From YouTube: Shane Dawson Covers ABDL

From YouTuber Shane Dawson's channel: The Wierd Side of YouTube: Adult Babies: Shane's interview with BinkyPrincess. Shane has 9.7 million followers, so this is a pretty big bump for ABDL - we'll have to wait to see if that's good or bad. In the meantime, why do I suspect we'll be seeing this guy posing in Pampers pretty damn soon? 

Deleting Is Easy...

The game is called 'Three Truths and a Lie.'

You’ve probably heard of it. It’s commonly used as a team building exercise, often with a new job or a college class. There are different variations: four truths and a lie, two truths and a lie, truth or fiction. 

The idea is simple: you state a number of facts about yourself, one of which is a made-up falsehood. It’s up to you to try to fool those playing the game with you, and up to those playing to try to guess the lie from your body language, tone of voice, and other clues. 

I just played it during a video conference this week. I did pretty well - nobody believed someone actually live on a boat (truth), and they probably couldn’t envision a guy my size as a competitive swimmer in college (truth), but they all believed that I am a seasoned chef (totally false). 

Let’s play. Choose the lie. 

• "I have been the 'best man' at four weddings, and the 'man of honor' in one.”

• "In college, a professor once told me I was guaranteed an A and that I could stop coming to his class, because he'd seen me on TV during coverage on a homicide and felt that my experiences were worth more than anything he could teach me in class.” 

• "It took me two extra years to graduate college, because I was raising my friend's teenage son." 

• "A GED class teacher once stopped by my car and said she had to meet me, because she'd never had one person that three different students had written about in the 'My Hero' essay she assigned as a practice for the exam." 

If you noticed, I picked four things that, if true, might make me look pretty good. 

Some of you know me personally, so you probably already know the answer.

For the rest, I don't want to spoil it, so I'll tell you the answer at the end of this entry. 

I use the ‘Three Truths and a Lie’ example to illustrate a point. 

Over Memorial Day Weekend I got a series of text messages from a member of our community who reads my blog and had seen my number on the 'contact me' page. 

He was very upset, and needed someone in our community to talk to.

He said he had a few close friends he'd normally be able to talk to when he was upset, but they don't know about his love for diapers, and he was so upset he was afraid he would slip up and blurt out the word. 

I told him to call me. I listened as he talked. I'd actually heard different variations of his story before over the years, but let him get it all out instead of interrupting with some attempt at sage wisdom. 

Even as he and I were talking, I knew I'd be writing a blog entry about the topic. 

My new diaper bro was angry, hurt, and despondent all at the same time. He's told me that he’s a college student, and throughout this year had been communicating with another college student who is also a member of our community. The two go to school on opposite coasts, but both are returning to their hometown for the summer, and they had plans to meet and hopefully hang in Huggies this summer. 

That all changed this past Friday when li'l bro went on Facebook and found himself deleted by his friend.

At first he figured the kid was purging - first time going home to the fam after being away at college and all. He was disappointed, but felt like if he was patient the kid would eventually come around. 

But then he noticed something: he and his local diaper bro still had a number of 'mutual friends' on Facebook. 

A quick check of some other sites revealed that this wasn't a 'purge' - the kid had kept his accounts and a lot of his other ABDL friends, and had just unfriended one person across all the platforms. 

Upset and wondering what he's done to warrant that kind of treatment, my friend reached out on Facebook Messenger, and then on some other places. He texted, as well. His messages were being read, but not responded to. He was being frozen out, and he didn't know why. It was driving him crazy. 

Finally, the kid he'd hoped he'd get to bond with over ABDL finally texted him back. 

He simply asked him to stop messaging him. 

My friend texted back and said that he would, but he wanted to know what he had done to offend him. 

The answer? Go ask "Daddy ________."

That was where I came into the conversation. My new friend was waiting for an answer as to what this other person could possibly have to share regarding the whole situation, and had already been waiting a while. He was beginning to suspect he wasn't going to hear any more from him. 

