Everything started when I was 13 and bought a swimming hood; was amazed by the soft rubber feel, the noise he was making, the aroma. I do not know why I tied my gum to sex, but I started masturbating with her, and since then, my sex life was not the same.

As a teenager, I felt abnormal until I discovered magazines such as AtomAge, Shiny and Smooth, filled with photos manly dressed in latex. There, I liberated and realized that there are others like me.

Now I'm in the 60's, and although society is showing more tolerant to unconventional forms of sexuality such as BDSM or latex, fetishes, in essence, remain unacceptable. Certain objects - such as high heels, tight ends, or skin garments - that can be considered fetish, are more acceptable than the masses because they are everyday clothes at the end.

The rubber characteristics - the fact that heats or cools depending on the air temperature - does not allow it to be used on clothing.

A persistent problem for many like me is "How to Tell the Partner", afraid that our partners will look at us with another eye. I am fortunate that my 30 year old wife, though not enthusiastic about my passion for rubber, tolerates it. She admits that sometimes I wear latex and sometimes - however many times less than any I like - latex wears too.

My Fetishi rubber is an integral part of my life. Not cured and I do not want to cure. It has enriched my life.

Written by an anonymous man for The Guardian