I'm Back... to Black.

Well, it's been some time since I've posted anything to my blog... I sort of had a vague sense I was neglecting it, but I'm a bit incredulous at how long it's actually been. There really hasn't been much going on fetish-wise until recently, so that probably contributed somewhat. So, all that said, I'm going to try to get back onto the rubber-horse, so to speak. (Yes, it's a thing.)

I've just gotten back from Rubbout 22, which is the longest-running annual rubber event in North America. The experience was, as always, something to remember. A full write-up can be read at Rubber Canuck's blog, and I recommend you take a look. It's quite interesting to see the sheer level of effort and dedication that is required to pull off a weekend party of this size. Certainly something to consider for any person with ambitions to start a similar event in their own neck of the woods.

I met some new faces (and muzzles) and had an all-around good time. Certainly, the highlight of the event for me was the puppy party. I'm not into puppy play myself, but it's a ton of fun just being around the action. Particularly when you get to see the reactions of all the "normies" on the street. A dog hood might be a bit pricey for some at about $200, but the reactions are absolutely priceless!

Out in tactical gear with the K9 Unit

On Davie Street. With the K9 Unit.

Unit 69, respond to a 3-11 at the Junction Pub.

Also, a fellow by the name of rubCAD showed off an absolutely jaw-dropping super heavy inflatable rubber suit. The thing is quite the monster! Made by MD Latex, it's essentially a full suit with gloves and socks inside of another suit with heavier gloves and boots attached, all mated to a gas mask. It makes an Aquala look like n00b gear! It wouldn't have fit me, and I didn't get to try it on, but I got hard just being near it. The only downside is that this fantastic rubber encapsulation comes with a hefty price tag. But, if you've recently been made partner at your law firm, it can be yours for a mere $2000. Act now, there's only 2 left!

Wow. Just wow.

Speaking for myself, I find its the social aspect of the event that I enjoy the most. Being able to interact with like-minded guys; to talk, and play all weekend is a welcome indulgence for me. I find myself already thinking about Rubbout 23. Alas, sadly, Rubbout comes but once a year.

(I shall update with more photos as I get them.)

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.

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).

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...

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!