He was venting to me, explaining that he barely knew this other person, a local daddy who he'd talked to online briefly during the fall semester. They had talked about meeting up during a break, but my new friend had gotten cold feet when he realized that the guy was going through his Facebook friends and adding some, including some of the 'vanilla' ones. He had set his friends to private, prompting the daddy to remark about it the next time they talked, something about "keeping secrets”. 

This kid wanted me to know that he hadn't flaked, but that he had told him he wasn't ready to meet. Secretly, he said, he knew he didn't want to meet the daddy anymore. He told me Daddy didn't take it well, sending a couple of nasty messages in the days that followed, including one threatening to tell other local ABDLs bad things. Now, he says, this guy had somehow inserted himself into what my friend expected was going to be a real friendship/relationship over the summer, and whatever he said had effectively ended it. 

The kid was upset.

"This guy doesn't even know me enough to be able to share anything bad about me!" he kept telling me. "He doesn't even KNOW me!" was the refrain. 

I did my best to calm him, and I shared some of my story with him. 

This actually happens to me on a fairly regular basis, and has been for the last decade or so. 

I’ve been deleted by friends in the ABDL community more than once. People who have sent in pics to my blog, done Q&A’s, and all that - just one day, gone from my friends list.

At first I figured it was some of my political rants, or something else I posted. 

At some point I realized it was more than that. 

It’s happened more than once. Just happened a few weeks ago, in fact. Again lol. 

Without going into so much detail that the names and places can be recognized, I'll try to explain... 

It all began about ten years ago. 

That was when I moved into a community that, on the surface, appeared to be filled with dope-ass diaperboys.

Before arriving I’d sent a bunch of messages out to people who looked like people I would want to meet. 

Then I sat back to wait.

I was excited! All of these profiles on the diaper sites couldn't be wrong: Cwis was about to meet some cool-ass people and have the time of his life! 

Woo hoo!

Except it wouldn't really work out that way. 

I got my first lesson into how the diaper cliques work pretty early in, when the first person replied to my message to ask me not to message him… and said I was going to get him in trouble. 

A bit perplexed, I responded in a way I wish I hadn’t: asking him if something was wrong with him, although not as nicely, 

He wrote back, and I could see he was very serious. He mentioned something about getting kicked out of the house if people found out that we talked, and I envisioned him being homeless simply because I had dared send a message suggesting we meet. What the fuck was going on? I didn't message him again, but figured this was a one-off. Surely there was just something wrong with this dude, right?

The second time someone told me he wasn't allowed to meet me, just a few days later, I was beginning to sense a pattern. 

Then someone told me that he wanted to meet me, but I had to swear I wouldn't tell anyone we had met, because his friends absolutely couldn't find out. 

Seriously? 

We did meet, for lunch in a nearby city. This is when I started to realize that there was an actual community, and that I was being frozen out of it for some reason. 

The year was 2006. I spent the rest of 2006, 2007, and 2008 meeting a select few people - almost always people who didn't seem to know anyone else in our community, people new to the area or just visiting. 

In 2007 I had been texting with and talking to a kid who would be moving to the area for college. He seemed like a nice kid, and he was adorable - as dope as anyone I've ever spoken with in our community. 

I figured our friendship would continue to evolve over time, so when he suggested we meet up I told him we should hold off. I told him it was too many miles for him to drive so late at night, but truthfully I had gotten a sense he was maybe still not ready to fully embrace his little side, and I didn't want to do anything to take advantage of his momentary eagerness. After all, I reasoned, there would be plenty of time, right? 

There wouldn't be, it turns out. He would get in with the local daddies a few weeks later, and our friendship would basically fall off. 

My first few years would be like this for me: reach out to people and get rejected. Or get told that we could meet, but it had to be a secret. I honestly wasn't sure which was worse. 

Through all of that I wondered what I had done to piss off these daddies so much. Nobody ever hit me up to tell me. They had never met me - really talked to me, even - but there was something about me that they didn’t like. I wondered what it was. 

