A visit from a friend

You may know him online as Alternalife or Rockinrubber but I know him by his real name. We met up yesterday and he not only joined me for my camping trip but he also brought up some of his latex gear. I even got to try one item on!

It was a bit tight as you can see, but I’ve got to say even though this kind of stuff isn’t really my thing, I actually loved how I looked in it.

The difference between lighting styles.

Latex is notoriously difficult to photograph. It’s a very shiny material and under the right lighting it yields very reflective highlights.

Left to right we have:

1. Close lighting to the left; incandescent and one LED tuneable light set to cool white. Lighting straight in front – one incandescent spotlight about 10ft away.

2. Same as the first, but this time with the “house lights” on. These are fluorescent lights.

3. House lights and the 10ft incandescent spot only.

4. House lights only

As you can see the lighting really charges, particularly between the left two and right two photos. The specular highlights on the first two are really hot on the light levels.

Ooooh shiny!

So ASOS knows me exactly.

They sent me an advert on Facebook and it was for a high shine suit. I had to buy! It’s arriving this week.

The only worry I have is that it says in the reviews “runs small” and “no stretch on the fabric” on the sizing and even though I’m now a 36″ waist it’s a close thing. I’m not a belted 36 (which is my eventual aim).

It might not fit me now, but soon?

As you well know I have a huge penchant for shiny formal wear!


My fetlife alter ego is “Metalatex” because I like both metal music and latex. Recently I’ve started to go for more an aging metalhead look – which I really like – finding out some old leathers (lace up for that authentic metal look) and a Spiral Direct sleeveless shirt (much helped by my rather splendid Legend of Zelda tattoo; which is a rather cool way of getting a wolf tattoo without looking like a shiter).

Today I thought, I wonder what it would look like if I substituted latex for the leather. The answer is cool (well if you like latex anyway) although I have to say I don’t think I’d wear this out. But then you never know…

I did a couple of versions of the one I thought would look like a really good avatar.

Colour point and kris.blog watermarked

Desaturated and with my kris.blog branding (I prefer the nomenloony brand for fetish sites).

Leaky camera version

With the leaky camera effect. No branding on this one. I liked the leaky camera on my previous latex avatar, but I’m not as keen on this one.

Previous avatar

I must say I’m really liking having hair again, but it needs taming. Perhaps when lockdown ends – but I’m keeping the length on top. The back of my hair gets ridiculously thick!

Older guys can still 🤟Metal🤟

I may be in my late 40’s, but I still love modern power metal and hard rock music. I still dress for the scene and I can certainly out-Mosh many younger people at the alternative nightclub!

The shirt is by Spiral Direct, the jeans by Cathouse Clothing (they’re latex). Tattoo by Inkd Industries.

New glasses

It’s that time again. After 2 years I need new glasses. It’s not strictly a need – my prescription hasn’t actually changed at all – but my current Oakleys haven’t fared too well. The frames have bent and twisted through abuse at work, plus I actually really fancied a change.

Over the last few years my frames have got smaller and thinner…

2011 Oakleys
2015 Bench – I wasn’t very well off at this point and had to downscale my glasses from my favourite Oakleys.
2017 – Back on the Oakleys
2019 – Oakley “Gauge” Frameless

And the new reveal?

Well they’re exactly the same frames as my sunglasses!

Oakley Crosslink

In fact, here’s my sunglasses.

Oakley Crosslink – colour coordinated to my latex shirt!

School bully come good.

This post has been parked for a long time now. It’s not an easy subject to talk about, but as my age increases and I approach my 47th orbit around the sun I thought it was time to discuss the matter.

As a teenager I was a strange one. Very nerdy, often found hanging around the computer room. I was an unknown quantity to most of the other kids at the school as I was always rather bright and logical in my ways. I didn’t have that many friends there, but the few I did have were very close and indeed are still friends today some 30 years later.

I was rather confused about my sexuality. I knew I wasn’t gay, I was very aware of that as I had a rather major crush on one of our French teachers. I know I didn’t do very well in French because I used to spend most of the lessons admiring her rather stunning breasts! Definite mamnesia!

The problem was I also had feelings towards some of the boys too, not sexual, not friendship, an undescribable feeling. One in particular I found very attractive. I tried not to show it, and I tried to court girls, but being socially awkward and of ambiguous sexuality it was incredibly difficult, and so I just buried myself in the computer room or the music room.

I wasn’t really bullied though, to say I was that weird kid, I was pretty much always left alone. One attempt at bullying left a kid with a broken nose and me sat in the headmaster’s office being told “no matter how hard they push you can’t do things like that”. However, there was one kid who would not let up. He wrote “Kris is a bummer” on the walls of the toilets, and on one occasion I saw him graffiti “Kris is a pufta” (SIC) on the wall of the swimming baths.

This lad, let’s call him J, was actually quite attractive and hung around with the cool kids. He played football (a game I hated then and still hate to this day) and he always dressed well and kept himself tidy.

…and that was the point at which 16 year old me totally missed the signs…

Well J added me on Facebook recently. It turns out he also now identifies himself as bisexual (although he’s more 75% men whereas I always identify as an 80/20 preferring women) and it turns out the poor guy had an awful time after leaving school. He was queer bashed in his late teens after one of his school mates who he confided in then turned out to be a huge dick. He’d seen my shares and posts about supporting LGBTQ people and about how homophobia is wrong to the core and he decided that it turns out the nerdy kid at school is actually one of the nice ones.

As it happens, writing I was a bummer on the toilet walls was actually attempting to keep in favour with a group who turned out to be quite manipulate, and spending his life trying to hide his sexuality caused him some rather serious and suicidal moments in his early 20’s.

There’s a happy ending here though. At 25 he moved to Leeds. He still speaks to his mum, although his dad died when he was 18, and his mum is OK with his sexuality. His family in general has been quite accepting although he has a gammony relative who he no longer speaks to. Pretty much his first message to me upon me accepting his friend request was “I’m so very very sorry”. It actually made me really sad and happy at the same time.

Finally, he still looks as good today as he did back then (definitely spankworthy!), and he definitely dresses as fine as ever, although he did admit that his black hair is no longer natural. He describes himself as a dapper poof he affectionately called me a “shiny bear”. I really can’t get where he got that idea from?

Amusingly he commented that he noticed the rather shiny trousers I wore when we were doing A-Levels. I suppose he noticed my tenancies before I noticed his. They weren’t PVC or leather or anything like that, they were just a fairly high sheen black fabric, as was quite fashionable at the time.

He also now reads my blog, but I promised him copy approval on this before I posted and I now have that approval, so here you go. Hope you enjoyed reading.

Went to the bar like this.

It’s quite liberating when you’re in a hotel, many many miles away – where you are incredibly unlikely to be recognised.

It gave me an opportunity to dress up a little – latex jeans mixed in with my Alton Towers “Wicker Man” t-shirt.

A lady at the next table commented on my trousers. Her partner (husband?) then made a comment and asked what they were made of. When I told them they were latex they were both taken quite aback and the conversation continued for another couple of minutes – although I felt like it was being polite rather than a genuine interest.