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    • Hey! I've looked at some of your rps on the feed and I like your style! I'm definitely open to be a dom in an rp! 
    • “Yeah whatever!” She said putting her seat belt on.. As she didn’t see Eileen as being her friend.. Kayla rolled her eyes as was this a real question do you need your diaper changed.. ”Shopping I don’t wanna go shopping!” Kayla cried as she didn’t wanna be out in public… What if someone sees What if someone hears  Kayla just wanted to go home but she knew the days of getting her way were over!  
    • The heat is on. Our “Bureau Of Meteorology” (colloquially referred to as “The BoM” despite them bizarrely squandering a quarter of a million taxpayer dollars trying to convince the public to call them “The Bureau” instead) issued a “Severe Heatwave” warning for our region across this week and into the weekend.   The unrelenting heat and humidity has been peppered with near-daily spicy thunderstorms featuring yard-rearranging winds and large hail. The BoM helpfully provide “Safety Advice” to cope with heat (for the hail, you just hide).  Allow me to quote: Severe heatwaves can be dangerous for many people, especially older people, babies, children, pregnant and breastfeeding women, people with medical conditions and people who are unwell. Seek a place to keep cool, such as your home, a library, community centre or shopping centre. Close your windows and draw blinds, curtains or awnings early in the day to keep the heat out of your home. If available, use fans or air-conditioners to keep cool. Their failure to identify “people in nappies” as one of the elevated-risk groups in my opinion reflects an egregious lapse in public safety.  Nappies are for heat discomfort as vodka is for quality teenage life decisions: awesome just as long as it’s the negative outcome you’re seeking. Whilst temperatures aren’t that high by Venusian standards (most days this week will be between 33C and 35C) there are a number of aggravating factors that make these modest numbers tough to deal with. For a start, they are accompanied by oppressive humidity with dew points often exceeding 25C. Then there is the sustained periods of the day that remain at high temperatures.  It’s frequently already north of 30C by 9am and likely to remain above 30C until well after dinner.  Add to this there’s the inconvenient fact that it doesn’t cool down that much at night.  During a heat wave, it is common for much (or even ALL) of the night to remain above 27C Naturally, I’ve been spending this heatwave trying to complete some temporary repairs on a rot/termite affected external staircase.  At this time of year I suspect this kind of work would suck for anybody but I’d have to say, doing it in nappies takes it to a whole new Dantean level of hell. Initially believing that getting some work done “before it gets too hot” was the answer, I’d tried working on it during the morning.  Unfortunately the deck served by these stairs faces north east and the full fury of morning sun.  By 10am I could no longer allow my bare skin to touch the deck surface.  Out of a sense of morbid curiosity, I pointed my infrared thermo-gun at the boards I was attempting to kneel on: 60C Days WILL cool down eventually but history suggests early May. Cloth nappies are the worst, invented as they were in cold climates.  Bulky, movement-limiting and tight, thick pee-damp toweling and pins are a superb insulator locked behind air-sealed plastic pants.  Naturally works occurred on a day where I’d rostered myself into cloth.  Just the ticket for performing yard work in a steam oven. The most sensible thing to have done would have been to do this job in what passes for “winter” here.  I guess that didn’t happen because I was painting the house during “winter” because the mere thought of attempting it in summer would have me sprouting skin cancers like mildew on a fortnight-old banana. The second-most sensible thing to do would be to take off my nappy and work in lighter grown-up pants. So why don’t I do this? I’m honestly not sure. I could rationalise that it would be too inconvenient NOT to be in a nappy.  My bladder, long-unused to holding anything has a very short cruise range these days.  But, rationalising further, working outdoors in these temperatures you’re lucky to pee anything anyway.  Come changing time I’ve been mildly shocked at how underutilised some of those nappies have been, at best damp rather than wet and probably much of that sweat.  Even if I decided to just allow myself to pee freely in my shorts I’d still probably be dry by the time I came back indoors and after a couple of hours of outdoor light construction work in this heat, those shorts are going straight to the washing machine anyway.  They practically crawl there on their own. Perhaps there is my beloved.  If she caught me NOT wearing a nappy it would inevitably re-ignite dormant battles to have me out of them permanently.  I’d spend the next month under siege as I attempted to re-capture the nappy-wearing territory that I’d foolishly wavered in occupying.  That’s life with a non-supportive spouse. No, it was none of those reasons.  I choose to stay in nappies because the drive to do so is stronger than my reason and discomfort.  And so instead I sweated and chafed in hot, thick cloth nappies damp with dark, dehydrated pee.  A thick, heavy bag of misery swinging between my legs, sagging constantly with my work-contortions forcing me to haul the sodden thing back up to my hips periodically whilst contemplating the possibility of thermal runaway occurring in my underwear.  Thusly I sought my relaxation and comfort. Yes, that makes total sense.  How weird is all of this and how deep is it baked in?  Still, the complaining is slightly cathartic and I didn’t get a rash. I checked the numbers on my chronicle today.  2500 nights wearing nappies.  Little wonder I wet the bed.  I’d be more surprised if I didn’t.
    • Annie was waiting for Kayla already and noticed Eileen, “you seem to have a friend in the class,” she said when Kayla sat down on the passenger seat. They drove off, and Annie asked Kayla, “do you need a diaper change, or can we go to the shopping center first? We should go shopping.” Kayla didn’t have any idea about the upcoming shopping; it should become another embarrassing experience.
    • Thank you, definitely more to come.  Thankyou  
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