Latex and my life: how things got started

Well. I guess I should start this log by telling a bit more about myself and why I started it.

I'm a guy from the Netherlands and I'm in my late thirties. Besides my work as a projectleader for a company that makes web-applications, I really enjoy spending my "quality time" with photography, cooking, RC-cars and .... relaxing in latex.... And the latter is what made me start this log. I'd like to exchange thoughts and feelings with people who feel likewise or are curious and while doing that, maybe we can find the answers to a couple of questions I've been asking myself for a long time:

- what is it that makes some people rubber fetishists?
- why does rubberfetishism seem to be mainly a male thing?
- is rubberfetishism of all cultures?
- where is rubber-heaven? ;-)

How I became one? Well, let me tell my story first....

I guess I've been attracted to shiny materials all my life, but the first realisation came one summer afternoon when I was fifteen years old. That day I went to lay in the grass and read a bit in an old, desserted vineyard close to my parents' house. It was a very hot day but there was also the thread of a thunderstorm in the air. Suddenly the air became clouded and a couple of minutes later a real shower hit my head... Within minutes I was soaked to my underwear! When this shower was gone in about ten minutes, I wondered what to do: the feeling of having these soaked clothing on really irritated me. Then I remembered that my mom's bicycle I was with, always had a package "on board" that contained a rain suit. I decided to take my soaked clothes off and put that on to go back home. I undressed, unzipped the bag with the rain suit, and all of a sudden I was hit by this overwhelming odour that came from the bag... It was a strong smell of rubber and it sort of brought me in an instant rush... Without giving it another thought, I put on the rain suit which consisted of a pair of throusers and a long-sleeved jacket. These turned out to be made of nylon on the outside, but lined with a thin layer of rubber on the inside. The moment I felt the rubber inside lining on my skin, I became sexually aroused in such an instant way that I didn't know what happened to me! Now that I'm typing this so many years later, it might sound a bit strange, but I can still recall that feeling in a very vivid way....

Well, to make the proverbal long story short, I drove back to my parents' home (they weren't home) and arrived there with mixed feelings: I was close to climaxing because of the feel and smell of the rubber touching my body all over, but I was also confused because, at that age, I clearly wasn't able to put this felling in the context of fetishism or something like that and I had the strong feeling to be the only person in the world to have this strange "thing for rubber"...

In the months after this experience I litterally use every occasion to get udressed, put on the rain suit and walk around in it for hours. Needless to say that these "sessions" always ended in masturbation and an intense orgasm. At that time my urge for sexually solo experiments really exploded and this also included anal games and secretly buying pornographic magazines (I was still living with my parents). All this time the positive satisfaction I got from these experiments was constantly "competing" with a negative feeling of being abnormal. Instinctively I felt that something had to be wrong with me because I seem to have such strange sexual apetites....

But then... then I became eigtheen and went to the big city of Rotterdam to study and live on my own.... ;-)