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
Monday, 21 October 2013
Wednesday, 9 October 2013
What do I love so much about getting wet in clothes?
Just the other day, I was asked where did my love for wet clothes come from. It was a question that got me thinking - what is it that I adore about getting into a bath, shower, pool etc. while fully clothed?
I'll start from the beginning. From a young age I always wanted to be different and stand out from the crowd. If all my friends followed one team, I had to follow another. If people hated a movie or TV show, I would watch it. I knew (or, more accurately, believed) that nobody else would actually enjoy getting their clothes wet, so perhaps this was the origin of my intrigue.
Even then, though, it seems rather random. There is no scientific explanation for my addiction (because it is that) of wet clothes. It was just something that, for whatever reason, entered my mind as a little girl and stuck with me ever since. I watched people on TV jump into a pool with their clothes on and instantly thought 'whoa, what would that be like?'
Ah, there we go. Maybe it was curiosity that sparked it all. For a long time I merely saw it on TV or pictured it in my mind. Of course I'd never actually try it because I knew that if my parents caught me in the tub or swimming pool at home in my clothes, they would freak. It wasn't until I got a little older that I had the courage and self-assurance to go through with it. I've never looked back since.
So why the wet clothes enthusiasm? Because it's different. Very few people do it, or so I thought until I began to connect with an online community who share my passion. I've even managed to make friends through it and, in some cases, introduce others to it, although none of those really took to it in the same way that I did.
Part of the reason I love it so much is that it is an escape. It's just soothing. It makes me feel like, well, me. When I make contact with the water and my clothes get soaked, I get an indescribable sense of happiness. Instantly I'm smiling. I'm happy. It's like nothing in life worries me. Any crap I've been through or anything that was getting me down at that time, it disappeared once I entered the tub, shower or pool, whatever it may be.
The different ways of soaking my clothes also fascinate me. Take a bath, for instance. It's probably my favourite way of getting wet. I usually take quite a few seconds to go through the process, savouring every bit of it as my shirt, jeans, etc. cease to be dry. After I've soaked every last thing that I'm wearing, I like to just sit there, admire my drenched clothes and feel them against my body. Let's just say I'm never in a rush to climb back out of the tub.
The feeling is just as enjoyable, but in a different way, when I throw myself into a pool. It all happens much quicker. There's no chance to take in the soaking process slowly. I stand a few feet back from the water's edge, I brace myself and I sprint towards the pool, furling my body into either a graceful hands-first dive or an untidy legs-led leap. As I leave contact with dry land, I close my eyes and await the splash. And then I'm in. I usually take a few seconds underwater to feel the total immersion. I might start swimming or else just tread there, absorbing the feeling. When I lift my head above the surface, I simply gesticulate to stay still, gazing downward at my clothes beneath the water.
Whatever form of wetlook I opt for, I always embrace it for a few minutes before deciding that enough is enough. The only kind of downside to it all is the aftermath. I'm not in the water anymore, but I'm traipsing around in a shirt, jeans, socks, etc. that are destroyed. In a way, it almost feels like I'm punishing the clothes that I love so much. But also I'm rewarding myself. I'm happiest when I'm fully clothed and in a body of water.
It's too late to change that now!
xx
I'll start from the beginning. From a young age I always wanted to be different and stand out from the crowd. If all my friends followed one team, I had to follow another. If people hated a movie or TV show, I would watch it. I knew (or, more accurately, believed) that nobody else would actually enjoy getting their clothes wet, so perhaps this was the origin of my intrigue.
Even then, though, it seems rather random. There is no scientific explanation for my addiction (because it is that) of wet clothes. It was just something that, for whatever reason, entered my mind as a little girl and stuck with me ever since. I watched people on TV jump into a pool with their clothes on and instantly thought 'whoa, what would that be like?'
Ah, there we go. Maybe it was curiosity that sparked it all. For a long time I merely saw it on TV or pictured it in my mind. Of course I'd never actually try it because I knew that if my parents caught me in the tub or swimming pool at home in my clothes, they would freak. It wasn't until I got a little older that I had the courage and self-assurance to go through with it. I've never looked back since.
So why the wet clothes enthusiasm? Because it's different. Very few people do it, or so I thought until I began to connect with an online community who share my passion. I've even managed to make friends through it and, in some cases, introduce others to it, although none of those really took to it in the same way that I did.
Part of the reason I love it so much is that it is an escape. It's just soothing. It makes me feel like, well, me. When I make contact with the water and my clothes get soaked, I get an indescribable sense of happiness. Instantly I'm smiling. I'm happy. It's like nothing in life worries me. Any crap I've been through or anything that was getting me down at that time, it disappeared once I entered the tub, shower or pool, whatever it may be.
The different ways of soaking my clothes also fascinate me. Take a bath, for instance. It's probably my favourite way of getting wet. I usually take quite a few seconds to go through the process, savouring every bit of it as my shirt, jeans, etc. cease to be dry. After I've soaked every last thing that I'm wearing, I like to just sit there, admire my drenched clothes and feel them against my body. Let's just say I'm never in a rush to climb back out of the tub.
The feeling is just as enjoyable, but in a different way, when I throw myself into a pool. It all happens much quicker. There's no chance to take in the soaking process slowly. I stand a few feet back from the water's edge, I brace myself and I sprint towards the pool, furling my body into either a graceful hands-first dive or an untidy legs-led leap. As I leave contact with dry land, I close my eyes and await the splash. And then I'm in. I usually take a few seconds underwater to feel the total immersion. I might start swimming or else just tread there, absorbing the feeling. When I lift my head above the surface, I simply gesticulate to stay still, gazing downward at my clothes beneath the water.
Whatever form of wetlook I opt for, I always embrace it for a few minutes before deciding that enough is enough. The only kind of downside to it all is the aftermath. I'm not in the water anymore, but I'm traipsing around in a shirt, jeans, socks, etc. that are destroyed. In a way, it almost feels like I'm punishing the clothes that I love so much. But also I'm rewarding myself. I'm happiest when I'm fully clothed and in a body of water.
It's too late to change that now!
xx
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