something rubbery from the web

It looks rubbery but is probably leather. Whatever it is, the athletic balancing act from Cirque du Soliels Saltimbanco are still hot! I first saw this on the video monitor while taking a piss at the local dance club. Then saw it live visiting in Koln. I doubt I have any good pix from that day but here are some stills from the video. The original is at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tx3qtW3hIY

Going to LA 1: Rubbellion Grand Opening

Went to LA area on business and by happy coincidence it coincided (is that a double positive???) with Jeff Gent's grand opening of his new offices for Rubbellion, his rubber/latex outlet on Melrose at Vermont. (His is one of the blogs I'm a follower of.) After a brief stop on the Hollyweird's Walk of Fame (more on that later), I tagged up with an old friend and we went down to check it out. Got there early but the place, which is not large, was soon packed. Met some great rubber men I haven't seen since, well . . . Chicago for some of them. Rubber dawg was there, too, a welcome surprise! More leather than rubber men showed up but I guess we can't be too picky (grin). Next post will include some of my rubber travel exploits from this trip. Here are some photos of the hot rubber guys who attended.

Some of Rubbellion's works, including one of Devil Dog's classic modified glove designs.

I definitely want to get fitted for a pair of these transparent leggings

Okay, I like rubbered ass, in black, white or any color.

A familiar puppy!

Jocks and Camo

Well, its on the road again, this time to sunny Californya for a week of meetings. So it was throw on the (rubber) camo pants and (rubber) khaki T and head west. That was fun, but for the meetings I had to dress up nice. Can't go to meetings without my lucky red (rubber) jock, tho, not forgetting the scent when it comes off at the end of the day. Saturday I'll be at the opening of Rubbellion, the newest rubber outlet in SoCal, located next to the Faultline. Below are some shots of the camo gear, the red jock, plus a green rubber jock that I made about 2 years ago.

Rubber at 7000 ft

Yes, here is the conclusion of my tale of rubber adventures at that enormous canyon they call grand. We arrived in the afternoon in time for sunset and took a good long look. I wandered down the rim a bit and when noone as around, striped of my outer-ware and was my friend photographed me in full rubber with the gaping chasm in the background. Did that the next day too. For sunrise I got into my blue latex pants and black jacket and wandered around soaking up the early morning vistas before heading to a nice rim-view breakfast.

High altitude gear

On the third day I headed down the semi-frozen muddy trail for a short hour-long hike down one of the trails to the bottom (which I had done in its entirety several decades earlier) in full rubber gear: blue jeans, black jeans jacket, shirt and black rubber arctic (micki mouse) boots. I'm no fool though, so I also wore a pull-over to ward off the 45 degree cold. My boots got nice and muddy and if I had been alone on some secluded part of the trail I'd have been stomping and rolling in it. Met some some nice young japanese ladies (in tennis shoes on the muddy trails in spite of the advice to the contrary) on the way back up who told me I was "cool," and I got a kick out of that. Another thought I had on a nice exposure suit! Not really, the rubber was no insulation at all so that pull-over worked out just fine. On the way up I got rock hard for about 15 minutes, producing a very prominent outline in the blue rubber and came close to messing the inside of my blue jeans (I'll be posting some of those pics on my profile sites later). Fortunately I didn't meet any guys on the way up who might have been inclined to push me over the edge. Too late, I'd already gone over the edge long time ago. All in all, a little harmless fun next to the big pit.

Hiking the muddy trails

Back on the rim

Gummbalaya III only 5 months away!

June 10-12, 2011

The Third Annual Gulf Coast Gummbalaya Rubber Weekend and retreat for men will occur in the fabulous city of New Orleans. Meet new friends, relax by the swimming pool, stroll Bourbon Street, play in our fully equipped play-space. Rooms available now at off-season rates. For details see: http://www.lsrubber.net/gcg.html

Rubber Underground

Carlzbad . . .

