Kanji

Man... You act like I'm out to destroy everything or something... Just give me some crayons and I'll color on the wall like a good bad girl.

Eh, Iaijutsu is kinda messed up. Dueling is pretty fun, and I knew there were still swordsmen in the world. I'm an archer though.

You mean like this can of kerosene?

Oh no, I'm still a baby. I just like black.

Besides theres a very good chance that I would rig the bounce to go through the roof. Baby bounce... OF DOOM!

Man this nursery is too... Nurseryish... Wheres the Led Zepplin posters?

Look I'm not going to 'burn the place down.' I'm just going to do some creative remodeling... Yea thats it, remodeling.

*Plays with her lighter* I can make em leave.

We could just steal new furniture!

I don't think there is any Lillian Insurance... At least that I know of.

No Punishments! Really! *burns down house and does an assortment of other naughty things that would otherwise get her spanked.* I love causing chaos without ramifications hindering my success.

Something soemething Sunshine.

Reminescent - Saturday comes fast Animated cartoons lost Lamenting Batman

Life has been fair, I've almost got to the point where my bird can say "No, I don't believe you." And "You're lying." So that when people call him a pretty bird he'll say those things. Yes I'm twisted... I've also been working on reviving a card game in Idaho, and I've been fairly successful, which means I get to be one of the Headline Players in Idaho! Squeee! Anyway its saturday and saturday always reminds me of the old days... I miss saturday morning cartoons.

Oh darn he posted, I was going to go off on some whimsical tale about him being tied up in the trunk of my car.

Good Side: It'll all be cool... Bad Side: The river is running pretty high this year, they probably wouldn't find the body. Yes I know I did the joke, but I like messing with success stories cause I'm a jerk... Or something.