I started my blog in November 2008. 

It didn't really start picking up readership for a while, but once it did I began to see a whole bunch of readers from my city in the analytics. 

People in my local community were reading it. 

They were reading stories about me growing up in diapers. They were reading about the big boy bucket, and abysitting sessions, and pampz-for-pay. They were reading all of my stuff and, I would soon find out, they were sharing it with each other. 

Some actually found themselves becoming fans of my blog, and eventually - against the wishes of their daddy masters - they started to hit me up. 

Some of the same people who had ignored my messages before, or had told me they didn't want to meet me, or had said that they wanted to but couldn't, actually began hitting me up asking if we could meet. 

Sometimes they simply emailed me from a random email address, introducing themselves by their real names, probably hoping I wouldn't realize that they were the same person whose diaper persona had responded rudely to me on a diaper site or blocked me somewhere. 

Other times they would just be straight up, telling me they had heard bad things about me before, usually from a source they didn’t seem to want to share, but felt like they had to get to know me personally after reading stuff that actually came directly from me. 

(See where I'm going with this?)

More than once I would hear from people who, having recently gotten into a battle of wills with a local daddy, had decided to finally hit me up. 

But it was too late. 

I knew that the messages I was getting from locals were, at least in some cases, nothing more than attempts to forge a friendship with me to get revenge for some shitty treatment at the hands of a diaper daddy. Hang out with the person they don’t like, and piss them off in the process. 

Part of me didn't want to be used like that, and part of me didn't want to do anything that would spoil their standing in the local community.

And, truth be told, I could never tell when the truth was being told. 

The kid who told me that he’d met all of the local folks but they’d decided they didn’t like him? We almost met, but didn’t when I realized there was something off about his profile - he specifically stated he didn’t want to talk to daddies and was strictly DL. I asked him about that, and he told me he hand’t updated his profile in a while. When he sent me a Facebook friend request a few years later I saw, among his friends, all of the people he’d said didn’t like him. I guess they’d come around… 

Another person told me he’d been trying to get in contact with me since he’d gotten into town but hadn’t been able to - for months, it seemed. Turns out he’d recently been kicked out of some daddy’s house after disobeying Daddy’s directives. He’d avoided conversation with me for so long because he’d not wanted to do anything to jeopardize his standing, but was willing to do whatever he needed to do to anger his daddy once it had been ruined. That, apparently, including meeting me. 

One person I met when he came to my city as a visitor wanted to continue our friendship once he moved there permanently. In talking, though, I realized that gaining acceptance among the local community was pretty high on his list of priorities, something which would require he be on good terms with the local daddies. I’d already told him that I wasn’t ‘in’, but he hadn’t quite gotten it, I guess. I told him that we should hold off on hanging out again until he’d met the people he was hoping to befriend, and take things from there. He was understandably offended, and hasn’t talked to me since lol. He did alright for himself, though - I saw a picture of him smooching with a diaper daddy not too much later.

And so it goes. 

Through the years my blog grew, and some of my blog entries touched people in different ways. Getting messages from people who had read something that connected with them was one of the best parts about writing this blog, and it was starting to happen more and more. Locals were no exception. There were times that what I can only imagine were amazing people from the local community would read my blog and feel compelled to hit me up, wanting to meet for coffee… wanting to be babysat… just wanting to meet. 

But for each person who appeared genuine, there was another person who appeared to be trying to strike up a friendship to avenge some slight from a local daddy. And for each one of them, there were two or three other people who would let me know that some local fuck was talking shit about me again. 

“Cwis is a friend collector - he doesn’t care about you, just adding you as a friend.” 

“If you meet Cwis he’ll make you take pictures for his blog.” 

And my favorite… 

“Cwis is anti-social, and doesn’t really care about building the community.” 

Seriously… what the fuck? The same people who did their best to freeze me out later alleging that I was the anti-social one. 

“I’ve never even met these people,” I would say. 

Sound familiar? It should. 

