Depositions

Hello Lorraine it's Jude,

I'm reading the pages of your web site with interest and more than a little excitement, I have to admit I think it is more informative and interesting and really helps me in my ever growing search for an answer to the most complex question that I've ever asked myself.

Why, oh why, do rubber macs excite me so much?

The day my Father bought my Stepmother a new rainmac from you started as just another day until the parcel was delivered, she tried it on, I said it was very nice just out of politeness really not that I was paying very much attention, Cynthia, my Stepmother, was always getting new macs.

I had once asked her why she wanted so many raincoats, and what she answered puzzled me slightly at the time but now I'm beginning to understand, she said "They're not raincoats they're mackintoshes - the difference is important! I like macs but I wouldn't want a raincoat."

Personally I thought they were both the same but apparently not, I've had many raincoats in the past, I'm only twenty eight and definitely not a follower of fashion, but I like to think I dress smartly and always like to feel comfortable whatever I wear. I've had gabardine macs that certainly are not waterproof - they get just as wet inside in a downpour as they do outside, I've had those cotton poplin things that look like a limp dish rag even when they're only damp, I also once bought a nicely fashioned long plastic mac that was the only one I had that was waterproof but it never felt right, when I did the belt up it looked like a sack of potatoes tied round the middle with string, and when I left the belt off it looked so untidy and it never felt an easy garment to wear, and anyway blokes gave me peculiar looks every time I wore it as if I had two heads or something, and I don't really enjoy male attention I much prefer to be with my own kind.

Sorry Lorraine I do go off the subject don't I, you'll need a medal listening to me babbling on, anyway you did say I could talk to you...

So, Cynthia, having tried her new mac on and apparently very happy with it took it off and held it out to me saying "Here, try it on! You've never had a decent mac since I've known you!"

For the first time I looked at the mac now it was so close to me I could actually smell rubber, and up until that moment I had no idea that there were such things as rainmacs made of rubber.

As I put my arms forward to slide them down into those two warm black tunnels of rubber sleeves I realised that this mac was rubber inside and out!

As I put the mac on it felt as if warm liquid was being poured over me!

Cynthia was busily doing up the buttons and the belt, fussing like a Mother hen, I felt as if I was enveloped in pure pleasure. I had never felt so much excitement simply putting on an article of clothing, even silk underwear never gave me a buzz like this.

I pranced round the house going from room to room looking in all the mirrors so excited with the image staring back at me in this rustling, crackling, beautifully feminine soft pink rubber mac. At that moment, as I stared once more at my reflection in the full length dressing mirror in the bedroom, smoothing the material of the mac down the front of my body with my hands, I wanted this mac, this gorgeous, exciting, pleasant-smelling piece of artistic manufacturing, I had to have it, or one just like it, and if there were any others like it I wanted those too!

Just then a voice behind me brought me back down to earth. "It looks good on you." - My Stepmum stood in the doorway behind me, breaking the spell instantly. "You should treat yourself to one! - it really suits you," she said.

I'll always be grateful to you Lorraine, that first mac I got fom you made me so intensely happy. I got my second one, a superb blue and red hospital mac, because they said I was wearing the Abha all the time and I should have a different mac to wear to work and everday wear.

You see I've read you web site and know all the names of your macs, I did wonder why it was called The Hospital Mac though. Anyway I love it to pieces and wear it all the time it excites me every time I put it on, I simply adore sliding my bare arms, (thank God for short sleeved blouses) down into those secretive rubber lined sleeves and allowing the mac to envelope me, caressing me all over as I travel to work or wherever I'm going, I feel like I'm walking on air or perhaps on another planet when I'm wearing either of my rubber macs.

I must tell you, I went to Milan recently on holiday, we have a small place there, I wouldn't go without my hospital mac (I call it my secret mac) and my Dad asked me if I was sure I wanted to take it as he was certain rain wasn't forecast. I said it had nothing to do with rain I was going to wear it because I liked wearing it and it made me feel good wearing it. Then on the flight the steward asked me if he could take my coat and put it in the overhead locker for me. Guess what, remembering what Cynthia had said to me I told him that it wasn't a coat it was a mackintosh and no thank you I didn't want to take it off and I didn't want it in the overhead locker. But then I lost my courage and said, because I'm cold! Afterwards I thought I was so rude to that man it made me feel mean but only for little while and thoroughly enjoyed my holiday and wore my rubber mac almost all the time. I know it seems silly but I think discovering your beautiful rubber rainwear and the pure joy of wearing it has made an enormous difference to my whole life, so much so that I feel like a different person, I think I like showing off in the macs, which is something I've never done before, people have asked me where I got it from and lots of times I've felt people staring at me, I'm not the prettiest girl on the block so the macs are definitely good for my confidence.

