The struggle for secrecy

As you know well by now, I get a major kick out of being in wet clothes. And, as I've discovered over time, there are quite a few others who feel the same way. Some of them make absolutely no attempt to disguise their love for getting their clothes wet, but I am one of those who is as secretive about it as possible.

So why, then, am I writing a blog about wet clothes and putting it on the Internet for all to see? It's because the online wetlook community is my confessional booth. I am able to pinpoint those who share my love of wet clothes and discuss it openly with them. My fear, though, is that the people with whom I interact on a daily basis will either catch me in the act or discover that there are images and videos of me online in fully drenched attire.

I have lately become hooked on a fantastic website, www.soaknet.co.uk, where some of the characters have a similar back story to me. They saw people swimming with clothes on as a young girl and were awestruck by it all. They had to try it for themselves but also made sure to be most careful about not getting seen, for fear of being read the riot act by Mama Bear and Papa Bear. I still have this on my mind every time I take a bath or shower or go for a swim in my clothes.

It is tricky trying to enjoy my hobby incognito. I won't go near the water if I think someone other than a trusted friend will see me. I have to pick my moments carefully. I live in fear of getting caught and becoming the black sheep of the family, or even the community, even though I know full well there is nothing weird or shameful about getting my clothes wet deliberately. Am I harming anyone? Am I putting myself in danger? Think about it.

Also you may have noticed on my YouTube videos and Flickr stream that I never show my face. This is purely because I don't want to be publicly outed. In fact, I am so mindful of it that I won't even reveal it to fellow wetlook lovers, so please don't ask for a photo or video of my facial features on email.

Perhaps it is that risk factor, though, which makes me enjoy wetlook all the more. Even though a clothed bath is often a relaxing activity, there is still an adrenaline rush and a sense of rebellion about it. "No, don't get in there with your clothes on!" some might shriek. Screw that. The water is beckoning me. Besides, they're my goddamn clothes. What's it to you if they're on me and in the water?

Alas that struggle for secrecy is omnipresent. To me, the world isn't quite liberal enough just yet to tell all and sundry that I love getting wet in clothes and to do so in full public viewing without fear of being judged. Or arrested. So for now I'll continue to enjoy my hobby in the privacy of my own home, unless I'm fortunate enough to be in the company of someone who shares my enthusiasm for wetlook or who plain and simple doesn't care.

That's all for now. Besides, I'm at home. I have the place to myself for a little while. Time to fire up the bath!

Laters! :)

xx