Had some kinky friends over for dinner last night and at one point we had a discussion about if latex fetishism is given by the genes or the environment. The beliefs was very different from person to person, but everybody had their own theory about the origin of their latex fetish.
I found it very interesting and would like to hear what others thinks about this.
What Causes Latex Fetishism? Your genes or the environment?
If I could answer that definitively, every university in the world would had me honorary doctorates.
And all of the out of work researchers would set out after me in one big lynch mob.
That is an interesting question. Since I know next to nothing about genealogy I would have to side with environment. And that is based on my own observation and experience.
I think one thing that gets some into latex is the smoothness of it. It mutes our own body detail yet leaves up with an exposed feeling. This can come from childhood cartoons and fantasy. A lot of the older cartoons (40's-60's although some even today have that same qualities) had caricatures of people, animals and objects that we knew what they were but were simplified. And if you had a happy experience with the cartoons then there is that imprint of joy associated with the simplistic smoothed out, muted appearance. You have taken on the guise of something joyful and in some way magical. An open fantasy wrapped around you.
Mind you, I am talking only about latex clothing and not the bondage or other kinks that easily attach themselves to the main fetish. These are things that can also come from environment and are enhancements for some to their core Latex fetish.
Myself, I found the smell of vinyl intoxicating as a child, thanks to those vinyl halloween costumes. Later I would find the occasional show with a female character wearing a leotard or bodysuit and found it interesting how it smoothed out her body and still showed off her curves. It was not until I was in college and found a website with heavy rubber on it that I found the most magical and inspirational thing. Latex full body cat suit with molded wig. Felt like I found something that existed only in my mind and did not know how to make it myself.
In all I would say that it is our imagination and what fantastic elements we are exposed to that draws up closer to latex as a fetish than something else would have.
I am absolutely sure that I born with fetish interest. How far I remember myself, I remember my feelings about shiny raincoats. I thought that I am ill with that till 16. Then got first shock from magazine "Shiny Housewife". Good to discover that you are not alone so strange.
Born with it, attracted to the smell and feel of rubber.
The most creative theory I've heard is that it all comes from ancestral (genetic) memories of rainforests, rubber trees, and glossy leaves. The two flaws to this theory is that latex fetishism seems strongest amongst those of either Northern European and Japanese ancestry, and the fact that our species originated in grasslands (savanna).
Still, latex does seem to tap something very primal, doesn't it?
I asked this same question to a friend of mine a few years back. He himself is a member of the Furrie (sic?) community and is very open to exploring the roots of questions of sexuality. The first thing he asked was if I had been swaddled as an infant and if the feeling of constriction was perhaps a pleasing and security trigger. That seemed a reasonable theory to me but I am still left with other questions. It seems to me that several factors play in to Latex's appeal. It is smooth in both texture and appearance thus it has tactile pleasure as well as a flawlessness that is pleasing. Latex's scent as well is most pleasing, combining both a delicate earthy aroma and subtle hints of man-madeness indicating sterility. I would have to say that Latex fetishism is more a product of my life interactions and preferences. Much as I don't question why I prefer blue to other colors I simply chalk up Latex liking to simply who I am.
Cracking question! Devising an answer prompted me to attempt a proper description about the relationship between latex/rubber and myself. Hope it’s OK that this is a longish and self-indulgent post and sincere apologies if I hack off anyone.
I don’t think my fetish is of genetic origin. If it is, there’s a reasonable expectation of some echo elsewhere in the wider family and there isn’t as far as I can see. I think that while it’s easier to conceal a fetish from a non-fetishist, it’s less easy to conceal a latex fetish from another fetishist. Other readers may well think differently however.
My relationship with rubber has environmental roots. Baby care practice at the time of my birth then involved swaddling, which may be the origin of my interest. I also recall wearing belted, rubber proofed macks and wellies as young child – staple clothing in the face of British weather. Early school memories include cloakrooms rich with the aroma of wet macks and wellies.
Two other events also stand out. While still young I was twice given an enema. The first time, the nurse put a rubber sheet on the bed and made me lie on my side on the sheet. I remember the strong rubber smell, the sight of the nurse’s gloves, the feel of the enema nozzle and the initially pleasant feeling of being pumped with water. After being pumped very full, I was told to lie still, face down on rubber sheet. I was eventually allowed to evacuate in front of the nurse and then given rubber pants to wear for the rest of the day. I clearly remember the overpowering smell and slippery feel of both sheet and pants. I was older on the second occasion and this time a plastic sheet was used with no pants afterwards. The feeling of awful embarrassment is vivid.
I was pre-pubescent at the time of the enemas and I recall unsuccessful attempts to make clothes from plastic sheets, when I found a vinyl walking cape. I enjoyed immense pleasure wearing it while naked. I found secluded outdoor places, stripped off and spent hours swishing around in the cape. It was best when it rained. I particularly enjoyed places with a rich musty smells. Things became complicated when I found out how to ejaculate. I had a need, a hunger, to constantly wear the cape and cum. I took increasing risks about where and when I obtained release. I was only discovered once by my mother. I’m sure she never believed my red-faced excuses!
In my early teens I found small Sunday newspaper adverts for South Bucks Rainwear[url=http://www.southbucks.com/]and for Weathervain . I knew then that I was interested as much in rubber as in vinyl. In my mid teens I purchased a loose rubber suit from Weathervain[url=http://www.weathervain.com/] followed by my first hooded latex cat suit from Ann Summers[url=http://www.annsummers.com/]and then a pair of dildo pants. The cat suit and pants became permanent fixtures whenever I was able – wearing it felt ‘right’ in a way that nothing else did. Inevitably my mother again found me suited in latex (thankfully with pants hidden) but chose to ignore it. Sadly we never did have an honest and proper discussion about this.
It’s probably unsurprising that I have a fetish for the aroma, feel, sight and sound of rubber/latex and BDSM. I’ve been less affected by vinyl as time has passed, even though it’s the shiny street material that you’re most likely to see.
I don’t think it’s nature that dictates whether a person has a fetish, I do think, at least for me, that it’s nurture/environment.
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