VadersBabyGinger

Severe. When it happens, aint nothing I can do to stop it. I might get a warning that it is about to happen.

Don't be desperate. I know, that sounds hard. It is not the girls can smell desperation. I know I can't. Perspiration, yeah... but you get rid of that with a shower. My 3 step guide to guys and gals who want a romantic partner: 1.) Step One. Accept that we are all different, and what works for one person may not always work for you. Be flexible. 2.) Step Two. Once we accept the above, we must learn ourselves. In order to identify what will or will not work for us, we can either experiment, or we could learn ourselves, which gives us an idea of what will or will not work, and make the experimental phase go smoother. It is also important that you accept yourself as a single individual as whole and perfectly good and complete. 3.) Step Three: Now that we have learned a little about ourselves... Experiment some more. I don't mean experiment with weird kinky things or drugs, I mean with new experiences. Take Jimmy for example. Jimmy likes movies and dinners for nights out, rather it be with friends or on dates. Perhaps, one day, he will experiment by going to a concert or a play instead of movies. Take small steps out of your comfort zone, to help you widen your comfort zone. This has the benefit of helping you meet new people, as you have likely met the majority of people you will meet in your own comfort zone already. You gotta leave that to meet new people. You do not have to go, "Well I like movies and dinner.... so to get out of my comfort zone, I am going to go skydiving! I mean, if you want to do that, go do it, but small steps work just as well and are easier to take.

It also depends on your approach to relationships. To me, I do not give a shit about typical dating. I will not date someone. I want to get to know people, be friends with them. If, after a friendship develops it moves on, then that is that, but I do not pick people for the purposes of sexual partners, or romantic partners. Most of my friends find out pretty early on. I wear 24/7 by choice, I don't hide it. Note: I do not flaunt it either. IE, I wear clothes that look good despite the diapers, not to specifically hide and or show off the diapers. I also make an effort to not involve people in my thing who don't want to be involved. It is that part, about forcing involvement, that answers when I tell people.

I enjoy it a lot. Callia is a new toon because I got out for a while and wanted to start from the beginning. It is showing its age, but it is still a hell of a lot of fun.

Anyone here play the Secret World? If so, look me up on it. I am Callia, a member of the Illuminati. Would like a few buddies in the game, especially ones where I can be a little bit more myself with!

Penelope smiled, it was a calm calculated smile, a diplomats smile. She leaned closer, her hand moving to lightly rest of Elmthodrel's hand. "Are you a business first sort of girl, or a have fun, and maybe do business later type?" she asked, with that same trained smile, her free hand slowly unlacing the front of her gown, almost absent mindedly. She was thinking that this was going well, although she was nervous that this could also backfire on her. She was making a huge gamble, one that would anger more than a few if she pulled it off. She decided not to focus on that right now, she just wanted to have some fun with this new ally, and see if she was willing to play the game she'd need to play.

"I see you are already scheming," Penelope said, sitting down in the open seat, and taking the wine, "You are more like us then you think." She curled her legs up under her, tugging her dress up a bit to reveal her knees and the lower half of her legs, before she kicked off her shoes. She smiled after sipping the wine, to her it all tasted the same, "I have my own plans, but I think we rush things discussing them to soon, but I wish to remain regent when my father dies, and you may be able to help me there, and I am certain it would aid you greatly." She leaned in a little closer, sipping another long slip, "My experiences in the family have been limited to the palace more or less, I am not allowed out much, I tend to get in trouble, even pregnant," she said with a giggle, one of her feet moving towards the ambassadors leg, the toes tickling the leg a slight bit. "Tell me a little about yours?"

I tell anyone who needs to know. That list is very, very short. Everyone else, it aint their business. Now, if you are interested in seeing someone romantically, in my opinion, they are on the need to know list. Everytime I am with someone, and I think it might even go somewhere close to romantic or long term, I let them know up front simply to avoid hurt feelings later when we have grown attached. I prefer it this way because less feelings get hurt this way when the other person splits. This comes from the most important element of adulthood though, the ability to be happy and content alone. If you can not find happiness and contentment alone, you really need to figure out why. That is the first step, and will help you find a cool acceptance of yourself, and give you the patience to seek the person who will accept you. I truly believe we all have a match out there. We just have to learn to be happy by ourselves, in order to weather the journey to find that person.

I put myself in diapers 24/7 so yeah, in public. Aint no one noticed yet so...

I never put much thought into it. When I went a period without diapers, I was fine. Going back into diapers felt like coming home to me. Sure I can survive and not even think about them, but when I come back to them, it just clicks.

Take a look at my Distant Lights. It is still in being posted with an update coming soon, but the diapers in it are not key to the plot at all. (In fact you could lift them from it quite easily with just a few minor rewrites.)

Penelope while shocked, was surprised to see a woman here. The incident in the hallway long forgotten as one of her many run ins with the lower classes, but it slowly came back to her as she stepped inside the module. She was going to let the faux pas from earlier pass though, she was interested in experiencing this outsider, and maybe sparking up some scandal. As much as she hated the outcome of her last scandal, she loved being a fly in the soup more than

Yeah, its weird... but that doesn't mean it is a bad thing, it just means I wouldn't do it. Weird is the response someone gets when they are not sure if it is ok or not, but it is nothing something they see themselves doing immediately.

I once spoke to a woman. During the 50's, on long car rides, her husband would require her to wear absorbent pants, because he didn't want to stop.