My pakamac and me

Stories and fantasies about rainwear.
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Macmann
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My pakamac and me

Post by Macmann » February 20th, 2017, 9:06 pm

For almost as long I can remember I have taken pleasure in smooth shiny fabrics, especially if they give off a smell, and in the sensation of wearing them. I was vaguely aware of this pleasure as a child, but I didn’t deliberately pursue it, because even then I felt somewhat inhibited, obscurely guilty about it.
I remember a wet day on holiday (I think I was about four) when I wore a white plastic mac. I think I was vaguely aware of its sensory qualities: I felt a little self-conscious wearing it, though (perhaps it made a rustling noise when I moved). My memory of wearing it is fragmentary and indistinct. But, as with all the feelings I describe here, any pleasure I experienced was tinged and offset by this slight (or severe) discomfort of self-consciousness. I don’t recall ever wearing the plastic mac again; the raincoat I remember wearing through most of my childhood was a gabardine, which was not a source of pleasure. I have a vague memory that I enjoyed wearing a cape at the barber’s, though I wouldn’t have admitted my enjoyment to myself, let alone anyone else.
I think I was about eleven when my mother bought me an anorak. It was brown, made of made of cotton, or some synthetic fibre, and the fabric was matte. It was warm and comfortable, being lined with synthetic fur. I liked wearing it. But, I suppose because of some waterproofing process or perhaps on account of the fur, it had a strange sweetish smell, which I found pleasant, if perhaps a little troubling, almost as if it was too nice. Perhaps the anorak taught me unconsciously to associate outerwear with pleasure; but it wasn’t a lesson I consciously accepted. Again, any pleasure was tinged with guilt.
But at my secondary school I had to come to terms with the pakamac. At my school we used, I think, to call them ‘plastic macs’, rather than ‘pakamacs’, though at this stage they were made more commonly of nylon than of plastic. That imprecision was to have consequences for me.
I didn’t have a pakamac at first: I don’t know why. I am sure I still had a gabardine raincoat and my mother presumably regarded that as sufficient, though it was obviously less convenient when the weather was warmer. If I’d asked for a pakamac, my parents would probably have bought me one, but I wasn’t in the habit of asking my parents for things, and I don’t recall ever wishing I had one. But I was aware of who wore one and who didn’t. I think I remember the idea that not to be bothered by rain was a sign of toughness and that it was a bit sissy to wear a mac, and I didn’t want to be thought a sissy (of course, that’s an offensive term, but it was the one that was used then). Some of the boys I travelled to school with did without any form of raincoat. I think I was afraid they would despise me if I wore one. (In retrospect, they probably would not have noticed or cared one way or the other.) There was one boy in my year who wore his pakamac a lot of the time, even when it wasn’t raining, and who was very good at sport, rugby especially. No one could have called him sissy. He wore his pakamac with a bit of style. But perhaps I was afraid that I couldn’t get away with what he could get away with. Anyway, as far as I was concerned, I didn’t want a pakamac. But perhaps in truth I did want one, or at least wondered what it would be like to have one, only I could not admit it to myself.
My thirteenth birthday fell in my second year of secondary school. It began very well. I was off school: it must have been a half-term. I went into town and bought an LP. I brought it back and played it. I was happy. But then my mother decided that the family should go on an outing to a nearby town. She didn’t have a definite objective in mind, I think. We set off and at some point it started to pour with rain. When we arrived it was too wet to wander vaguely about, so we sat in the bus station cafe until it was time to get the bus home. Not a very successful excursion: but it had a momentous result. At some stage my mother, who was in a bad mood, announced that I had to be bought a nylon raincoat. I didn’t know what she meant. There was a boy in the year above me who wore a smart raincoat, which I now suppose was of proofed cotton. I thought she might mean that. That would be fine, I thought. The point was that she didn’t say ‘plastic mac’ or even ‘pakamac’.
We broke the journey home at the school outfitters, and I immediately realized that by the nylon raincoat I was going to be issued with was what I would have inaccurately called a plastic mac. I may have protested but I knew it was pointless to do so, with my mother in that mood. I felt disappointed and embarrassed, perhaps let down, probably with the feeling ‘as usual’. I had no choice in the matter, except for the colour (blue or grey). I chose blue. I tried a mac on for size and the matter was settled. It was all handled very quickly: perhaps the shop was about to shut.
Perhaps if my mother had simply suggested that it would be a good idea for me to have a pakamac, and I had had at least the appearance of having a voice in the matter, things might have turned out differently. As it was, on my first day as a teenager I was being treated, I felt, like a child. I had been conscripted, against my will, into the pakamac brigade. I was not to know what that would lead to.
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Re: My pakamac and me 1

Post by Rives » February 20th, 2017, 11:12 pm

What a wonderful story. Beautifully told. And how so familiar; my own story was almost exactly the same. A pakamac at 13 when all the other boys had anoraks or cagoule. How I wanted to be like them. But no! My mother had already decided otherwise. Protests and tears followed but she was not to be turned.

