My first memory of a glove incident is a mental picture of a woman ( probabily my birth mother- I was adopted at 5 day's old.) standing over me, fully dressed with black kid gloves on fondling my privates.At about 6 or 7 years of age, I discovered mom's rubber gloves and started sneaking them to bed, every once in awhile. Later on, I'd say about 8 I was found out by my mom when I tried sneaking them back under the kitchen sink. Then my dad started teasing me, calling me "rubber glove Johnny". "OHhhh, no". thought I. "I won't be stuck with that handle." So, I became MUCH more cautious about my actions.

It was about this time that the movie,"Gilda" with Rita Hayworth came out. I became totally infatuated with her doing the "Put The Blame On Mame" number in the film, wearing what looked to be long black Kid gloves. (I think they really were satin,no matter.) I found a new endeaver to indulge in. My third grade teacher, Miss Cole wore her Kid gloves at recess& I always made myself available to walk next to her holding her gloved hand. They were so soft and smooth, and she WAS so pretty too. The next summer she got married and left school for greener pastures. (How dare she. Sad day when I found out.)

Now, I was becoming aware just how available gloves were at home. Not only did my mother have some but whenever my parents would have company over, that would be the first thing my eye's would search out & I would score at every given opportunity. I vividly remember one evening when a couple came for dinner and then after they all played bridge. When they were well under way, I announced I was on my way upstairs to do my homework. I did go upstairs, but I immediately went to the room where the coats hats and purses were. There was this wonderful short pair of black gloves that had white stiching and creamy soft. It was a fun evening for me and the gloves. They felt wonderful on my privates even though I was not to the point of puberty yet. It was this point in my life that I mastered putting gloves back in the same exact way that I found them. An art which would come in very handy later on in life.

I started collecting in my teens & haven't stopped yet. My collection balances somewhere around 200 pairs depending upon what I discard or acquire. All are leather with a few exceptions but that's rare. It is now more of a challenge to try and find good conditioned pairs in ladies consignment shops, and thrift shops as they just aren't in fashon as they used to be. When your'e a kid, any size wlll fit. but as you get older, you , of course are more limited. Luckily I'm a 7 and 1/2 now so it's not that difficult for me.

I've been married and divorced 3 times. # 2 and 3 were compatible. But now Though not married,yet, I am HEAVILY ensconced with the best main squeased significant other I've ever had in my life. And chances are that we'll be happily engloved ever after, one day at a time. We've lived together since 1991 and it keeps getting better and better.

I have many glove stories, but here is one from the 60's. I am a musician and play alot of piano, sing,and compose. At that time (Mid l967) I was playing at a very elegant restaurant that really should have been in Bel Aire, (near Beverly Hills) but it was in East Los Angeles. One rather quiet night two gals walked in. It was in the fall or winter and they had coats on. One was good looking to me than for obvious reasons. There, at the end of those sleeve's were black kid glove covered hands. And when she removed her coat, the gloves went up past her elbow. It was all I could do to be cool but I managed, somehow. (Later on I found that those gloves belonged to her sister, which was also a turn on.) They sat in the very center of the piano bar and by the end of the evening they were sitting right next to me on my right side. It came time to go and also time for her to put those gloves back on. I made sure to invite her back. The next week she did. We became closer through conversation that night, and I told her that kid gloves were a sexual turn on. She was interested in learning more. It also came out that I was very fond of pork chops. At this point, I found out she was a vegetarian and had never eaten any. Well. Over time one thing led to another and one evening she invited me after work to her place for pork chops and a special desert of kid gloves and sex. It resulted in a relationship that could have resulted in my second marriage but it didn't.

Segue to 1974; I had recently married my 3rd wife, and we were at the laundramat doing our laundry .This is in a completely different area of Los Angeles County. I look up and recognize this person out of my past doing HER laundry. I could'nt believe it. But it WAS her. She was living with a bass player who was in a rock band. That's the last time I ever saw her. But I'll never forget the last thing she asked me. "Are you still into pork chops and kid gloves?" There was ONLY one answer. "Of course."

I really think that most (if not all) of us gloverly people are a very creative bunch.And that there are alot more of us out there than one would suspect. Definately. I really feel ( ahhhh yes, that word "feel") that a book of True bio's and experiences would help people who are out there wondering around unaware, to find us and increase the growth of our community. (But, of course, the names are changed to protect the incidences.)

You know what I'd really love to see happen is a movie from Hollywood in which there is a section where someone finds the sites on the net, like yours and gloves 2000 etc. Now, THAT'S promotion. Of course the ideal setup would be a female who already is naturally into gloves, preferrably leather, (ahem!) educating her friend by showing him the sites on the net.