Chapter 4 There was something slightly hollowing about the fact that she had begun to take a lot for granted when she had decided that wearing diapers full time was right for her. Somehow she had just never noticed the subtle changes to her life that allowed her some freedoms and some restraints. Recent events had caused Elise Farmer to reflect about everything she had subconsciously done to make her life in diapers a little more bearable. What stood out most in her mind was the fact that she had never given the toilet any thought, it was there but like anything inanimate it just escaped her notice unless she stubbed her toe on it. On the flip side she began to think more cautiously about her clothing styles, she wasn’t able to realistically wear short skirts or tight pants and shorts. Not that Elle was prone to wearing anything more sophisticated than a tee shirt and jeans. Standing in front of the mirror in just a diaper and a bra, Elle faintly noticed that she wet as she probed her gaze perplexedly. Behind those green eyes that stared back at her vacantly was an athletic looking girl, a thin lithe frame that had been toned by years of fitness. At first glance she supposed someone would think her graceful and charismatic like many of her more shallow minded school mates pretended to be. However upon further inspection they would see the details carved into a stone body, innumerable strength hidden behind peach scented, baby soft skin. Ceasing her clinical examination of her own body, Elle let the wet diaper drop to the tile floor of the bathroom and proceeded to unhook her bra. If she had been smart or aware enough she would have taken a moment to let the water in the shower run hot before taking off her clothes and exposing herself to the cold air. She wasn’t much in the position to care as she legged her way into the steaming stream and began to wash away the previous nights clinging filth. Among her diaper fetish was also something of a shower fetish, which could be seen visibly as she came alive in the warm jet. All of her senses piqued and she began to vigorously clean herself. Her mind became lost in the warmth only to emerge when she floated from the steaming maw. “I am a goddess! An Aphrodite among mortals, no girl can compare to my beauty.” She spun around on one heel convinced that if her friends saw her like this there would be a considerable amount of laughter. “Yes well the Goddess better come get a new diaper on before the Goddess has to scrub the floor.” Her mom had a twisted sense of parenting skills. ‘Then again, none of them are really that normal.’ Elle conceded heading into her room and expertly diapering herself before putting on the mornings clothing. Her previous luster from the shower wore off and she walked lethargically into the kitchen and put a couple of slices of bread in the toaster before digging through fridge. It was amazing to her how well toast, cold hot dogs, and root beer went together at breakfast time. As well it amused her to see her mother making faces behind her coffee every time she looked up at her daughters eating habits. She was a no nonsense business woman who had long ago given up her dreams to support a family, and thusly had tempered herself into something that would give Andrea a run for her money in the arena of sarcasm. Her father however had dreams enough for the both of them, and often spent time in his study amidst old trophies and scattered papers. “Honey? Do you have any plans for after school?” Mrs. Farmer had learned a while ago to confront her daughter’s despondence head on. Looking up from her toast, Elle thought for a moment. “Yea… I invited a friend over after school.” “Oh? Is it that Cult boy?” She gave a stern warning look to her daughter as if it had a chance of affecting the young girl. “Peter? No, it’s the new girl. Her name is Andrea.” Elle answered before taking a bite of a hot dog. Mrs. Farmer’s interest was piqued. “What makes this Andrea so special that she’s part of your group?” “Hmmm… She’s an erm…” Elle was finding it decidedly hard to identify her friend without someone to tell her the actual term. “Trans... Transgender.” “Ah yes, the one that has been all over the news, I’d very much like to meet her tonight. Do you think she would like to stay for dinner?” “I don’t know mom, I just asked her to come over.” “Fair enough.” She answered pertly. “Please try and ask her though. And dear?” “Yea mom?” Elle was grabbing her backpack getting ready to head out the door. “Please don’t forget.” Being in her senior year of high school, Elle exemplified the outcast role by not having a car. Kuna was a farming community, as such it became necessary for teens to learn to drive at an early age if they were going to establish any independence from their parents. It wasn’t that Elle was somehow exempt from loathing her parents as social risks, just that she lived close enough to the school to walk. As well her interests outside of school were some what contained, diapers being a mobile experience and her others being seasonal. During said season she was able to coax her parents for use of one of the family cars, usually her fathers as he practically never left the house any way. As anybody who knew anything about her might have guessed, Elle walked oblivious to the procession of students around her. They wouldn’t have it any other way, as they knew that if Elle was interested in them it would most likely mean bodily harm in some form or another. They were also too caught up in the thundering rumors surrounding the cross dresser that had just arrived at their school yesterday, it seemed that her name wasn’t far from anybodies lips, geek to jock everybody was talking about Andrea. Not since Infinity’s coming to the school had there been so much speculation by the student body, it probably didn’t help that Andrea had already been shown in the nightly news as some kind of deviant. Andrea’s car keys dangled at the end of her index finger dancing as she walked toward the school, her mind wrapping around the previous nights experience. She nearly passed Elle up who was walking at her own pace; however she came out of her own thoughts as she nearly bumped into the girl wearing the Def Leopard t-shirt and black carpenters’ pants. Her fishnet arm socks were gone, replaced by a myriad of multi colored plastic bracelets on each wrist. In a comparative was completely different, preferring cute clothing over casual. She wore a sleeveless white top with a picture