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My watchers over @ dA decided that this should be the cover of the “Ropes ‘R’ Us” March 2014 issue. It features Austin Mahone visiting MIR (and therefore the basic pic for this is © by the MIR gallery) and an article on HOM gags and HOM breath control.

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I personally think the real boy from the pic is much cuter ...

It feels good to slip back into rubber Ranter again. I missed him.

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There. The ritual is complete - I have created the perfect boy. Now to wait for him to appear. *stares impatiently at the door*

This came out hot. Very fey. I thought I was done six or so times but each time I found some other detail I wanted to add or change. The final one was the leaves, which are so over the top in the head shot :p

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Yes...the perfect boy...damn you MisterX for creating a boy that will never come.

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For those of you who don’t know…I’m kind of a Deadpool nut (which meshes well with RubGlove/ @leathergloveboy Spider-Man ). With special guest appearance by CosmicRoo!!!

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With the upcoming Deadpool release thought I’d repost these Spidy-Pool pics done with @rubberrants

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GO SEE THE DEADPOOL MOVIE, IT’S AWESOME!!!!

MIR 2015...

There are times you stop, look down at your shoes and are amazed by the rubber worn off the tread. It was pointed out to me this MIR weekend that I and my very good friend Leathergloveboy started coming to this event seven years ago. There were guys there this weekend that were Ten when this all started. Each year I show, there are some constants. I blow money I shouldn't on gear. I eat at some of the same amazing restaurants that make it harder to put on that gear (Nookies... Where they don't even flinch at men in rubber anymore), I meet some of the same great kinksters who are basically family to me, I shout my lungs singing "Springtime for Hitler" at the singalong at Sidetrack, and... I inevitably make an idiot out of myself in a horrible, horrible way. There's something great about kinksters. Well, at least those of us who are part of the community and are open about it. Our ability to be nonjudgmental, supportive, openly loving, and forgiving is amazing. It's something I actually pitty muggles for. I cant imagine a world where I don't have friends that I get to open myself down to the sexual level. That ability to make yourself vulnerable in the most seemingly absurd way, and yet find reinforcement and bonding... It's something muggles sometimes call perverse but is actually the most loving and affectionate bond I think you can find. It amazes me what that lets us do. Every year, MIR contestants get up in front of a crowd of people and a live stream and show that they don't care what other people think as long as they're having a good time in a way that lets them connect in a genuine way. This year's winner wore a rubber suit patterned with gummie bears. Our own Mister New England Rubber, Cory, showed an amazing "flight attendant" fantasy. But beyond the silly is the supportive. We kinksters often don't live in bright times. Sharing that is part of our bond. And, it's what makes us appreciate the fun we can have together in life. Every year, MIR gets slightly more bizarre. I make a few more friends. I learn a little bit more about what I really get out of these events. This MIR was no different. That's a pretty good track record for seven years.

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REBLOG if you love BOYS in RUBBER ❤️

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REBLOG if you love BOYS in RUBBER ❤️

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easily the most disturbing moment in cartoon history

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When people ask how I got the way I did...

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Please, Sammy. Make it all go away.

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Director Roland Emmerich unveils the protagonist of his newest movie ‘Stonewall’ to queer audiences worldwide.

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Whoever made this meme is genius

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OUR HISTORY WILL NOT BE WHITE/CIS-WASHED.

It is time that black and brown transwomyn and drag queens are recognized for their efforts in the riots throughout the nation. From the preview alone, we know that will not be happening . Majority of characters casted are white actors, cis men play the role of transwomyn, and folks who began the riots do not seem to be credited with such revolutionary acts.

WE ARE CALLING A BOYCOTT OF STONEWALL. Do not throw money at the capitalistic industry that fails to recognize true s/heros. Do not support a film that erases our history. Do not watch Stonewall.

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It’s worth noting: the main character of this movie is fictional. He did not exist. They literally invented a white, cis character to be the face and leader of the Stonewall riots.

