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.
Losing my Dad and my only sibling just three years apart taught me that life is too short and too precious to not enjoy; even if the alternative is the norm. Latex is something I enjoy being in. Many people think it’s weird or strange.