New years resolutions

Sure, it's that day where you have to figure out what you want in your life and man up and do it. Last year it was a very simple one: "Explore kink as much as you can and learn about yourself on the way." And I really did, and I hope there will be some posts on this soon. Now for next year

1. Swim More.

Fuck Michael Phelps, the Thorpedo was always my favorite.

I really miss my swimming and that's really a shame, since I have access to a pool at my university. I swam for 12 years competitively, so I really need to get back into the pool and get some yardage down. I miss being able to swim cleanly.

2. Blog More.

I've wanted to write so much of my year down but I haven't. I have a 9 page document on my IML experience that I haven't even finished the first 24 hours of my IML experience. I want to finish that, and other kink experiences that I haven't written up.

3. Pass my orals.



I'm in a PhD program and this is the make-or-break year when it comes to exams. One more exam. Put in a room, three men face me and barrage me with questions for 2-5 hours. Talk about an interrogation scene, only less sexy and more quantitative. Wish me luck on prepping for this. After that and four classes this spring, I'm all but dissertation. And no, you're not the first one to make a joke about blowjobs about the name of this exam. It's been happening for probably the >100 years this exam's been set up by my program. I'm worried for this exam. Though, when I was high school, I was the Georgia High School State Oralist Champion, and have the trophy to prove it. And, on the bus ride home from the competition, that trophy totally got deepthroated, at the adoration of all my friends. No lie. I'm surprised I haven't gotten a trophy for that though. *taps foot impatiently*

Later.

Until then, I wish you a happy new year, hairy chests, and hunky Doms,
Bo

My first rubbery exposure.

When I was 13, I watched every episode of G Gundam, and I always got a chubby when the variations of this scene happened, but I didn't quite understand why. Start at 0:23. I want one of these. Like now.



Until then, I'll accept rubber enclosure and catsuits.

Bo

The Beginning.

This is the first piece of a suite of posts about my last year, my first real year in teh kink community, and about the changes and progress I had in the community and as a sexual being.

December 18th, 2009.

This day is my rubber anniversary. I had broken up with my ex in May, a serious one where we called each other partners in social professional settings. And I had started to explore a bit. I started with a dating a couple, who both helped me enter the realm of kink and get to know a bit how it works, but I really consider my rite of passage to kink when I walked into the leather man on this day over a year ago and purchase my first rubber.

It was my first day of freedom after my first semester of PhD school, and I bussed up to NYC. I met so called ex, and said that no matter what happened that night, I wanted to go to the Leather Man so that I could look around. I didn't know what I wanted, but I wanted something. We hung around and ended up on Christopher street, and wandered around in the store, somewhat unsure of what I wanted. A kind man noticed my insecurity but curiosity as I went up and down the spiral staircase in the two-floored store.

"Hi there. What are you looking for? Can I help?"

I was sheepish, and looked at my ex, someone who while we were dating just kind of rolled his eyes at my kinky desires (he's now come around and tried things). And then I just piped up, "I want some gear but I'm not sure." I kept eyeing the neoprene singlets, but I then came over to the rubber and kept touching it over and over. It felt nice. The friction was weird, and I didn't quite get it. The storeclerk just suggested, "I'll help you put it on." I looked at my ex, and he was just shrugging, as he always did about my kinks. But this time, I was going to fully engage it and do it. It was my time to claim my sexual agency. I was myself now and independent and not trying to prove anything. I first put on a rubber jockstrap and it was just kinda okay and fun. I liked jocks before. I had done that plenty, and it was just nice. It was a nice E7 piece, though I really didn't know what that meant back then. After that, I put on this black shirt t-shirt with a red horizontal stripe on the front (from Syren). This was not an easy task. They were using talc on my hairy chest and slowly getting it on. I, of course, didn't know that other pieces were easier to get on, and, apart from long sleeve no-zip shirts, think that these t-shirts are still teh hardest things to get on when comes to rubber.

The feeling. Just having the rubber surround my torso like that was amazing. It wasn't something I expected. I thought it to be weird but I really loved it. My ex just told me about the glow I had on my face when I put it on, and the clerk was giddy. It was something I really enjoyed, and from then I knew this was something I kept.

I bought the two pieces for around 100$, a great sale. They told me to put it in cornstarch when not using it, which I found to be messy and unuseful after one of my best friends and I tried that when I got back to philly to store it for the winter break.

