The insatiable craving for rubber, for beautiful women in rubber, surely must have profound inner urging, surely must spring from a deep ancestral or subconscious desire, to be so persistent and so commanding. It must be, generally speaking, a kind of desperate search for some suspected well-being. As music can make one, so to speak “spiritually drunken”, so can latex rubber make one “sensually drunken”. There is an ecstasy in rubber, as there is one in sex and, strange to say, in spirituality, or in the practice of it religious cult, if you prefer and if I am not offending you. I have often thought that the apparent well-being engendered by sex, religion and latex rubber, if I am not being irreverent, is much the same in many respects. Maybe this idea is unusual but I do like exploration in the field of thought …. and feeling.
– A.P. (Canada).