It was almost funny, sometimes. Except even while it was happening to me I’d be getting messages from my readers, from my friends, from my city and others. They were experiencing the same thing I was. And I knew that some of them weren’t lucky like me, with dozens of ABDLs flying in and out of their city every year - being frozen out of their communities meant being isolated, being alone. 

And that sucks. 

I learned a lot through the years. 

I eventually determined that I’d been frozen out of my local community because I had dared to reach out to individual members of the community one at a time. 

I’d actually messaged people in every state between New York and the state I’d eventually moved to before I embarked on my 2006 ‘road trip’. That had included a few people who were, it appears, under the control of a few of the diaper daddies in the city I’d eventually move to. This, it seems, was an unforgivable offense. 

Add to that the fact that I would eventually pay to put the kid I met in a nearby city on a bus to the Pacific Northwest. He’d been living with a daddy and “Daddy” was in the process of trying to move on to younger boys… he was afraid he’d be homeless soon, and he was tired of that life. He’d sworn to keep the bus ticket I bought him a secret (just as I’d been forced to promise to keep our lunch meeting a secret). Eventually, though, I think the word got out, and I’m guessing that didn’t help my standing much… 

But by then I didn’t care. Because I learned things about some of the people who’d decided I wasn’t a “good match” for their clique, and it wasn’t cool. Most of it was detailed when a local kid got kicked out of the house and, in a fit of anger, sent me messages with a shit ton of info I’d never known. Those messages between us were later reviewed when he eventually returned to live with his Daddy - fights don’t last forever, after all. Fearing that I might publish the details on my blog, one of the locals later tried to blackmail me - ironically, by threatening to out the college student I’d once been close with, the same one I hadn’t spoken with since he’d cliqued up. 

With friends like those… 

Through my own experiences, and from hearing from so many others going through the shit they were going through over the years, I learned quite a few things about our community. 

I learned that many cities have controlling diaper daddies. It certainly wasn’t unique to my own. He with the pool house makes the rules… and in some corners of our community, those rules will be followed, no matter how restrictive they are, because being excluded from the next pool party may just be the punishment. 

I learned, too, that the lure of being a part of a group of diaper boys is strong - so strong that ordinarily good people will lower their standards, will overlook all kinds of shit in order to belong. I can’t tell you how many times people from across the country have hit me up out of anger, exposing some disgusting shit happening in their own corner of the community in the hopes that I may broadcast it on my blog, only to eventually return to the cliques that disgusted them so much. 

In the end, we all just want to be accepted… we yearn to belong. Even if that means belonging to a clique lead by controlling diaper daddies who choose who gets to belong. 

Our need to belong is even more intense when it comes to the ABDL lifestyle, I think, where every single connection we make tends to take on an even more significant meaning than just normal friendships. Which is why it sucks to be frozen out, to be excluded. 

There are some cities out there that are lucky as fuck: they have amazing local ABDL organizers who are busy setting up munches and other events that are inclusive to the community. These guys do their best to keep the cliques from forming - they ensure that everyone is included, and that everyone is treated with respect. 

I know that because I hear from people in those communities, too. I see them on the ‘secret groups’ on Facebook, posting announcements about DiaperActive events, and diaper parties at the Eagle, and Pups and Pals events in other cities. And I see pictures on Fetlife and other sites from these events. I even get invited to some of them, despite living halfway across the country or, in one case, on the other side of the world. Love being included in that stuff. 

I’d be willing to bet that in some of those communities, still, controlling diaper daddies lurk in the shadows, ‘diaper snipers’ trying to siphon off what they can from the community. 

Fuck them. 

Fuck the ones who did it to me. 

And while I’m on the subject, fuck anyone who’s ever deleted me from their list of Facebook friends to try to please a controlling diaper daddy. 

In fact, fuck anyone who’s ever deleted anyone from our community from Facebook, or anywhere else, to try to please someone else. 

Connections in our community are far too important to treat like bargaining chips in the battle to belong. 