This story means a lot to me, as I feel that my first purchase of rubber signified my entrance into the kink, and my rite to passage for starting to nurture my sexual agency on my own. I actively looked for a way to physically demonstrate my interest in kink by buying my first rubber. I think that the first piece is always the most important step in the realm of kink, and actually buying it is the first plunge. I celebrated the first piece a year later. That day resonates in my memory still.

Review of MIR

I was charged with writing a review of MIR by one of the volunteer members of the staff, so I thought that I'd put it here as well. I think these community events are really amazing and tie the group together. The internet is great and all, but there's safety, cohesiveness, and a great time by all when these events go well. I really appreciate all the hard work everyone at MIR did this year, especially the volunteers. This is a 100% honest review, so I'm going to bare it all here:

MIR 2011 was my first MIR experience so I cannot compare it to earlier events. I got there at around 9:30 pm on Friday, as my flight was late, and headed straight to the Majestic Hotel, as I booked my room after the host hotel was fully booked. Also, word has it that the Majestic was better than the Hawthorne Terrace hotel, so many people stayed there, to my knowledge.
I texted all my friends and they replied, “Go to Cell Block, we’re not staying at the event.” I was a bit confused, as the Greet the Meat events are usually quite popular, and personally I really enjoyed the Greet the Meat rubber event at IML, as I met quite a handful of good-looking perverts. So, this social maneuver of my friends was a bit curious until I met them at Cell Block after I got dinner and change into rubber and it was around 10:30. I asked them why they didn’t go to the event itself: “It’s a rip-off.” Now, I come into these events feeling that at some point I’m going to pay for a rip-off, but it’s in part a way to support the event or the community as a whole. It’s just financially what a community member must accept to keep the events afloat; however, I was told of the $30 cover charge for just the Greet the Meat event. This was absurd to me, especially when I was told that the drinks at the party still costing a fair amount. People I talked to were certainly dropping plenty of cash on a bartab, but the cover really turned them off. On the other hand, CODE, at the same time, was offering two free drinks after you paid $10 cover just across the street. This was a no-brainer.

Cell Block was packed, but no one was going into the back room where CODE was. There was no incentive. The Cell Block manager firmly does not allow frontal nudity, so the back offered no more sexual solace than the front of the bar, hence the reason everyone just stayed in the front. Rubbermen took over the bar anyways, so this makes sense to not feel persecuted in the front of the bar.

When you look at it from a historical perspective, or what I surmise from the oral history of MIR, this is what MIR is all about: bar night(s). It started as just one evening in a bar, and now it’s grown to be an IML clone, and it’s not astonishing if it is hemorrhaging money by trying to be IML. It needs to keep its own identity, own culture and own pride. People loved that night, and everyone had a smile on their face seeing old and new faces. I saw all my good friends and loved giving them the hugs and smooches that they deserve, but I also enjoyed meeting new faces, like rubberswim from NYC, Mel from Louisiana, and pdondel from Columbus OH. The Cell Block party in the front, by being low key and not trying to be anything at all, became the de facto Greet the Meat party, and it was really fun.

The next morning, I woke up, got a great continental breakfast, got ready and went to the market at around 12:30. I really wanted to find jeans or leggings, with a thru zip. Let me just say, I found neither at the event. There was a lot of rubber, sure, but the market had a few holes of things that I would have wanted. TLS, Polymorphe, and Mr. S all brought their A-game when it came to merchandise, but I did not feel like recon brought as much as desired, even though I did buy my polo from recon in the end. I ended up having to buy the pants off of my new friend pdondel whose jeans did not fit him anymore. I also really enjoyed the gear swap part of the event. That was a really nice touch, though there were some things that had nothing to do with rubber in the gear swap, which made me feel like the Chicago rubbermen were just being desperate.

During the day, there was chatter about a protest party in the locker room at the Center, charging something like $3 a person for all you can drink until the liquor runs out type of party. It was a really funny idea, but people ended up not following through.

Then I ended up seeing Ruff of the infamous ruff’s stuff blog, someone that deserved a smooch the night before and, also, my utmost friendship. We chatted for a second and then we talked about getting me into a gimp suit for a demo. I was down. So we grabbed Reddy (reddywhp), whom you all may remember from the “Cry” and “Ladder” entries. We put me in a red gimpsuit and then they played with me for a bit, before putting me in a sling. Then John Jacobs just enters the scene kind of randomly and helps put some bluebands around my cock in prep for electro. I’m not a fan of the bluebands, but we just kind of played with it and practiced on getting me more used to them, but didn’t do anything extreme. I was much more happy just at the level of gimpsuit. It’s really fun if you’ve never tried one on. It was kind of loose, so it didn’t destroy my arms as much it does typically for someone. The following picture is of this scene, which was posted on The Leatherati flickr, "Photo by Brian Mincey," while RubberZone is also claiming it.




