The Day After.

After the enthusiastic and exhausting session I described, I was shagged. Not only that but I went right off rubber for a week until I recovered enough to get geared up to walk down to the pub. That restored the faith of the usual people there that i was myself again.

I find now I get vanilla and rubberist spells alternating - I suppose because I am older. I also have many other interests. Had I when young been fortunate enough to have the freedom I have now I think I should have managed to wear rubber most of the time. I supose I should have got really used to it.

Even now I find when I have climbed into all my multi-layer gear that I feel quite relaxed despite the awkwardness and inconvenience. It is the same about being out and about in rubber. When I started going out in full gear as I have described - SBR mack over catsuits, thin and then thich gloved, boots, visible heavy latex trousers, broad doube buckled belt, open-faced hood with shades, collar strapped right up with latex buckled strap- it was an effort of will to get of of my car and walk in public. It was even more of an effort to go into a pub and hadle my money still wearing my thin gloves - the sleeves of the gloves are sandwiched between my suits so I cannot get the gloves off without the top suit.

Now it is quite routine and I find that people react accordingly. As I have said before, if you do everyday things, people accept you. A rubberist carrying shopping is not a threat. Hanging about is or may be. Some people are curious about the rubberist, but I have no objection to that at all.

Thanks to Overtrousers for his comment. An occasional comment cheers me up. Of course if I do not write a new post very often I can't expect people to keep looking.

I have posted another picture just so that you feel you have not wasted your time altogether.

Blackie.