Rachel Emily

I don't wear baby diapers, but would if they fit, if only because they seem more authentic. It's easier to get into a "little" mindset if the diaper seems real.

You're absolutely right. It's why I'm reluctant to talk about my incontinence at times. For instance, when my bedwetting patterns deviated wildly from the norm for a while and I woke up wet for something like 11 days straight. (Something I haven't repeated since).

Context, I think. It was done for a citywide

I'm not completely convinced. I do have some regressive tendencies--I like pacifiers, bottles and plushies, after all--but I have been sexually aroused by diapers from the moment I was

I've endured far more discrimination being trans, leading to the loss of one job and one I was forced to quit (I wasn't permitted to use the ladies' room). I've had to put up with namecalling, being told I ought to be shot, and being felt up

As I've no doubt mentioned before, I had several accidents in fourth grade, mostly pee but I might have pooped also.

I consider snow that stuff my wheelchair gets stuck in when I run errands. It's an obstacle, it's a nuisance, and I run the risk of being stranded when I get stuck. Then, I have to wait for the odd passerby to get me loose. It's pretty to look at, though, just as long as I'm inside and it's outside.

I don't wear a watch--sensory thing. The feeling of it on my wrist just drives me nuts. Not only that, the last two watches I owned stopped functioning within two weeks of my buying them. I even replaced the battery of one, and it still died on me. I suppose I should have expected that, as they were cheap watches to begin with. (You really do get what you pay for). As with other people here, I find it just as convenient to use my cell phone or tablet, so

The squiggles were a little different from his drawings of Popeye characters and such,

Which so far has never been awarded, since no one ever turns in their dissertation.

I had to read that first sentence several times to figure out what you really meant. When you said "I never ever missed either of them", I assumed at first you meant

Just call me "Heat Miser"--I love the sun. Heck, if I had money for a plane ticket, I'd head to Hawaii to look for Section 8 housing.

I think the person who posted that might have mislabeled it--it's not the first season. I know because Howdy Doody looked different at first, almost like Mortimer Snerd. They quickly decided on a more appealing design by an artist from the Disney studio. I think they explained the change by saying the Howdy had had plastic surgery.

You might find this incredible, but I've heard of Muffin the Mule. I ran across the show when I was researching the history of BBC television (I'm fascinated by early TV, and the BBC had some of the earliest).

I don't know...it's not as malicious as the "1000 Ways To Die" segment, but it's not much better, either. At one point the narrator refers to the guy's desire as "twisted."

#6 sounds somewhat defensive, as if the ones for whom diapers aren't a fetish are embarrassed by the fetishists and are attempting to distance themselves. Otherwise, I rather like the list.

Hoping for the best, Repaid. With any luck, they got it early enough.

I kind of figured yesterday everything was one key over--I've done the same thing myself, since I also touch-type. (Have to remember to find the home row first).I got as far as "You should have known...." , but the rest proved too challenging, probably because I'm unfamiliar with Megamonster or Wetville. It was fun trying, though.

I did it the other way around--when I moved out of my parents' house at age thirty (I stayed home during college), one of the first things I did was indulge my desire for diapers, wearing them for the first time since I was potty-trained. Ironically, I was more comfortable with the idea of liking diapers than of transitioning, and it took a nervous breakdown three years later before I came to accept I was trans. I at first thought I was a crossdresser, and went down that path for four years before I, like you, became frustrated about living a double life--I'd change back into my boy clothes anytime I knew someone would come over,

Unfortunately, I have none of the stuffed animals/dolls or other toys that I played with in childhood--they were either thrown out, sold or they were simply worn out. Sometimes they'd be "lost", a word I put in quotes because I think my folks might have been behind the disappearance of some of them.

BabyJune, my heart's breaking. I want that dress desperately, and there's no way I could make something like that. I know--I've tried operating a sewing machine, and it's all I can do to keep the stitches in a straight line.