Anyhoo, once I had escaped (reluctantly) the clutches of Reddy, I tinkered around still searching for pants, leggings, or chaps, finding nothing I wanted, until it was time for dinner. Dinner I went to Fast&Fresh. Sounds pretty terrible. It’s actually amazingly good. If you’re looking for something greasy, yet fresh, this is the place. I just needed to grab something and then get ready for the Hole that night.

I’m always kind of intimidated by cruisy areas like the Hole; rather, I should say I used to be. The Hole was great. I went in the same thing I wore the night before: a full black catsuit, chemical rubber gloves and thigh high rubber firemen waders. This night, however, the waders were going to be used as urinals. I got there early, and no one was there quite yet, but the place just filled to the brim, almost like my waders. The juxtaposition was uncanny. As everyone from the contest filled in, I remember meeting MIR 2011, GMan from Atlanta, and talking to him about someone having to use pudding in the competition, while another contested was getting fucked against the wall right next to him. “Making pudding, I see…”

The sleaziness of the Hole was really nice and refreshing for a place of refuge for us. I got some good fun in, and ended up leaving the second time 2am came around. Daylights Savings Time was awesome. I ended up getting home safely thanks to a cab, but no thanks to the driver falling asleep at the wheel at least three different times.

The next day, I was pretty tired and kind of hung around the market halfheartedly. I got to try out the Fist cube which was really a great time, especially because two hotties were playing with me in it. There was a camera all up in my grill though, as the cameraman was trying to get coverage immediately, which kind of made the mood lost a bit. The film was forced, instead of people just being able to have fun and keep the event as a word of mouth, a bonding opportunity, and something organic. It would have been so much more fun for the bondage experience here to be just about evildoug, ruff, and me playing around and being all smiles, and others playing around all smiles, than making MIR into a big hullabaloo.

I chilled and ended up going home to take a nap that afternoon, going out with an adorable friend for dinner, and then heading to the Sunday night party at Sidetrack. Showtunes Sunday in rubber was phenomenal. Everyone was having a great time, and, if there’s anything rubbermen know, it’s the lyrics to the Golden Girls Theme Song. I had a great time and ended up staying for a long time after showtunes ended and going home with an adorable kinky boy that wasn’t into rubber. So it goes!

In the end, I really enjoyed MIR, for what MIR used to be and should continue to be. MIR is trying to be IML for rubber, but that’s not what it’s been. It started as an excuse to have a bar night, and then it has evolved since. I’m hoping that MIR XV next year will bring it back to the roots of the event, and will focus on the bar nights. Each of these events have their own huge pull. For IML, the pull is its sheer size, market depth and broad interest. MAL has the friendliest lobby. And MIR is known for its bar nights. Bring them back. This is also how MIR should regain its revenue, via the bar nights. They outsourced to CODE and Recon this last year, but I think they might want to reconsider that in order to gain cash. People go to MIR because rubber is a tight-knit community, full of people that really enjoy each other, want to go out in rubber, flirt, and get laid. The party atmosphere is what’s beautiful to these events, and by having a host hotel sans lobby, you’re depriving the organic system of a kink event of its bloodflow. MIR can be the future of kink, where MAL and IML are the history and current strongholds, but it has to understand the beautiful humanity of the kink community, and the bright socialization and community that it tries to service. And trust me, there’s plenty of good service to be done that would go plenty rewarded.

I’m excited for MIR XV, but it’s got some room to improve.

MIR 2011 Highlights from Mr. International Rubber on Vimeo.

In other news, Merry Christmas, hope you get all the rubber you wanted. :-)
Bo

Hypno

Yesterday I had a session with my friend Neil, the erotic hypnotist. He’s a good-looking guy, typical New Yorker and it was a pleasure to meet him. I really knew why everyone I talked to before for references told me he was great. He is. So, I got on a bus from Philly to go up to New York City, and texted him I was on my way. I’m always a bit hesitant to go up to NYC in the winter, especially when snow is in the forecast but I kind of bit the bullet and went anyways, because I wanted to see what he could do hypnotically. Here's a (somewhat obfuscated) pic of the guy:



This wasn’t my first hypno rodeo. In August, I actually got a piece of hypno magic done to me by a wonderful pup in Chicago, and it raised more questions than it answered about hypno. I felt that he got me under, as I felt broken for just the second time of my life. I ended up crying as I started to go under. He had me barking like a dog, saying I’m a dog, etc. We threw another person in the mix, and while I really enjoyed that part of it, it felt like I lost my trance a bit when that occurred. I was excited to do it again, since I hadn’t had the opportunity to play with that hypnopup again.

