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20.0130-0932=ai=  Becoming a Rubberite



@25.0711-1059.35 by mradermacher/Dirty-Muse-Writer-v01-Uncensored-Erotica-NSFW-i1-GGUF


 

PROMPT: Within the context of the Word Treasury a personaljournal/blog entry by Thalia addressed to Marla in which she explores the idea of becoming a 'Rubberite' in the tradition of Anchorites. What is an "anchorite"? How could Thalia become a rubberite?  

Use about 300 words of GR9 English in 1st person, past tense. 

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RESPONSE:

Dear Marla,

James and Lorraine were over for dinner last night. It was one of those conversations that started innocently enough – we were talking about one of Lorraine's leather-work projects – but somehow spiraled into this deep dive about rubber fetishes and spirituality.  They’re convinced there's something really profound going on with mine, even calling it “Tantric Shamanism”! 

James used his usual Socratic method to get me talking. He didn't say the words "Socratic Method" but that's exactly what he did! I swear, sometimes he acts like a modern-day oracle, asking these pointed questions until you see things in a whole new light.  He kept saying things like, “What does it feel like when you wear those latex suits?” and “How do they change your perception of the world?” 

Then Lorraine brought up Anchorites – remember them? Those hermits who lived solitary lives, often sealed inside their own little chapels or towers. They were dedicated to prayer and contemplation. James said that maybe I’m becoming a kind of "Rubberite" - someone devoted to exploring consciousness through rubber!  He thinks my fascination with latex is more than just physical attraction; it's about finding this deeper connection, like those Anchorites did in their own way.

It sounds crazy, right? But the more he talked, the more I started seeing a glimmer of truth in his words. Maybe there’s something to this idea of rubber as a catalyst for consciousness.  Maybe  becoming fully immersed in latex – wearing it constantly, even sleeping in it – could be like building my own little "rubber chapel" where I can really delve into myself and explore these feelings more deeply.

What do you think, Marla? Am I crazy to consider this Rubberite path?