22 October 2012

A Cry For Help? . . . . or Going Way Out West

630 am
Sitting in my hotel room after too little sleep (in full-on skin tight black latex for the second nite), wondering (yet again) why I do it.  Not just the rubber, but the rubber in public.  Is it a chronic need for attention, standing out from the masses and shouting "I am here!" or is it just a cry for help?   After all I don't have the hottest body, being more skin and bones.  And when I'm away from home on yet another long trip, I get a little homesick and introspective.  What will this rubber day hold for a rubber adventurer?

1:00 am arrival in LA - hamming it up for the camera

830 am
Having "continental" breakfast at the hotel I got an unexpected and surprisingly quick answer, or at least part of it.  Two nice LA ladies at the breakfast station found me and my rubber suit irresistible, wanting to know who I was, where I was going, and of course if I was hot (or cold as it turned out) in that outfit.  I just wish the 3 hot guys who came in as I was leaving had also had the courage to ask those questions!
press what for ticket???

11 am
Taking a train/bus to LACMA to the Mapplethorpe exhibit (oddly restrained despite s&m theme) met a cute guy who also thought it was an amazing outfit, more night ware but good to see in daytime.  I agreed.  He sat next to me and got off when I did, but he went right and I went left.  Sigh.  Waiting for the return bus led to another fine compliment.

I'm thinking he might have approved . . . 

Life imitates art at the sculpture garden?

2 pm
A visit to Syren and found some nice transparent pieces I might get later, including a transparent hoodie.  Staff thought I had on some hot latex.  Nice compliment from a quality rubber vendor.

5 pm
Connecting up with my friend we started a rubber tour of WeHo in rubber.  Got all sorts of looks and comments, as expected.  Including some over-friendly types with a little too much to drink.  The restaurant staff were very friendly and we had some fun with them.

The day (which ended with a negative reaction to the fancy salad I had for dinner - tummy cramps and cold sweats in latex are not as much fun as one might think) was actually full of nice compliments all day long and in venues ranging from city buses to museums.  In the final analysis, wearing rubber is just something I'm compelled to do.  You are here on this planet once and it is worth celebrating, both you and this incredible planet.  Rubber is a fantastic material to wear, with both fashion and sensual aspects.  Why not celebrate it.  The key is to do it with a smile, something I have not always done so well as I'd like but am getting lots better at.  A smile and a hello can disarm a lot of apprehensions.  A man dressed in full latex brings a little (and often welcome) diversity, diversion and stimulation to people's dull work day, especially when dealing with customers all day.  Days like this only encourage me to go out there and just do it even more.

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