It is the July 4th. weekend and I am alone. I live alone after years of a long term relationship. I am gay, but that is not linked to my love of diapers. I have been fascinated with pants wetting, desperation, and diapers for as long as I can remember. It probably has some sexual component to it, but I think it is more of a need for a sense of security that I had when life was simple and people took care of me. Now, I am the one that everyone depends on, taking care of people, attending to the need of others. Sometimes I just want an escape from that.