Sorry this is so long Lorraine and hope I'm not boring you, but to get to the point, I recently discovered when I was in my Father's bedroom using their mirror, (it's longer than mine,) that the bottom sheet and pillow cases on their bed are actually made from the same rubber material as your rubber macs, I looked in disbelief at the unmade bed, it took my breath away, I wanted to take off my clothes jump into the bed and wrap myself in this heavenly mackintosh material, (just saying that to you excites me and I want to know why!) but feeling like a naughty school girl being in their room and invading their privacy stopped me doing it. I had realised, when I got my own rubber macs that my Dad obviously liked them too as I knew he had a couple and wore them occasionally, and I was well aware that my Stepmum enjoyed wearing them as she'd got so many. (I had a sneaky look in her wardrobe yesterday, she has more than a dozen macs, some SBR. which I have just found out means shiny black rubber, (I'm learning it all from your web site,) some rubberised cotton, some rubberised satin and now she has some of your gorgeous slickr double rubber macs in there as well.)

I feel very knowledgable finding all this out and enjoy reading all about it as well, but why does it excite me? Do you think because I like women, and rubber macs are such feminine garments that the two are related? Oh! I don't know! I suppose I should just enjoy my feelings and be glad they're good feelings, I always have to diagnose everything
and maybe I shouldn't.

Anyway, when I asked Cynthia, quite nervously I might add, after all, their sleeping habits are a bit personal, where the new SPECIAL bedding came from she said my Dad had made it, apparently he's quite handy with a sewing machine, but when I plucked up courage and asked if he would make the same for me he said there were several reasons why he would rather not but I probably wouldn't understand, but mainly it was because he thought that it might cause problems for me in my relationships present and future if I buried myself too deeply into rubber, he said it was one thing to wear a rubber mac and enjoy wearing it and all the feelings that went with it but it was something entirely different to want to sleep on it, and by the way he said if I did eventually choose to sleep on it to make sure I never slept under it because it became too unpleasantly hot and uncomfortable. So the deal is, if I want it bad enough I have to arrange for the material myself and he'll make it up for me. I would really love it on my bed to sleep on it must be the ultimate pleasure, so dear Lorraine please sell me some of that gorgeous red and blue mackintosh material, I have no idea how much I need or how much it is but I'm sure you'll tell me if I can have it. I do hope you'll be sympathetic to my cause and remain yours sincerely

Jude

P.S I'm sorry it took me so long to get to the point.

Hi Jude

Lovely to get your email, thank you! Absolutely facsinating.

I've decided myself not to worry too much about Why.

This is because I think the answer is really simple! Some shapes you see don't do anything for you. Some do! They are exciting! But all that is happening is that a pattern of dots and dashes on the retina is passed to the brain where it fits the template for 'sexual alert!'

That's all that's happening when soft and slippery rubber gives us a thrill. It's not dots and dashes on the retina in this case but it's a pattern of nerve firings just the same. They pass to the brain and fit the 'sexual alert' template.

Why do they fit this template? Something in the brain's processing makes them. Maybe the template varies just that little bit from person to person. Maybe it's the pre-test processing that is just that little bit different from person to person. Interesting to fangle it out, but not that important! We mustn't let it stop our enjoyment! (As I think you are agreeing.)

That's what I think anyway! Sorry if it sounds a bit childish...

I understand your father's worries, there are big swells of emotion involved, and it's true that not everybody you might meet will want to join in, and quite a few who can't take it at all. But from what you say I don't think you will be able to give it up, whatever effort you make!

If I'm wrong about this, if you feel it's just a bit of fun which you could give up and do say embroidery instead - you should I think! It is going to be a complicating factor, no doubt.

Sorry, I'm going on, and really you want to get hold of some SlickR!

I can get you some for the bed, but I'm afraid it's terribly expensive. Its not expensive to make or get made up but it is very heavy and so costs the earth getting it here. And it comes under a different import code which hits it again.

Very nice of you to write. Sorry about the expense of the SlickR. Hope we can be in touch.

With very best wishes

Lorraine

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