydroglove is my suit of choice for general rubbering, but I do have a few fetishy items that I like to bring out for special occasions. I'm currently waiting for a pair of rubber overalls and a shirt I ordered from E7 Gear. I'm hoping it arrives on Friday, so I can wear it over the weekend. My wardrobe is surprisingly sparse in the casual rubber department. Such is life for a heavy rubber addict!

Other gear I'm planning on bringing is my firefighter turnout gear, which was a hit in years past. This year, I'm thinking about bringing my SCBA. The tank is expired and I have no method of recharging it, even if I wanted to, so its basically a huge prop. Not really sure if the mass to hotness ratio is sufficient to warrant lugging it around. Although, let me tell you, it's pretty funny making people nervous walking around in full fire gear. Went into a Chevron gas station to buy a lottery ticket once, and the guy behind the counter gave me the most hilarious nervous look. My turnout gear is black with yellow reflective stripes; the same as Vancouver's fire department. Ironically, I chose black and yellow so that it wouldn't be the same colours as my own local fire department! Luckily, people don't seem to be as strict about being mistaken as a firefighter, as opposed to a cop (a big no-no).

Hopefully, I'll see some of you at Rubbout!

I love Halloween. Tragically, I didn't win best costume.

Pups love crotch.

And knocking you right in the balls.

I had the fortune of meeting Rouki and his friends last year at Rubbout 20. I had a lot of fun watching their crazy puppy antics, and the equally amusing reactions of random spectators. You can imagine the hilarity of watching a busload of people gawk as they pass by.

I'm not really into puppy play, though it looks like a very fun and, perhaps, liberating experience. I'd like to give it a try. Can you say Rubber SWAT puppy? I think I'll start with a more anthropomorphic approach to begin with. Taking a page from Rubberdawg, I'll be of the two-legged, beer-drinking variety.

However, I think there's a mental disconnect in my brain. I'm trying to treat them like a dog, and yet they're as smart and independent as I am. If I remember correctly, there were two basic personalities that I witnessed the most: Horny, lovable Lassie. And horny, mischievous mirror universe Lassie. And I say Lassie because, just like the TV canine, the rubber pups can understand every word you say. "Timmy's stuck down the well?"

When confronted with Evil Lassie, during my brief time as handler, I wasn't sure what to do. Are you supposed to be the laid-back owner who can't control his dog, or the hard-ass trainer pulling on the choke chain? It probably really depends on the puppy. And that's probably something you should sort out beforehand. I suppose ultimately, its a little of both. The gracious master who allows his pup to playfully run amok, but lays down the law as soon as he becomes "displeased". I hope to learn more about the scene during this year's Rubbout.

I look forward to being around the pups again! See you all in April!

I drive the cruiser, he sniffs out the perps. We tried it the other way, but it didn't work.

Equipment check! Cock that weapon!

10 Tips For Your Profile...

Posted on Tabooterminal:

1. LOLCats and Demotivaters are funny, great for blogs and 4chan forums, but they are not good for profile sites and don’t mesh well when accompanied alongside people in latex dog suits and ass-less leather pants. People visit these sites to find out who you are, and unless you’re a kitten who really likes “cheese burgers”, it only speaks to your desperate need for attention. Keep your images relevant.

Read the full article here.

I think there's some sound advice. 500 friends on your RZ profile? That shit is for Facebook!

Incidentally Kinky #01

Rubber Rocket by Electric Six



One of my favourite bands! You might remember them from their viral hit Gay Bar.


This post is mainly to test out embedded video. So, this is very incidental. Better stuff will follow. Promise!

Faceless Goons: Subverting the Trope.

So, what's a trope, you ask? Well, its a literary device. More broadly, tropes are "devices and conventions that a writer can reasonably rely on as being present in the audience members' minds and expectations." They can be thought of as fictional stereotypes of people, places, things, pretty much anything.

Examples? When an evil villain takes the time to explain how his fiendish plot will work. That's a trope called "Evil Gloating", standard fare in any Bond movie. It's stupid, right? But it serves a purpose. It's a contrivance that allows the story to play out a certain way.

How about in every Steven Seagal and Jean-Claude Van Damme movie, the hero encounters death at every turn, but against all odds, is unhurt? That trope is called Plot Armor.

I'm sure you're wondering what this has to do with gear fetish. I'll bring your attention to one particular trope: Faceless Goons or more accurately, Gas Mask Mook. Star Wars' Stormtroopers and Halo's Spartans (such as Master Chief) are examples of the Faceless Goons trope. The British SAS, and their tinted S10 gas masks are a prime example of the Gas Mask Mook.

Longshot as "The Chief"

I find this trope to often be very sexy, in the visual sense. Guys in gas masks, helmets, tinted goggles, etc. The examples of this trope are everywhere in the gear fetish scene. I love gas masks, and part of that is because of the bad-ass anonymity that it provides, as well as the alien and, indeed, dehumanizing quality that it imparts. There is a sense of dangerousness and a lack of limits. When I wear my full gear, I feel that I am, at least in part, role playing a character.