of Tinkerbelle on the front, as well as a brown pleated skirt with long white socks and red sneakers. “Hey Elle.” Andrea hoisted her backpack as she matched pace with the other girl. She was of course met with an awkward silence. “Elle?” “Huh? Oh hey Andrea, sorry I didn’t see you there.” She smiled. “Still coming over today?” “No.” “Oh.” Elle sank back into her own reality. “Elle?” Andrea asked when she didn’t get any more of an answer. “Elle I was just kidding I am coming over later.” Elle looked over to Andrea with a blank expression. “Oh, that’s good. Sorry, I’m just a bit tired.” Andrea rolled her eyes. “So am I. I had the weirdest dream last night, and I can’t seem to shake it. Hell, I can’t even properly explain everything that happened in it, it was just so surreal.” “Really, I had a dream that I was eating tacos last night and a giant moth attacked me, so I became a super hero and kicked his butt.” “I’ll make sure to keep you in mind next time a giant moth attacks me.” Andrea mused. “I see you two have decided to take leave of your mental faculties in order to encompass a insane ideal. Perhaps I was wrong to accept such unbalanced comrades.” Faye stood at the door of the school, with a half smoked cigarette in one hand and a closed book in the other. At her feet was her opened backpack in which she put the book. “What’s she saying? I don’t speak any other languages.” Elle asked without the faintest hint of jest. Andrea cast a look trying hard to decide if her friend was joking or not then decided to take another path entirely. “We were just talking about dreams Faye, Elle was talking about her fascination with eating tacos and fighting giant moths.” “Ah yes the culmination of junk food and Godzilla movies are often lost to me.” Faye threw her cigarette on the ground and stomped it out before lifting her backpack around her shoulders. Much like Elle she wore mostly black though she was a bit more decorated, her black Ramones’ sweatshirt decorated with a myriad of safety pins, as well around her wrists were studded bracelets and her neck held a choker with an iron cross. “Anyway, if I’m correct in my assumption, the bell should be ringing within a couple of minutes. I would suggest that we make haste to our homeroom before the hall monitor decides to chastise us for no particular reason.” “Our hall monitor is a bitch…” Elle breathed angrily before becoming listless again. “Yes well, there is really not much else for a fifty something widow to do then prey on the unsuspecting youth that she thinks is going to lead our great country into an age of apocalyptic chaos.” Talk would have turned to politics, but before they could get any further in the conversation the bell set off its loud call like Faye had predicted. Melding into the crowd of late students, the three girls made it down the hall to their class that used to be a janitors room. Everyone was there and sitting oddly enough in different desks, though Andrea supposed it made sense that Mr. Perish wasn’t much for order. Taking their seats they pulled out their science books as Les walked into the room running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair and looking over the room with a certain satisfaction. He greeted everyone in a friendly manner and started the lesson in a no nonsense fashion. The second day of school, much like the first drug on for what seemed like eternity, Andrea just couldn’t wait to get out and finally have some social interaction for the first time in three months. Unlike the first day however, there were no experiences with other students between classes, and Andrea wasn’t as paranoid as she should have been. She knew that wherever she went there were going to be enemies, people who didn’t understand and didn’t want to understand. However she didn’t have enough time in her short life span to worry constantly about them, she wasn’t going to spend her time going from battle to battle. As they finally left the school grounds with backpacks heavier than when they had arrived, Andrea faintly realized that she had her car keys twirling around her index finger again. She liked driving, almost as much as she did cooking. It wasn’t that she was big into street racing or anything, just that being behind the wheel was an exercise in letting go of all worries while maintaining awareness. She had worked hard to get her car, and had landed a good price on a nineteen ninety five Honda civic. Of course she had to drive it with a bit more caution than usual because her new driver’s license hadn’t even arrived yet. “Where’s your car, I’ll follow you to your house.” Andrea put her key in the door of the little red civic. “Don’t have one.” Elle shrugged. “Oh, well get in and you can show me to your house.” “Alright… But there better not be any wannabe music in there.” Elle pointed to her shirt. “I don’t wear these only because I’m a fashion disaster.” “It’s alright Elle, I’m an avid fan of classic rock, though right now one of my alternative bands are in the cd player.” Andrea climbed into the car and started it to the lyrical qualities of a rather unknown band. As it turned out the music preference didn’t much matter as the ride to Elle’s house was a bit shorter than one song could chronicle. Andrea was led into an orderly domain kept in tact with clean surfaces and little to no clutter. She would have commented if she hadn’t of had the foresight that Elle was currently off in her own world. In their short time as friends Andrea was quickly learning that she would have to not only practice patience with Elle, but practically exude it. Making way down a hallway they found themselves in Elle’s room which was characteristically decorated with old concert posters from various rock bands. Despite her daunting interest in classic rock, Andrea’s eyes were drawn to a Winter Olympics poster from 2002. It displayed the woman’s figure skating competition, a mural of familiar faces from the events. It was a surprising twist of character for Elle to be interested in anything but loud old music and generally being oblivious to the rest of the world. “I’ve got to go change.” Elle said in a matter of fact term, grabbing a diaper from the top of her dresser and heading into the hallway. “Make yourself at home. Oh, by the way, would you like to stay for dinner tonight?” “Yes, I would like that very much.” Andrea smiled sitting on the disarrayed bed. “Thanks for inviting me over Elle.” “Huh… Oh yea, no problem.” She disappeared down the hallway.