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This infuriates me. Trans women and drag queens were the flame behind the fire at Stonewall.

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Matrix & Terminator was written by a black woman!

& She just won her case after ten years!

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$15 billion & copyrights, warner bros/aol-time warner owns 95% of the media, so naturally there will be no coverage..

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JLE013T0rmM)

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:-)

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The massive amount of gay sex that will happen tonight will have absolutely no effect on the birthrate in 9 months

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No, but here's betting the number of proposals and weddings and gifts will have an impact on the economy

Where Has Ranter Been?

First it was a giant plate of Asian fusion hot wings. Then came the spinal taps.

Don't hold me to any of this. This isn't a hand-to-God situation. This story is the kind of blurry you only get with lots of prescription drugs, brain trauma, and gay self-deception.

The first time I actually remember waking up in the hospital bed--strapped down with the kind of gear only the real enthusiasts pay for, confused as fuck, and with an undying need to wipe a bit of snot off my nose--they asked me the name of my partner (at that time) of eight years.

You might know him as “LeatherGloveBoy." I know him by a name that starts with an "M."

My best guess at the time was "Bob."

My parents were also in the room, or so they tell me. I didn't know who the hell they were.

The whole story goes something like this. It all started when I met up with the guy I'm lucky enough to call my current boyfriend (“A”) for a dinner at a fusion restaurant north of Boston in early July 2014...days before what some would call my mid-life birthday. M an I, we'd had an open relationship for years.

Up to that point, I'd been Mr. Indestructible. I had demolished half my body in a motorcycle accident a couple years before and had bounced like it was a twisted ankle. Done enough drugs to kill a horse and yet woke up and negotiated million-dollar deals. Drunk enough to put down Robert Downy Jr. and yet run marathon-lengths the morning after. I wear scars like they're tattoos.

It was great.

Until that day I broke.

I guess at dinner—somewhere between the hotwings and the egg rolls—I randomly started going into seizures in the middle of the restaurant. Thankfully, this is near Boston, so the the question to, “Is there a doctor in the house?” is always, “Yes.” There was someone there to keep me from choking on my own tongue. But, I spent the next two weeks in various hospitals. In and out of consciousness. Most of the time with no idea of who I was.

Dozens of head scans and every medical examination possible later ( I have the thousands in medical bills to prove it) my doctors still can’t tell me exactly why this happened—although I’m sure I earned it one way or another. No one who knows me…no one who knew me…will tell you that I was exactly kind to my head.

In the aftermath, I had sever brain trauma. Seizures that still continued and have to be tamped down by medication. The first night, A and nurses dealt with the worst devil in me that nature had to offer. Apparently I was using curse words I didn’t even know I knew…some that I still don’t know. The next two months were rough, as LeatherGloveBoy did everything in his power to get me back and functional. Every other day I would have a seizure that would send me to the floor in convulsions, drool leaking from my mouth.

It took me months—nearly half a year—to accept the experience for what it was. Now, I know this is going to sound corny, but it was a learning experience… a sign. Something that left me no other choice but to shift how I was living and my perspective. Life isn’t something to be torn through. It’s something to be savored. People are meant to be known, not used. No one is unbreakable.

So, as everyone is getting together this year for IML…that’s where I’m at. I’m still getting myself back together. Healing. And I’m pretty far along the path of recovery. I’m not saying I’m healed, and that the experience didn’t leave its scars. I still have gaps in my memory. Medication I take. Relationships I’m healing. Habits I’m breaking.

But I’ll say this: I don’t think the path that I’ve built back along the way would have been the same without the love of my fetish brothers and sisters. This community isn’t just about sex and play…it’s about a rare form of bonding and openly sharing intimacy that is so wrongly forbidden by our outside cultures. As you get together, appreciate that. And know that my path is going to lead its way back to you very, very soon.

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“I watched Fifty Shades of Grey the other day, and-you know that guy from Silence of the Lambs? Not as creepy. Not as creepy as the guy in Fifty Shades.” (X)

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Oh. My. God.

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Good god