2017.0202—What Deep Rubber Fetish Means to Me
2017.0202—What Deep Rubber Fetish Means to Me (c) 26.0607-1202.30 by AtaraxiA, licensed under Creative Commons CC BY-SA SUMMARY: Thalia writes from the Hahnestery at dawn, grappling with Marla’s question about Deep Rubber Fetish. She describes it as a lifelong, archetypal urge for total latex enclosure—the 100%/100% rule—and reflects on its meditative, comforting, and sometimes compulsive nature. She tours her sanctuary, detailing her collection of suits, masks, and gloves, and admits to dividing her life into “real” and “rubber” worlds, though she feels at peace with her weirdness. Dear Marla, It is an obscenely early hour here at the Hahnestery. The only light in my suite is from the halogen lamp clipped to the edge of my writing desk—everything else is black as the inside of a gunnysack, except for the faint pale blue that slides in under the balcony door. I’m still in my pajamas (not what you think—these are my ancient, bleach-stained track pants and a once-green t-shirt with ...