The love of my life was (deceased-automobile crash) a bisexual woman, brilliant bio-medical researcher. It took us a year to come out to each other, but what fun that was. She was terrified about becoming a mother and we only had sex during her menses. We never took photos.
We didn't wear diapers because that put an obstacle between what we did for each other. We were together for eight years until the day of her accident.
I have been in similar relationships, sharing what B. and I did, with other women (most but not all older than me), but she will always live on in my dreams. She taught the true sexual joy of bodily functions