Its funny how changes in your life can go unnoticed for a very long time. A series of small changes to your daily routine all add up and then one day you realise the way you live your life is nothing like what it once was. Some bad habits can creep in or maybe some small improvements are made.

The tricky bit for me is to decide on which changes are good and to spot any bad habits.

The changes I am talking about are, of course, related to my fetish which by its very nature is all-encompassing – a dominant factor in my life. Some may say this fact alone is a bad habit, but to me a habit is a bad habit only if it affects your ability to do the things you wanted or needed to do (or severely affect your own health other people in any way).

For certain, my fetish has rarely affected what I wanted or needed to do, at least in the past. The thing is, things have progressed bit by bit to what even I find a more extreme way of living and so I think it is about time to re-appraise. But that is easier said than done. Unpicking guilt associated with my social/cultural deviation from the very real possibility I may be letting things go too far in my quest to take me to my life to new highs of experience.

It impossible to do everything, so I have willingly chosen to pair down my life to a considerable degree in order to dedicate it to support my fetish aims. Certainly I am still discovering new levels sensual existence, along with just how sealed in you can be when eliminate as many time consuming commitments as possible, which previously prevented me from being in rubber.

Also I don’t have anything in my mind that I think I may be missing out on, but it’s easy to be paranoid when you are living hermetically sealed from the majority of society. Essentially I can do all the things I decided I needed to be able to do going into this, but know I can hardly be impartial deciding on what new things to do if they turn out to compromise my rubber lifestyle. It would impossible to be impartial when everything that goes with living in my rubber skin just feels so right for me…

I do feel like rubber is my true skin and I love being in my rubber support system. I feel so pure in here. I now find it is more comfortable to be in rubber and creepy to be in other clothes. I feel so clean, I feel alive in my rubber and dull (un-dead) when I am not. For some reason, which I cannot fathom, I feel so masculine to be in my rubber skin. Its certainly part of my personal self image.

I dread being out of my rubber skin. Being in rubber is so calming and the time out of rubber feels almost hysterical. When putting on my rubber, I crave that last item completing the seal and then I know I feel normal again.

What frequency and degree of rubber hermetic seal feels normal now is what is interesting. Certainly it has to be more complete and total than it did. If trend continues, I have to wonder what it might restrict what I am able to do in the future…

Sealed