Back in the groove.

Here I am back getting into the rubber groove again. I have been off to Oz for two months, completely vanilla. The idea of travelling rubbered up was of course attractive but impracticable. I told earlier about travelling by air to Germany fully rubbered except for double gloves and hood. It was a really hot day too. it was as much as I could do to struggle along with a heavy bag and a backpack. At Stanstead I had to take off my mack and stasnd there inmy heavy jacket and trousers. Noone took any notice. Isaid to the Security man, "I look weird but I am harmless." He replied, "Going to a fancy dress party?" But I wasn't but my friends thought my gear looked too Nazi for comfort to wear around. It is interesting how a long black garment and a peak cap speak Nazi. TV keeps the memories going. The Germans do seem keen rubberists though.

On the way back German Security did not like me and I was searched thoroughly. I had to take off my boots showing my latex socks over the bottom of my latex trousers. Cabin crew were no problem. Girls in general find me interesting if not attractive. I do though get hugged a lot.

So now I am looking at rubber on the Internet and getting rewady to get into rubber. Tomorrow evening I shall get fully rubbered with hood and dark shades to go to the pub where they know me and se lots of chums. I am as I have explained before a local eccentric and thought harmless.

The great thing about wearing rubber gear in public is to do ordinary things in ordinary places. Being furtive and hanging about arouses suspicion about any man alone, let alone a rubberist.

I have discovered Rubberpal.com where memeber put up some very good pictures. Rubberist.net is more serious and I think very helpful to rubberists who are unsure of theur fetish life or the gear they can get and look after.

So that is just to explain my silence. Of course the warm weather will be better for rubber - people are agreeably curious whentney see me geared up in summer. Teenagers are fascinated by me, but of course I speak to them but move on. Children take no notice in general, though I keep away from families. One small boy in a pub once came upto me and asked if I was Batman. I said I was Darth Vadar on a day off. When you think about what appears on TV my appearance is nothing special to them, though their parents may feel differently.

I am wondering about going to Plymouth for the Westward Bound Valentines Ball, but do not know a place to stay where my rubber during the day would be acceptable. Any suggestions welcome to traineelatex@rubberist.org.

So watch this space.

Blackie.