New Tie

As you are probably well aware by now, I rather like leather and shiny clothing. Well I how have another item to add to my collection – a leather tie.

It was bought from Etsy and was from a maker in Manchester. The leather quality is superb, it has to be said, and it looks great worn. Now all I need is a shirt to finish the full suit!

Autumn is here!

I have dragged the leather back out of the wardrobe. This next few days (ironically when I’m booked to go to Alton Towers) the temperature is set to drop into single digits.

At least I am going to Alton Towers though. It did look sketchy earlier this week with increased lockdowns. Now let’s pray they don’t lock down South Yorkshire tonight.

I have a possibly controversial view on masks though, especially having worked through this and always worn one at work.

My thoughts are that there should be nobody exempt from wearing a mask. Nobody. If you can’t wear a mask during a life threatening pandemic then sorry but you shouldn’t be going out in a virus infested atmosphere. You’re putting yourself at risk and you’re risking everyone else’s health.

My opinion is mostly reinforced by the ease with which you can buy an exemption card. Every Tom, Dick and Harry who doesn’t want to wear a mask just goes on amazon and buys an “I’m exempt from wearing a mask”, even if they’re not. It’s actual disgusting. It’s scummy behavior. But I expect nothing more from 80% of people as the human race really has gone to shit.

Hence it should be a blanket policy. Everyone.

I’m weird.

Apparently I’m “weird” because I enjoy wearing shiny clothes and I sometimes go to fetish clubs. This was the opinion of someone who I would describe as “dull and uninteresting”.

I’m not going to make out that what I enjoy is in any way normal to most people, but FFS we are all different and we all have different things we enjoy which someone else will think it’s a bit strange.

Don’t knock the train spotters when you see them stood on the end of Doncaster platform. It’s their little bit of weird. Live and let live!

Happy 50th Wayne!

It was my mate’s 50th yesterday. He wanted to go and see Rocky Horrors and so we took him to the Lyceum to see the touring production.

He was ferried in style…

Apparently he’d never been in a Jag before, so when he asked to sit in the drivers seat I obliged if course!

His chosen meal was tapas (is that pronounced tapas or tapas? I’m never quite sure…). I’ve never had it before, and I must say I rather enjoyed it. Hannah wasn’t quite as big a fan though – just because tapas isn’t really her thing.

The comments on our outfits were great! Wayne in pvc jeans, latex top and mesh shirt; me in the ASOS PVC suit… Truly magnificent as we walked across Sheffield.
Upon arriving at the Lyceum, of course, you feel totally normal as you’re surrounded by loads of men in drag, white y-fronts, gold hot pants, and other such outfits from the musical.

We had a great view of the stage from our seats (G7 to G9)

The performance was very good, although I have to say I wasn’t over impressed with Eddie/Dr Scott as a performer. He was good, but just not great.
Philip Franks was the narrator this time. Very very good, and very responsive to the heckles. Some great comebacks!
The funniest comment about the PVC suit did come during the interval from another theatregoer – “I just want to polish you, but then you’ve got ice cream and I’m lactose intolerant so it’s all wrong”.
Hannah said she’d spread ice cream all over the sirs just to keep her off me!
The performance finished about quarter to ten which meant we were actually home fairly early. Which was good. The PVC suit needed peeling off!

Going out in latex

There are certain perils and pitfalls about going out to gig in latex jeans. I’ve done it a few times (indeed I’ve played on stage in leather and pvc, but never latex). My day yesterday was a latex day… Rewind a few days…

Being forgetful me, I had totally forgotten that I had absolutely no latex shine left at all. Not a jot. My last bottle of vivishine was looking quite bleak and I don’t think hitting it with a hammer would squeeze any more out of it.

Sadly, my only latex which is suitable for wearing out without some sort of shine is chlorinated, and since I’ve lost weight it looks like I’ve tied bin liners around my legs.

After the usual Saturday morning duties were done and dispensed with I decided I had to go to the shops; this would also include a trip to the biggest sex shop in the UK so I’m told (not too far from us!). I know they’re a sex shop rather than a fetish suppliers, although I know they do the aerosol based silicon “rubbashine” stuff. It’s ok in an emergency, but better as a shine top-up.

That’s the point at which I found out they now do their own generic latex shine (with a rather smutty name!). Better still; 4 for the price of 3!

Guess who bought four!

Rather than just try them, and knowing my latex jeans were down in my gig wardrobe at work (I store my stagewear in my unit due to home wardrobe size constraints) I called by there and gave them a shine, before putting them on.

Have to say, looking good!

So, that not much after I headed up to the gig; complete with one of the new bottles and a duster in a small bag for “topping up”.

I arrived at the venue. Topped up my shine as I got out of the car (leather seats don’t go well with latex so I tend to sit on a towel or just my coat to avoid the embarrassing sound of it pulling away)

Parking the car and walking down to the venue was a rather cold experience. Snow on the ground and latex jeans with the insulating properties of tissue paper after all!

They shone well in the street lights though!

I was in them for about 6 hours in total. When I first started wearing latex a few years ago I couldn’t wear it for very long. Now I think my body is accustomed to it and I just wear it like normal fabric.

At the gig.

The gig was great. People’s responses to my jeans were quite surprising too. Most people didn’t say a thing (although I detected a few people wanted to say something but didn’t quite know how to take it).

Some people thought they were “shiny plastic”. I corrected them of course.

In all, I felt great and looked pretty damned awesome. Even my beard stayed in order!

But you say perils, I hear you ask.

Well unlike leather and pvc, latex needs “care” whilst you’re out and about. The silicon polish that gives you the shine eventually wears off, so the occasional freshen up trip to the toilets is required so you can give the shine a top up.

This in itself can be a hazard as the silicon can be very slippery if you get it on anything. You have to be careful with the floors of the toilets as you don’t want the next customer slipping up.

Also, generally at gigs, the toilets get quite grim anyway so it’s not a nice place to be!

These, on the other hand, weren’t bad…

I did the obligatory mirror selfie whilst nobody else was in there. Bit weird otherwise…

The other problem with wearing latex, of course, is the stroke factor. You do get a lot of people curious what it is and wanting a touch. Then again… It does look amazing!

The gig was great, and to be honest when I got home I wasn’t actually in a rush to take them off. I’m definitely accustomed to latex these days.