Restless Another night of not sleeping, I'm on a short road to breaking down and falling asleep for two days again.

Actually unsurprisingly I've seen this, I've never really explored it and just thought it was somehow linked to Transgender or Transsexual. Its actually pretty cool, though in a way its not a fetish I'd be able to participate in. Problem being that I don't often translate desire through picture, though I do enjoy a good manga of any type.

Well to insinuate that there is a cure for AB/DL is also insinuating that AB/DL is some kind of virus or disease. Which in my opinion is just stupid thinking. First of all, AB/DL isn't something to be feared, its just a kink like being into bondage, S&M or any other fetish. To say any different is just deriving it off your own values and morals, basically speaking up for it. Now of course we're a bit different as far as kinks go, we have a unnatural need to justify it to others, to bring people in on our establishment so that we can enjoy it more. Unlike being tied up or spanked, diapers are most enjoyed at moments in time that do not involve sexual intercourse or alone time. Second of all, theres no need to cure anything, go by the old saying: If it aint broke, don't fix it. We're not broken, we're just people.

Oakland

No man I really need some, I got a drivers test coming up and I'm super nervous and such... Oh well, Pipsqueek is an antismoke enthusiast? Pity... Truth vs. Kanji take 1 Truth: Smoking kills! Kanji: Yea... So does time and fast moving vehicals. Truth: There are trace amounts of amonia in cigarettes, which can also be found in urine. Kanji: *Takes a puff* Good I can lick a urinal if I run out of smokes... Truth: Hundreds of people are admitted to hospitals each day because of second hand smoke. Kanji: Tell them not to stand so close... Perhaps you know... Stop reading the news paper over my shoulder. Truth: You're polluting our air. Kanji: More than the cars, the factories, the cows, and housewives standing on the doorsteps spraying their airisol cans in the air? Truth: *Grumbles and walks off* Sorry. ^^ I'm a fan of free speech and all, but not when it involves my ravenous craving for cancerous sticks of death.

No no no... I wouldn't want to deal with the ramifications of knowing that I caused a rash of canabalism. The point is to destroy the body as much as possible, or leave it in a place that no living soul could possibly go.

I don't know, probably why people care about stand up comics and or other such public speakers. Because while my rambling ways may seem entirely off key. They more often than not offer some truth of some sorts to the conversation. Lets say that for one instant that I was totally serious, theoretically what I would have been saying was to avert ones gaze from the base subject in order to sate the item in question. In the professional sports arena and even in many school gym classes this phenomena is often called 'Walking it off.' In which physical pain is replaced by the continuous action of walking, in order to walk through the pain, one must focus on said walking thus causing the synapses to avert from psychological innate programming. Theological beliefs had nothing to do with my statement other than pure tongue in cheek humor. Think, the Marx brothers or Lewis Black... A cynical backward look on what I just said, a offshoot of my original base thought. Besides who said that I have to be encouraging, where is it written that I have to be nice to everyone I meet? I understand that the rules tend to be along the basis of being respectful and tolerant... But thats about it. Sure I'll be civil, I'm not just going to write something so anti-community in every thread that it'll mark me as someone who gives grief. But I'm not going to sugar coat my shit and pass it off as cake either. Honestly I think that its a useless endevour, sure someone can quit smoking or stop having sex, but to be honest those people tend to obsess about it even if they are successful. Sure it might not be "Hey I'd like a cigarette." Or "Damn I'd tap that like green mana." Nerd humor aside, they tend to be more along the lines of "Smoking is wrong, I must keep smoke away from me." or "I will not be tempted by the flesh, I will maintain vigillance in my assault on human nature." Its basically the same thing, diapers present an instinctual possibility to transcend the norm, to get a feeling that isn't easily obtained by any other mean. It doesn't matter what is derived from it, just that it happens to be something worthwhile to the baser instincts. But whatever, if you want to go for it, then go for it. Don't tell us about it, as I said I wouldn't consult my butcher about converting to veganism. It might not be the best allusion to the idea, but it works well enough for what I'm trying to get across. By the way, I find it funny that you mentioned transgender in your oh so deplorable poke at my manifestation of fun. Cute, but not necissarily worhthwhile. If you had really wanted to get at me, you could have chosen a whole string of other adjectives that would have gotten my blood boiling. I mean honestly I could have a long list of describing words that would most likely offend some other Sothern California Residents as well as you, but for the sake of being born and raised to the ripe age of thirteen in Bakersfield then moving to San Francisco for some time more, I will keep it short in just calling you a Smog Breather, and laughing at you because your traffic is so horrid that the term Gridlock actually somewhat originated in Southern California. Now if you'll excuse me I've got some other threads to heartlessly murder, feel free to retort in the wittyest fashion that your self rightous skull sees fit, I'll be happy to have a verbal spar on your account since you feel so apt to try and amuse me with your attempt to quell my general visage.

Your list is feeble and altogether unencompassing of my varied kinks.