The Dysfunctional (Cross)Dresser Family

By Chris Walden

Latex rubs sticky and smooth,

wanting to grow up

to the fame Rubber had –

vying for popularity at

dance parties and cosplay

with its younger sister, paint PVC.

Rubber stretches and flexes,

mankind’s unnatural natural

sexual substitute of erotic euphemism –

its sheen is as flashy as it is fun;

loved by many for years,

a protective and fashionable coating.

Nylon tickles and soaks

up all our love (juices)

and enjoys as much fame

as Big Brother Rubber –

however, its delivery is more subtle

than Rubber’s infamous fetishism.

Spandex was born with a loaded

Name. Brother to Nylon, it lusts

and lavishes in incest,

the two inseparable –

fortunately all women wear them.

(Well, almost all.)

Neoprene lives large and expensive,

the successful business executive,

the patriarch of the family.

It warms our bodies –

sleek and smooth, it

depicts desire perfectly.

Cotton walks the path of a Nun,

tender and clean without bad rep.

Soft and gentle on tempered skin,

it invites, reminds us: sex

doesn’t always need to be rough –

old-fashioned can be in-fashion.

We all share my bed together.