Yesterday I lived in a country that, at least in my mind, had no Miss Rubber World tournament. And today that world is gone.
Sponsoring organization the New York Rubber Ball will stage Miss Rubber World 2012 in late March, with a prize package approaching $12,000. In more rubber.
I don’t know why this surprised me; I’ve been to plenty of adult and fetish events and have seen my share of rubber clothing. I also know, inveterate businessman that I am, that the future lies in fetishes and sub-niches, so an event entirely devoted to rubber should be no more eyebrow-raising than leather events or the denim hoedowns of my youth.
But all I could think about upon viewing the press release and skimming through hundreds of images on the New York Rubber Ball (tickets $60 per person/$80 for couples) website was the smell of sweat and baby powder.
I remember the first time I pulled off an ex’s rubber clothing, liking how everything underneath it was so well-squeezed under her eraser-like ensemble. Note to self: breathe through your mouth.
I understand the appeal of rubber in the fetish world. I recognize that it is sexier than burlap and even breezier than steel wool, but it is hard for me to imagine squeezing in and out of a tremendously onerous outfit in which I am restricted from doing jumping jacks, eating clam chowder while sitting down, or rescuing flood victims is off limits to me.
Although beautiful contestant Lydia Lael seems to have gotten up this tree OK.
The New York Rubber Ball is a weekend-long series of events, culminating in this orgy of non-breathable fabrics. Bounce on over (unless you’re too tired) for the chance of getting a radial from someone who shares your views. Just wear a rubber.
Previously on Porn Valley Observed: Back to the Apocalypse at the San Francisco Fetish Ball
See also: New York Rubber Ball
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