I dream in latex

By Daniel Browning

In the wild kingdom of fetish, the Rubber Workers reign supreme. I dream in latex. Every fold of our bodies is constrained under rubber’s erotic grip. Thus encased, we are anonymised and utterly transformed. Stripped and desensitised, we are mere gimps - the human incarnation of the fetish object. In the sexual parade we wear our industrial skin milked from the tree of the forest, the sublime actualisation of the fervid dream of every rubberist before us - to walk among you self-defined.