LilLila

I feel that enfant is right.

I think, as several people point out, I'll just have to try them and see.

So, today I have just received in the mail a sample pack of luxury diapers. To be precise: Bambino Bellissimo, Molicare Super plus, Abena X-Plus (M4, plastic backed), and a Delta Form M3.

Congratulations to Kari for discovering this. The clear step-by-step pictures make this easily the most informative folding page I've ever seen.

There must be more WA members of this site. Where are you all hiding?

If you once had faith in humanity, you must have grown up in a different town to me.

The people at any fetish party should be accepting of your kink. (If they're not, find a more accommodating fetish party.) I certainly have worn baby outfits and a diaper to such parties, and the worst reaction was vague amusement. You have to remember, though, that at such a party you are expected to be a grown-up in a diaper, and not engage in age-play or similar. That means you have to stand around, in your diaper, and talk about football, politics and the weather, while sipping your beer/wine/coffee/whatever. After a while, it all seems perfectly normal. Sometimes, too normal, since it is remarkably easy to forget that you're in a pink frilly dress talking to someone cased head to toe in latex.

It's really interesting how the 'debate' is split between those who argue for plastic pants as a safety device, and those who argue for plastic pants as a fashion accessory. Seeing as how ABDL manufacturers try to offer a range of pretty plastic pants (I have just ordered a pair in bright pink, which I'm hoping will arrive today), and sell them on their looks, not their function, I'm guessing that really most of the ABDL community likes plastic pants for the look and feel. Any safety features would, then, just be an added bonus. And to all those who argue for function over form: what colour/print are your plastic pants?

You only posted this to make people jealous. Well... it worked. I am jealous, and now I want you to move out of your house so I can have it. Or you can build me a playroom just like that. Your choice.

Best. Video. Ever.

*bump* Come on people. More of you must have blogs out there and want to promote them. ABDL related or not. At the moment, only four are listed. But that's a start. Read and, above all, comment. Bloggers like to get feedback. We're narcissists putting out every detail of our lives in the sure knowledge that you will find us interesting. Now it's your job to tell us how fascinating we are. The four so far are: mischa's blog curiositykilledthecat's blog MusicBABY180's blog Modestly last, my blog

Perth

If by normal you mean 'do most people go to sites like this?', then it is abnormal. If by normal you mean 'will people think I'm odd for liking/wearing diapers?' then it is abnormal. But so what? You are under no obligation to tell your friends about your fetish interests. In fact, I'd strongly discourage you from doing so. If you want to talk about 'this stuff' then do so here. You might just find a few others share your interest on a diaper-orientated site. As for guilt, well I don't usually feel guilty about things that haven't hurt anyone else, so I certainly don't feel shame for logging on here. And, by your own admission, your guilt isn't strong enough to keep you away. Perhaps you should see it less as 'guilt' and more as that tingly feeling you get from doing something ever so slightly naughty. Which is probably how you feel about it.

Thanks for the kind words. Hopefully chat or exchange words in forums.

Just realised that I never got round to posting an introduction. Located in Western Australia which is (in every sense) on the fringes of civilisation. Bit AB, bit DL, mostly just me. Looking forward to chatting, posting & keeping up with the gossip. xx

Labels can be inclusive -- "Oh, you're an X, so you're one of us" -- or exclusive "So, you're a Y, we don't like them round here". Every community needs some kind of label so they know who they are and how they differ from those who are not. I am a resident of a particular suburb, have a particular gender, have a particular taste for one sex or the other (or both), like certain things done to me in bed, etc. Using these labels is normal and essential. It's how we define ourselves. Some communities use labels in order to justify themselves, while others like to use a different label to exclude them. "You're gay, you're one of us." vs "You're homosexual, you need help." It is not that a community decides on a label, it is the label that creates the community. And, for a while, finding a community who seems to be like you gives you the sense of self-worth and power that you need to say: "I'm normal really, since there are others like me." But then it all starts to unravel, as the community cannot offer everything you need. Finding the gay community did not stop homophobia or the nagging doubts about whether or not liking the same sex is really okay in the eyes of God. But the community was once good, it seemed to be what you needed, so there must be something wrong with this particular community. Are we letting in the wrong people? Well, I don't like the Z's, so I now define my community to exclude them. And now I have a tighter definition of what it means to be 'one of us', I'm going to make sure that everyone else abides by my standards. Then perhaps I'll feel good about myself again. Bah! While it seems divisive (because it is) and unpleasant (because it is), I have a horrible feeling that it's human nature to do this. Almost every community ends up doing it, by labelling, relabelling, excluding, enforcing norms, etc. Bah again!

My blog. Just started it, so don't expect too much yet.

What sarah said (Post #7). I'd just like to add that some people with a particular interest or kink seem to believe that finding a special someone else is far too difficult. This is no different from the whiney teenager who believes that they are so unique that the world (and their parents) could never understand them. My other half isn't particularly into the whole diaper thing, but she plays along because it makes me happy and I don't ask for it too often. She has her own kinks, and I do my best to make her happy there. But, as sarah said, making a relationship work is about the boring little things, not the 'I-can-only-have-sex-with-a-statue-of-a-nun-looking-on' type thing. I try not to complain when my other half watches back-to-back episodes of some god awful cop show. She tries not to nag too often about the fact that I seem to be incapable of putting dirty clothes in the basket in the laundry. (Note that we try not to bitch. We do not always succeed.) My advice is not to worry about whether or not you'll find the perfect, completely compatible partner. You probably won't. No one else does. Just look for someone who you get on with, who you want to be with, and who you want to make love to. Everything else will sort itself out in its own sweet time.

I managed to make my first 'public' outing as a baby on Friday night. Admittedly, it was at a fetish party so no one was freaked out, but I was still nervous all the same. Pink frilly dress, specially made lockable plastic pants, so much padding that I had to waddle. Not surprising that I kept a firm hand on a beer and a cigarette to try and make myself look older!