And although I enjoy this trope, I often hate this trope. Because when it's used, the hot gear wearing guys (usually) die. Why is it that in so many movies and video games, the cannon fodder are depicted as faceless masses? It's simple: so you don't feel bad when the hero (sometimes you) kills them all. That way, you don't think of them as people. And yet, this does not work on me. Perhaps it's because I find them so often sexy, that I can empathize with them, despite their dehumanization. They are still people, behind that armor, behind that mask. I know, I am one.

And so, as much as I love the liberating and powerful feeling of anonymity, I also love to subvert it. I buck the established norm for Gas Mask Mooks. Faceless Goons have a bad reputation, not that it's completely undeserved. But I'm different. I'm bad-ass, but I'm the good guy. I look cold, but I'm warm and fuzzy. I'll kick your ass, but I'd also like to fuck it.

It should come as no surprise to us perverts, that the perversion of this trope is equally as sexy as the trope itself.

The teddy bear, not so much.
 

Snuggable tactical decoy.

The floor is now open.

So, here I am wondering why not a single person has commented on anything... Oops, had the comments set to only allow registered users.

Now anyone can comment!

So, by all means, please leave any comments you wish about any of the posts I've made so far. I'd really like to hear from you!

So... lonely...

Are you going to Rubbout?

I know I am. In fact, I'm taking time off work so I can enjoy it without interruption.

It's only the longest running gay rubber party in North America! And after last year's overwhelming success, the event's 21st annual incarnation is bound to be bigger and better than last year!

My gear is more practical than his.

The event takes place in Vancouver, Canada, and runs from Thursday April 5th to Sunday April 8th. It's always been a ton of fun. I've attended for several years now, and I'll continue to go. The bewildered bystanders have always been a fun part of going to and from venues. This time, it's actually a part of the event!

Wristbands and dog tags from my Rubbouts.

Also, for those interested and able, there is also a Commercial Dive Excursion on Monday April 9th at Porteau Cove Provincial Park. It's organized by Collector 2, so it will be very rubberman friendly. Come to dive, help out, or just to watch the frogmen!

Beautiful Porteau Cove. And look, divers!

Mmm... rubber aprons.

It's not exactly your standard rubber accessory, I know. I'm not entirely sure what turned me on to rubber aprons, but I can only speculate that it was a number of reasons. This is not your mom's "Kiss the Cook" apron.

A rubber apron is impenetrable and protective, so right away there is a protective gear connection. There is also an implication that, wearing such a piece of gear, you will be engaged in messy activities. Piss, cum, and lube splatter and drip from its thick, shiny, rubbery surface. It's heavy duty gear for heavy duty action. It doesn't say sexy the way a catsuit says sexy. It says sexy by saying "I'm going to work on you. And you're gonna make a mess." Now, that's hardcore.

It also conceals and shields the body, the way other loose fitting gear does. The male form is recognizable, but altered; hidden from the eye, just enough to allow the mind to imagine the straining hard-on within. It is a tease to see the subtle bulge of a cock, stowed away, but ready with a flick of a wrist.

Or, maybe I'm reading too far into it. Rubber aprons are big pieces of wearable rubber, enough said.

My current rubber apron is from Polymorphe, based in Montreal. I bought the apron from the local Priape store, which stocks Polymorphe rubber wear. They are undoubtedly one of my favourite makers of rubber clothing. While their selection isn't as large as many European studios, the quality is excellent. And best of all, they chlorinate the rubber, giving it a silky feel and a natural luster.  I also own a sheath, and sailor front jeans from them. Worth every penny.

The apron is heavy, long, and well made. Chlorinated and unlined, the supple rubber feels like a dream on bare skin or gliding across your tightly suited body.

The bulge.

The grope.

The wank.

From head to cock to toe. Chlorinated rubber heaven.

Rubber is collectable.

It's collectable. Like coins or old comic books.

Sadly, the golden age of rubber products is over, supplanted by polymers and high-tech fabrics. You can see it everywhere. Raincoats are made of PVC or Gore-Tex. Gloves are made of Nitrile or vinyl. Hazmat suits made of Tyvek. Even "rubber boots" are increasingly not-rubber.

I suppose that its inevitable, and understandable. For as much as we love latex and rubber, it just doesn't stand up to the ingenuity of man. Better, faster, stronger. And cheaper.

Look at all the vintage gear from a bygone era that we covet. Avon drysuits. Drager hazmat suits. Black Diamond rain gear, to name a few. These rubber products are obsolete, and will probably never be made again. How many were made, used to destruction, and then discarded? They are increasingly rare, and thus, collectable.

I collect some of that gear when I can, because its the type of heavy gear that makes me horny. Its rarity makes it all the more desirable. But that desire comes at the price of knowing that I may never own another like it. And that other rubbermen like myself, may never experience its pleasures. So, I covet my rare pieces of gear. I try to take care of them, and use them gently. With luck, they will bring years of enjoyment.

I once wrote a story about a rubber drysuit. The drysuit was owned by a rubberman, and it reveled in the attention and care that its owner bestowed upon it. It was happy in the knowledge that it would live out its days safe and appreciated.

