I am deeply drawn to latex – the way it creaks, the way it feels against my skin. It fits me so perfectly. I grab a large bowl and relieve myself, creating a sizable pile of excrement. Latex gloves are already on my hands, allowing me to carefully smear the feces on them. I meticulously work to ensure that every inch of my gloved hands is covered in the substance. Once done, I put on another pair of gloves, this time directly on top of the feces, letting them join in the slippery, muddy sensation. This feeling is truly indescribable.