The RubberNaut

2017.0210—The Ritual of Total Enclosure (c) 26.0607-1202.32 by AtaraxiA under Creative Commons CC BY-SA license SUMMARY: Thalia describes the step-by-step process of suiting up in latex, from powdering the suit to sealing herself in a hood, gloves, and socks. She explains the sensations of “dissolving” into the rubber, the meditative state it induces, and the eventual need to emerge. She reflects on how her practice has evolved from shame to routine, finding peace in the discipline and comfort of her fetish. --- Dear Marla, You asked what it’s like—the actual, physical process of total enclosure. I realized I’ve never described it in detail. Maybe I was saving it for myself, or maybe I just thought it would sound ridiculous out loud. But tonight, with the wind howling off the creek and my skin prickling with anticipation, I’m going to write it out for you, step by step. The ritual begins with the suit itself. I keep them in the lowest dresser drawer, each folded inside a p...

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 ...