When my new friend called to share his story with me he mentioned that all three of the central characters read my blog. I’m hopeful that they each get to see this entry, at least. 

And I’m hopeful a few other people get to see it, too. If you deleted me from Facebook just before your trip to visit some diaper daddies in my former city, I see you. If you added a diaper daddy and then removed me from your friends a day or two later, I see you. 

During my nearly 10 years of blogging I’ve met so many amazing people - independent people who don’t let anyone tell them who they can and can’t be friends with. 

Those are the people who make this community worth belonging to. 

The people who exclude people who don’t bow down or kiss the ring? And/or the people who let themselves be controlled so easily? Their actions say far more about them than they do about me. Or, if you’re experiencing anything like what I went through, you. 

When you freeze someone out who you don’t even know, you don’t know what kind of person you are missing out on. 

When you don’t meet someone because you’re afraid of not being invited to the next diaper overnighter, you have no idea what kind of friend you may have given up. 

If you delete someone from Facebook because of some shit some daddy told you - especially if said daddy doesn’t even know the person they’re talking shit about - you have no clue what you may have just given up. 

In a community where nearly every single connection I’ve made has become what I expect will be a lifelong friendship, I feel sorry for some of you… you’re giving up so much. 

As for the three truths and a lie… 

They're actually all true.

"Not fair!” you may be saying. 

If so, though, you’re missing the point. 

The "lie" would be just about anything you might have heard about me from people who have never met me… from people who don't know me. 

Those of you who were able to get to know me already knew the answer to this ‘game’. 

Those of you who weren't allowed to get to know me over the years missed out. 

If you’ve frozen someone out at some point during your time in our community, it’s never too late to reach out to them to apologize. 

If you’ve hung out with people you knew were bad people just so you could belong to an ABDL group of some sort, it’s never too late to start having standards. 

And if you’ve deleted someone on Facebook to try to please someone else, it’s never too late to hit that ‘friend’ button. 

And if you’ve deleted someone because of some bullshit you’ve heard from a diaper daddy, it’s never too late to reach out to the person you’ve ghosted on and ask for the truth. 

I know at least one person who is spending the first part of his summer break hoping that message will come through. 

There’s a Part II to this blog entry, but it’s actually not something I’m comfortable publishing on my blog, so I haven’t. 

I will say that, in writing this, I was able to tell my story without mentioning a single person. 

I could call people out, but I’ve blogged since 2008 without doing that, and I won’t start today. 

If someone has reached out to you to talk shit about me - someone who has never met me - you know who they are. 

Otherwise, we’ll keep it anonymous. 

Don’t let people like that control groups where you live, and our community will be better for it. 

I missed out on what would likely have been some amazing friendships over the years, and that sucks. 

If this keeps even one person from missing out on ABDL experiences that might not have happened otherwise, posting this will have been worth it. 

Q&A With Growing-boysXL

Up today, I have a Q&A with someone brand new to the blog: Dan, aka Growing-BoysXL. You may have seen him on Tumblr. Today he'll talk about a number of subjects, including the 'feeding' fetish, a subset of the ABDL community (and a fetish all its own) I suspect some of you will have some questions about. He's always up to talk, so hit him up! 

Q&A With Growing-boysXL

Name/Nick: Dan, Growing-boysxl 

Age: 22 

City/State/Country: Leesburg Virginia, United States 

AB/DL/BabyFur/Other? I’m ABDL, as well as into the Adult Boy, Spanko, and feederism kinks.  

When did you first realize you were ABDL?  

Well, I was in diapers when I was 5. Youngest child perks! But that ended up factoring in a lot to my childhood, as well as weirdly ending up in diapers on numerous occasions when I was a kid… but I’ll share those later.  I always sort of knew I was interested in it. I used to draw pictures of boys my age peeing their pants, in desperate “potty dance” poses, or in diapers soaked in urine from when I was around 7. The idea of diapers being used past the age of being a baby was always fascinating to me, and it followed me all throughout my childhood until I discovered the term “AB/DL” in my early teens.  