That's how I sometimes see gear collecting. We fetishists are the rubber equivalent of an animal rescue shelter. Saving gear from a undignified fate, and giving them a good home.

But there is hope out there beyond just conservation. Aquala still makes arguably the horniest rubber drysuits. Viking and others still make rubber drysuits for commercial and industrial purposes. There are a few makers of rubber raincoats, such as Nat's. And I've even seen an online rubber store making replica rubber hazmat suits for the fetishist in mind (they've since disappeared, but I still applaud them). And many of us have probably seen the surge explosion in the popularity of rubber boots, particularly Hunter wellies.

And of course, there's always latex. Fetish rubber is more accessible than ever. Should we thank society for opening their minds? Or the Wachowski brothers for The Matrix? Whatever the reason, rubber fetish gear is here to stay.

But please, treat your rubber as a companion, and take care of it.

Suiting up in my vintage hazmat suit.

When I say rubber...

So, this is a blog primarily about rubber, and rubber gear. Now, when I say 'rubber' what I really mean, of course, is 'rubber fetish'. But what does that really mean?

Now, I'm going to assume you know what a rubber fetish is... and if you don't, you can Wikipedia it. What is it, in a more philosophical manner? I guess what I really mean, what does my rubber fetish mean to me?

Any serious rubberist has pondered this question before. Should a person arrive at an answer, it is a unique and personal understanding of one's sexuality.

What is my rubber fetish to me?

It is what defines my sexuality. Sexually, I'm a rubber fetishist, above all else. I have other fetishes that affect me, strongly, but rubber is the big one. Rubber, in nearly all its wearable forms, stirs within me a potent sexual desire. I sometimes wonder if a non-fetishist can truly appreciate the pure sexual attraction that is triggered within me.

I wonder, because I've know no other attraction. From my earliest sexual memories, rubber has been in my thoughts. Rubber boots on the playground. Rubber gloves in the kitchen sink. My memories of my first sexual acts of self-discovery have me staring at the rubber boots of classmates as I pleasured myself discreetly.

So, one can see why my rubber fetish means so much to me. It has been with me almost all my life. It is sometimes a hard companion to have, but it never fails to satisfy. As a teenager, I felt shame in my strange attraction. Being different and not conforming to the expectations of society and my parents. Compound upon this the realization that I considered myself gay. It seems a recipe for disaster, but I think I got off easy, to be honest.

Being attracted to rubber and accepting my attraction to men in rubber was eased by the knowledge that there were others around the world that shared my feelings. And as guy friends got girlfriends, I delved deeper into the fetish world available to me via the internet. I learned of catsuits, wetsuits, drysuits, hazmat suits, a smorgasbord of hot rubbery gear. It all looked so good, and it felt right for me.

Again, I think I got off easy. I was a nerd in high school, so it was a foregone conclusion that I wouldn't have a girlfriend. And here is where the potency of my rubber fetish became apparent. I wanted a boyfriend. But not only did no prospective gay males present themselves, I came to realize that to be sexually attracted to them, they had to be wearing rubber. Even the most sexually virile porn-star was a mere shade compared to a hairy, overweight, middle-aged rubberman. Although the same man, out of rubber wasn't particularly appealing, neither was the strapping young lad. Unless they were wearing rubber gear. Unfortunately, similarly aged rubberboys were not in high abundance. How much easier it would be to be attracted to a regular guy. The absurdity of wishing I was a regular homo, didn't change the fact that my boyfriend, lover, would have to be a rubberman like me.

So, here I am now, years later. And my rubber fetish is still going as strong as ever. I don't wish I was normal anymore. Not even a normal gay guy. I am what I am, and I accept, love, and celebrate that. Rubber brings me a happiness and fulfillment. To deny it, to circumvent it, is to ignore a defining part of me. I am a rubberman.

I hope you are too.

Tactical gear and rubber. A favourite!

Test. Test... Is this thing on?

Ahem.

Welcome to my blog!

Well, first let me warn you/scare you off and tell you that this is my first real attempt at a blog.

That probably thinned out the crowd. Hopefully not too much. Now, let me tell you what this blog is about.

The Rubber Barracks is a place to read about rubber gear. Rubber fetish gear. Gay rubber fetish gear.

Gay.
Rubber.
Fetish.
Gear.

Or, as I like to pronounce it: "grefug". Okay, maybe not. Nevertheless, that is what this blog is (going) to be about. So, if you're okay with that, or heaven forbid, like that kind of thing, this is the place for you. That said, I don't plan for this blog to be exclusively rubber-based content, so you'll be seeing other things, as well.

For obvious reasons, this blog will be a reflection of my interests, but I don't want it to be about every waking moment of my life, or every errant thought that pops into my head. That's what twitter is for! And no, I don't have a twitter account.

My interests are as varied as the next guy. So, you may see any number of things that I think will be of mutual interest. That said, my interests include:

Rubber.
Other fetishes like Sport Bikers, SWAT gear...
Gaming.
Science Fiction and Fantasy.
Military stuff.
Writing.
Politics.

So, if these interest you, please stick around!