Sometimes I just feel like being a rubberman, and on my current holiday excursion the impulse to be rubber 24/7 has been overwhelming whether in public or not. With a guest from the caribbean in tow we headed off to that big canyon in Arizona, stopping at Carlzbad Caverns on the way. So what did I do? Put on a pair of rubber blue jeans, black rubber shirt, and a black rubber jeans-style jacket and headed underground. The caverns are about 55 degrees but with no breeze I was working up a good sweat soon enough. Most of the hike down is not very brightly lit so i was not obviously in rubber, except for the constant squeeking as I walked. Once down in the main rooms, the lighting was brighter and it was obvious what I was wearing but noone gave me any grief. After that, it was pile back in the car for Roswell, where I tried to be a rubber alien (but got no pix), and then up north for a few days. All told, a nice day to be in rubber. All part of my 4 weeks of rubber (starting Dec. 9, spending part or all of each day in some form of latex gear. Next blog, hiking around the big ditch . . .

Rubber Travels Well

San Francisco, December 2010

After averaging 2 weeks on travel per month since August, I am finally on my way home, at least for a few hours before we drive off monday morning for a Christmas in the National Parks. I have some quiet time on the train heading back from SF after a week full of meetings, a concert and some museuming. I note I am on the Amtrak Surf-liner headed south, in full public rubber heard-to-toe and have been for 24 hours and will be for the next 2 weeks. My "kit" includes skin-tight black sailor front leggings with yellow stripe, yellow stripe fred perry shirt, black motor cycle jacket, and air force boots from the 1950s, all rubber of course. I'm also getting rock hard as I type this, but it is 7 am and maybe its just morning wood . . . I've also just gotten back from the men's room where I did some heavy re-polishing. Want to look good for the conductor. Since one of the kicks I get out of being a rubberman is being in rubber in public, I thought I'd share some of my adventures this past week.

I wore full rubber on the train to SF, a journey of 2 days. I was horny most of the way but didn't do anything about it. Sometimes I like that kind of denial aspect of being in full rubber and not being able to get off form hours on end. Besides I had two presentations to prepare so was on the computer most of the way. I didn't get much reaction except from 2 or 3 people who gave thumbs up and such. Most folks tried to pretend that they hadn't noticed but were clearly resisting the impulse to give me the full look over. Sometimes you catch people trying to take pictures on the sly, as if I wouldn't notice. Even when I had dinner in the dining car the couple sitting next to me didn't dare raise the subject although the guy across the aisle did ask what the suit was made of.

On Board in Rubber

Union Station

I arrived in town a little tired (it was 10 p.m.) and got to my room and took a nice hot shower. It felt very stimulating to take the rubber off and reenergize the skin. The next morning I went to work and took care of my official business for the day and then headed over to Mr S for some shopping, trying on at least 6 different things. I put off a purchasing decision until my last day but ultimately did get a striped tank top and shorts and found a pair of smokey latex pants I want for Christmas!

The next day it was down to business. I had an early morning presentation and a concert later that night (the "Low" Christmas Concert) and decided to dress that morning in the full rubber that I would wear for the show before heading off for the day. I chose the same outfit I wore on the train because I packed light. (Sadly it was hidden under my business dress but it felt wonderful be in full gear again even as I stood up and gave my spiel secretly wearing a full rubber suit underneath.) Rain was threatening that morning so I also wore the black motorcycle jacket too. (Some of the staff took notice and were disappointed when I returned the next day not wearing it!) Once I was done with my duties I left the hall, stripped off my cotton as soon as it was practical and walked the streets in full rubber, enjoying the light rain, eventually heading back the mile and a half to my room to get ready for the show that night. I wished it had rained all week. The rubber really shines and people are even more receptive to a rubber man in a rain storm, as became clear as I walked around center city.

