I am deeply drawn to latex – the way it creaks, the way it feels against my skin. It fits me so perfectly. I take a large bowl and relieve myself, creating a sizable pile of excrement. I already have latex gloves on my hands, which I then dip into the feces and carefully spread, attempting to cover every inch of my gloved hands. I then put on another pair of gloves, directly on top of the feces-covered ones, and repeat the process. I find great pleasure in this slippery, mud-like sensation.