In what proved to be a very good decision, I accepted the offer made this past summer to spend this past weekend in Chicago as a judge at the Mr. International Rubber contest held at the Center on Halsted Friday and Saturday night. It was a weekend to remember (and thankfully, one not one that I wish I could forget!).
First, though, some full disclosure mojo for you - as with many gay men, the look, smell, touch of leather is very much encoded into my wiring and has been for most of my adult life. It's not merely a sexual thing, it's a comfort thing.
I'm one of those people that would be very happy to wear jeans and t shirts, a leather jacket and Doc Martens every day for the rest of my life. However, I am trying hard to move my fashion sense beyond 1992. Thankfully, I'm so retro I'm actually slightly forward. <G>
But the look, smell, touch of everything from a football uniform to a tailored men's suit is also visually arresting/stimulating for some people and one of the beautiful things about the gay male community is that we fetishize everything and everyone has their own individual kink.. and by kink I don't necessarily mean SM or anything like that - just everyone has their own place where their sexual interest bends just a wee bit. And I find that bend, that kink, infinitely fascinating. Fuck snowflakes, there are as many different kinds of kinks as their are people on the planet... and all of us have found each other on teh internets.
But this past weekend, those that are into rubberwear met in Chicago for the 15th annual Mr. International Rubber (MIR) contest. There was a vendor mart where you could buy new rubber shirts, or rubber pants or jackets, goggles, toys, etc.
I have to admit that my own fancies were tickled along the way and I found myself turned on to a part of the community that I didn't really know I'd find sexy. Sure, I find a lot of rubber visually arresting (it simply clings to a man's body, so how could it not be sexy?) but this past weekend was the first time that the rub, the squeak, the clutch of rubber caught hold of me. At least a little bit. At least a start. Call it the flipped switch.
As I didn't have any rubber to wear, the event organizer and former MIR titleholder, Rubber Willi, arranged for me to borrow from his business partner, hot kinky daddy John Jacobs. For Friday night I wore Recon sleeveless t and for the big Saturday night event, a full on rubber cop uniform. You can see it above. (Recon by the way is "the world's largest hook-up site for men into fetish gear" just so ya know what it is you're clickin' to!)
I've got a bit more to share about the weekend, and I'll get to the rest in the morning. Meanwhile, let me know - does rubber turn you on or, are you like some folks, one of those who 'just doesn't see it"?
