Rachel Emily

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 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

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

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.

Me too. I'm sure the two glasses of wine, and the glass of champagne, had a lot to do with it.

From childhood on, I've gone through periods of constipation, followed by periods of diarrhea. I've never really understood why, since it seems to be unrelated to what I eat. Anyway, when I was about ten, I had a series of pooping accidents in school and at home, and the cleanup was horrible (not to mention I got quite a chewing-out from my folks). I remember thinking even then that a diaper would have been useful. That, incidentally, was the week my dad planned a very ill-timed practical joke. He, without my noticing, stuffed a sock in the back of my pants and told me, "Check your pants. I think you messed yourself...." I sprinted to the bathroom at the fastest speed one can manage on crutches, only to see the sock drop out when I pulled my underwear down. For years after that, my mother wondered why I fell for such an obvious gag. If she'd remembered the accidents that week and how paranoid I was, it would have made sense to her. More recently, I had severe stomach cramps. I figured there was no way I could get my diaper off in time, so I just released and enjoyed a rare opportunity to mess. At first. I took the diaper off to discover the poop had run up and back

I had no cable from 2000 to 2010--when last I saw the channel in question it was called The History Channel, and it had respectable historical documentaries like David Halberstam's "The Fifties" and numerous ones about WWII: when I came back to it ten years later, it was simply "History," and I no longer recognized it. Why they continue to call it "History" puzzles me, unless they mean its best days are behind it.

What a coincidence! The same thing happened to mine.

Right now, I have overactive bladder, which is a form of incontinence to be sure. But I'd like to be closer to so-called "true" incontinence, in which I dribble a little bit steadily over a period of time rather than flood. I figure that would enable me to wet the bed consistently, nearly every night instead of just a couple of nights a week. I'd like to be able to sleep deeply, not continually awaken when I have the urge. (By "wetting the bed more often", I should clarify I want to

I like it. If we did video and audio, it would enable us to add a face (and a voice) to the name.