Union Square, San Francisco

Holidays in the City, 2010

I love walking the streets of a large city in full rubber. Those few brave souls, most of them ordinary citizens, who toss out compliments are worth it all, and you know more than a few are envious they can't get away with it too. The first few days were warm enough that I was very comfortable but the last 2 days turned colder. I sallied forth despite the chill. I've been to MIR enough to know that full rubber in cold weather is difficult. It can feel like a thousand small needles being stuck into every inch of skin. As much as I dislike being cold, this feeling is exceptionally stimulating. If you've ever used the "pin wheel" during stimulation scenes, you have some idea of the feeling, except this is over every square inch! Of course, this is good only for short periods before your core temperature begins to drop dangerously.

Aside from my official obligations, the other objective of this trip was to visit the museums and photograph several unique collections of nude male sculpture for a book I'm working on publishing in the next moth or so. One of the best sculptures in the city is located on Market Street in the heart of the Financial District so go take a look next time you are there. It features 4 nearly naked men working strenuously on some sort of giant gear and lever system. Hot stuff. I saw it dressed in full rubber. Another is the italianate fountain in the center of Huntington Square featuring four naked guys holding up a large basin with turtles. It's strange but I feel like part of the sculpture dressed in tight rubber, the smooth shiny rubber reflecting on the polished brass or marble, as if I'm part of the sculpture that has come alive. Indeed I used such a fantasy when I entered MIR some years ago. Having some free time, I did a lot of posing with the sculptures.

"The Mechanics" Sculpture (closeup), Market Street

Fountain of the Tortoises, Huntington Park

Gates of Hell

My 3-day bus pass gave me unlimited travel in the city so I rode the Cable Cars as frequently as possible. One of the lines was just 3 blocks from the hotel. I've always liked the unique charm of the victorian system, and riding them is full rubber was a blast! Riding the bus system in full gear provided no problems but was a bit more crowded. One dude on the bus who seemed to have smoked a few too many blurted out "That is one cool outfit!" Everyone smiled.

Cable Cars

My visit to the Rodin Sculpture Garden in Palo Alto was in blue latex pants and black polo/jacket. To the Legion of Honor art gallery I was back in black and yellow. The guards I think enjoyed it more than the guests. One followed me to ask what the suit was made of. It seems a rule that museum, restaurant or retail staff welcome something like a man dressed in full rubber to break the monotony of dealing with cranky and unruly people all day long. It also gives them something to talk about during break. They are almost always the most friendly or inquisitive when I go someplace in rubber. I usually get more admiring comments from staff than from the visitors to these establishments. There are enough smirks to go around but it's also true that quite a few folk are secret admirers and wish they could do the same. Others are put off guard but it is not my job to protect them from the unique things in life. Kids under 12 are by far the most carefree in their comments, sometimes to their adults temporary discomfort. It never fails to put a smile on my face, and sometimes even theirs as their kids try to figure out what this strange person is wearing!

My last night in town was in the same full rubber uniform gear that I wore up here and would wear on the way home. I met some of my friends at a fancy italian restaurant, most of whom are familiar with my habits. A couple of young ladies came up and had to touch the rubber, and I was happy to oblige. After that it was back on board for the 3 night trip back home, where I started typing this long report.

A side adventure took place when I hopped on the Gold Line to go to one of my favorite places for breakfast during a long layover in LA. I got on board with about 2 dozen other folks, one of them a gentleman in a beard who seemed to take some notice. I stood the whole ride because I hate smudging my rubber ass on the seats. Our eyes caught each other a few times and I smiled back once or twice. The stop before mine he got up and came over to me and gave me a strong set of quick compliments, handed my his card and signaled me to call him as he got off. Over my waffle, I called him and asked what was up. He liked my style and confidence, thought I looked hot and wanted me to attend an event he was planning. I'm not sure what the event is yet but I will be there if possible!

Trains Home

Right now I'm finishing this story as we head back home across the southwest for an early morning arrival. Several nice ladies sitting several rows behind were rather obviously curious about what I was wearing and trying to take pictures. I smiled and posed and had a nice chat. I've already called home and told them I am not allowed to be out of rubber until after our New Year's Eve rubber party. The scent inside of my rubber suit already reminds me of a sweaty locker room. Nice. I hope the next 2 weeks never end!