Back in the earlier days of my kink-exploration, when recon and gearfetish were interesting, but didn't seem to be a great place to meet local people, there was Gay.com. In my late teens, the Chicago - Leather room was my normal haunt during evenings even into my early college days.
In those days, I used to go by another name on Gay.com -- I *think* it was something pretty vanilla, containing my initials and a date -- pretty normal stuff. As I descended further and further into my fetish obsession, I started putting progressively more and more perverted photos of me, until the ultimate culmination: A photo of me, the first time I ever got to try on a full catsuit, and a gasmask.
It was at this point that I encountered a particularly amusing and judgemental gay. Normal folks when they see something they don't like, or doesnt appeal to them move on to other profiles ... not this guy! The conversation went something like this, as I remember it:
him: What is that in your pic?
me: A latex catsuit, and a gasmask, it was awesome
him: Is that some sort of costume?
me: No, it's for sex, I have a rubber fetish
him: So you are some kind of rubber freak then?
me: Yep, pretty much
him: That's pretty fucked up
me: Thanks :)
(he closes the chat)
I was so amused by this, that shortly after, I changed my Gay.com name, and started posting nothing but rubber-involved photos to me profile. My popularity both soared and fell massively -- I can actually say i feel like i enjoyed a bit of notoriety from it, for a short time.
This entire encounter was actually, for some strange reason, a game changer for me -- I fully embraced my perversion and eschewed the vanilla, for my darker interests from then on.
Thanks for taking the time to read my blog -- hopefully some of you are going to be enjoying some pervy holidays with your partners/playmates!
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