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Re: My pakamac and me

Post by Macmann » February 21st, 2017, 6:47 am

Thanks for your comment. I'm glad you liked the story. It is strange how much one person's experiences can resemble another's.

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Re: My pakamac and me

Post by Rives » February 21st, 2017, 9:11 pm

A very similar experience to mine. With me the key event was me tearing a Peter Storm cagoule after I'd had it for barely a month or two. Attempts to "patch" it failed and eventually I was marched into the main school uniform outfitters for what I thought was a like for like replacement. How wrong was I?!

The cagoule were by passed and I was taken to the "proper macs". I was found a navy pakamac and told to put it on. I resisted but was practically buttoned up in it. I told my mother , who was in no mood for messing, that no way would I wear it, but I was told I'd be wearing it home there and then, and also to school the following Monday (it was half term also if I recall)

It was horrible - really old fashioned and childish. No one else wore one at school and I felt stupid and nerds wearing it. So I started to put it in my bag when I was around the corner, and reversed the process on the way home. Of course I was eventually found out... wet clothes in class and likewise when I got home. So my mother went to the extraordinary length of speaking to our next door neighbour who was also a History teacher in my school. She caught the same bus to school as the children in the village so it was arranged that I should walk to and from the bus stop with her and she would make sure I wore my pakamac when it rained. And that included the pakamac being buttoned to the neck. It was so embarrassing to be told to "put the mac on Howard" and "make sure you button it up properly".

So many memories. So many stories to recall!

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Re: My pakamac and me

Post by Macmann » February 22nd, 2017, 2:57 pm

It must have been more difficult for you because you were the only one wearing a pakamac. In my day it was not uncommon: I suppose about half the boys in my class wore one now and again, some quite often, and there was no obvious alternative like the cagoule.

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Re: My pakamac and me

Post by Rives » February 22nd, 2017, 7:16 pm

I think on reflection there was one other boy who wore it but for him it was all part of a Mod image. For me it was all part of wearing what I was told and to be sharp about it

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Re: My pakamac and me

Post by KlepperGuy » February 26th, 2017, 12:55 pm

Pakamacs and me............. I read the above and I was different, I wanted a Pakamac.........WHY ?
Because my Dad wore one, it was wonderful to walk with him in the rain wearing a Pakamac. to me it was a heavy smokey grey plastic that rustled as we walked along. At home when it was hung up, I would touch it, feel and smell it, it felt lovely.

When I got my own we were on holiday in Blackpool and the weather was shocking (strange now I appreciate a good downpour and a mack) What was going to be a summer holiday turned into a wet nightmare. Well Dad and I went off to Woolworths on the sea front and purchased our Pakamacs. Out we went into the rain fully macked up, dad wore his cap and me my school cap and short trousers. The macks served us well on our weeks holiday.......and even more so back home.
My liking for plastic macks grew and I developed a liking for other things clothes made of rubber lined materials, oilskins, pvc and rubber.
Well that was over 50 years ago, the passion has never diminished......... and when I close my eyes I can still see me and my dad in our macks and have pleasant thoughts of Blackpool.

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Re: My pakamac and me

Post by mspakamac » September 27th, 2017, 8:46 am

Actually, I don't particularly like talking about childhood simply because I much prefer to talk about life as an adult, but there were possibly three major events in my youth that helped the self-discovery of my loves. From about the age of 8, I became aware of a deep urge to be female, that I was born wrong. Around the same time, I became aware that I had a strange thing about macs. There had been incidents earlier than that age but I had no awareness of what I was doing.

When I was 12, my very first real chance to wear a plastic mac came on a very wet caravanning holiday. I was already fascinated by them and the people who wore them, but I'd never worn one. I was stuck indoors, because of continuous bad health as a child (and still suffer), for days on end. My mother kept me inside but I was bored out of my head, constantly pestering to go out. I had no raincoat so eventually she relented and out I went dressed in her cut down, yellow plastic mac. It was belted, buttoned to the neck and the matching plastic rain bonnet was tied over my head, tucked in to look like a hood. I spent one happy and fulfilling wet afternoon, especially when some boys taunted me with a girl's name. What with both my parents telling me I was to be called 'Susan' had I been the girl they always had wanted, I'm sure a psychiatrist could have a field day with that and the ladies plastic mac afternoon.

I was bought my own black plastic mac afterwards but although enjoyable to wear, they were never as good as when I could put on a ladies plastic or nylon mac.

The other 2 incidents were when it was spread about what wearing a plastic mac did for me and when I was discovered dressed as a woman wearing a nylon mac.
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Re: My pakamac and me

Post by pvclovering » October 14th, 2017, 9:35 pm

I was also was bought a black plastic mac on a wet day on holiday in the mid 1960s as a 9/10 year old. I often wore it when we got home, even playing out in it in dry weather. There was a girl a couple of doors away I used to go and play with . I would often go to her house wearing it. She liked to dance but I didn''t.She would grab my shoulders and shake me, telling me it was easy, all I had to do was shake myself! Eventually I joined in.
My love of plastic is still around. I have a PUL shiny black PVC mac I often wear either in the rain, or for "pleasure". I put it on and still shake! The girl is long gone though.

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