So when I got up to NYC, I didn’t know what to expect, as Neil kind of kept it as a surprise. I liked this, but I also was kinda worried. Curious what he could get me to do. We met on a random corner in Chelsea, and walked to get lunch, we then chatted and got to know each other better. We hit it off since we both are mathematicians by training, and we could relate on this analytical base. After lunch we headed to his apartment, he gave me a tour and gave me a spiel about the science of hypnotism.
The ideas behind hypnotism scientifically are very interesting. I haven’t vetted what he said, so it might just be a mind trick to tell you that it’s 100% scientific, but either way, he assured me that what happened would be natural and that I should just go with whatever was most comfortable. He told me that hypnotic states are exactly how we put our mind into dealing with more than one thing at once. It’s different from both sleeping and waking mental states, making a third mental state. We apparently go into several hypnotic states a day, but we don’t know when we enter them.

After this, he kind of did a minor hypnotic trick with me when I stood up to get something, and then saw if I was susceptible. He called it a kind of party trick, but I was really ready to get down to seeing what happened. He started to put me under. I was relaxing for a good solid time and he gave me my first trigger. When he said the trigger word, I was to go back to sleep in a form of relaxation. When I awoke he immediately put me back under. I didn’t think it was working so I shook my head and then I just stopped fighting it and went under anyways. I feel like a lot of hypnosis is just letting your conscious mind roll back and letting your subconscious take hold and having someone dominate you via your subconscious.

He then got me deeper and deeper, I was to count back from 100 to 1, stopping when it didn’t matter anymore. I think I stopped around 68 after messing up quite a few times. When writing the alphabet in my head everything became jumbled. I was losing grasp of consciousness. He then gave me a sensory trigger, every time he touched my wrist, I’d feel an orgasm. He woke me up, we chatted a bit, he came closer to me, and I knew what was coming. He took a hold of me, and it really actually felt like I was coming. He did this quite a few times, and at the end, when he was holding onto my wrist, I was thrashing all over the couch.

After this fun for a bit, he said, “do you believe in hypno now?” I just looked at him and said, “uh, you knew I had gone under before….” And then he said this is the vanilla stuff, now we can go to the kinky stuff. He then put me under and gave me new triggers: “statue” which is basically immobilization, “freeze” which was supposed to put you under and still, though for me, I ended up collapsing when it was called, “cuffs” coupled with touching your hands together made them inseparable like handcuffs. He also gave me “sensitive” and “no sensitive” which made my skin tingle when he touched me, and “horny x” where x was a number between 1 and 10. Oddly, I immediately went for rimming him each time horny 10 was called. I guess that’s what my subconscious really likes when I’m horny. Good to know!

At one point after horny 10 was called, we broke a glass that I was drinking water out of before the session. He put me on statue while he cleaned up. The problem was that my hand was stuck behind my head and cutting off circulation. While I actually was in hypno-bondage, I couldn't rationalize to myself to move. I wasn't able to move and my hand just kept throbbing as he cleaned. I couldn't move my lips to tell him anything. My subconscious was telling my conscious side it was not a good idea, while my conscious pleaded to move so I got circulation. My hand was burning. And then I got released and got to move after he cleaned. While I don't think this was safe, and Neil didn't mean to do this to me, but it really communicated to me how real the hypno-bondage was. I imagine if I were in actual imminent danger with my hand, my subconscious would have broken the trance....

At some point he gave me some trigger to become a puppy, and I really got into it and became a good puppy. It was pretty wild!

It was really impressive what he could do and he put a trigger also that when he allowed me to cum only when he gave me permission and it’d be twice as intense and twice as long as my longest. When I finally got permission, it was the longest orgasm I can remember. In the end, I can tell you that hypno really worked for me, and I can tell you right now it's best to go in with no expectations as it will not be what you expect it to be, but it's really fun. I really had a great time with it, and can't wait to see what will end up happening the next time I do it! :-)

We then went to the Leatherman where I bought a ball parachute, due to my love of ball stretching, and we went to dinner afterwards. We talked about dating the community, took the metro back to the bus and he gave me a kiss and sent me on my way.

Until next time I wish you...

hypno, hunks and hijinks,
Bo