What steps did you take to get your diaper 'fix' as a child and/or teen?  

As mentioned before, I had several weird experiences when I was a kid. One time when I was 7 I actually found some of my old pull-ups in our bathroom and started wearing them occasionally when my parents didn’t know. I would wear them to church, to friend’s houses, stuff like that.  An interesting story ended up coming out of this pull-up era. One time ended up being a bit interesting, in that I wore it to a church function on a Wednesday night. I ended up wetting it, and it leaked, which was kind of embarrassing. The worst part though was my parents weren’t there and I ended up getting taken to the church nursery and changed on the changing table, and put into an actual diaper. Since my pants were wet I actually ended up having to wait there for my parents in just a diaper. And no, that’s not fictional, that actually happened to me. lol  Another time I was able to satisfy my craving was when I was 12 at my buddy’s house. They had just moved, and my best friend’s younger brother was about 8 at the time. Unbeknownst to me, he was a bed wetter, and while exploring the house, i found a pack of boys goodnites. I knew I had to have them, but didn’t know how. So I ended up taking them to the bathroom and putting one on. However, my shorts were pretty loose (It was 2007 and cargo shorts were in) so I figured I could get away with more. Long story short, by putting them on over each other one by one I was able to waddle off with pretty much an entire pack of goodnites on.  Do your parents and/or siblings know about you and diapers? If so, please explain how, and how they reacted?  My parents have known about it since I was pretty much 10. They’re religious so it hit them hard, especially finding out I was gay. This led to me spending years trying to purge it from my life.

Have you dealt with the shame and regret that is the binge/purge cycle? Please explain.  

I dealt with it until i turned 18 really. I was very religious growing up, and was not only ashamed of my sexuality, but diapers as well. I was in a church which really pressured conformity and holiness, so it ended up I felt as though I could “fix” myself by trying to purge the diaper stories, and fantasies from my life. Needless to say, it didn’t work.  It actually drove me to a severe depression for several years. I knew I couldn’t suppress who I was for very long before I dropped right back in where I had been before. The guilt I forced myself to feel, and the shame really crippled me and I became really secluded in my youth group.  This ended up sending me in a downward spiral, and when I was 14 I attempted to take my life.  Needless to say, I failed and my mom walked in on me. I realized at that point there was very little point in trying to hold myself back from who I was. I needed to learn to accept and embrace who I was, because holding it back was literally going to kill me.

For collegebabies/DLs, did this interest affect your college experiences? If so, how? 

I’ve had interesting experiences, as I attend one of the largest christian universities in the world. (parents pay for school, and my brother goes there) It’s a great school… but I definitely feel pretty weird being gay and ABDL there. The funny thing is though, I’ve managed to find other kinky gay folks on campus. In fact, one of the guys from my choir actually is ABDL, and we’re rooming together next year.   I’ve spanked boys in back seats of cars, diapered boys up in tuxes before concerts, all the fun stuff. It’s just an interesting experience living on the DL (pun intended) where I am.

How has this fetish affected your social life and/or dating? Married life? Parenting?  

Well, I’m actually dating another ABDL, which has been great! He used to have a blog on Tumblr, TheLittleVryk. We’ve been dating about two years now and I can definitely say I’ve never been so in love with anyone in my life.  We met through tumblr, and fell in love with each other from a distance, so I can definitely say that embracing your fetish and finding someone into it as well is definitely an achievable goal. :)

Some experts believe that we become the way we are because of traumas experienced at an early age, including abuse and/or neglect. Do your life experiences bear this out?  

My dad was in the military when I was a kid and so he wasn’t really around a lot, so I definitely see that kind of “daddy issue” (no offense intended) kind of thing happening with my craving for a male authority figure.

For the little dunces, please tell us about what it was like to discover this fetish/lifestyle on the Internet. Please be at least 18 at the time of writing, but be specific about what age you discovered it, what sites helped you, and keep this part PG for obvious reasons.  

Obviously I already knew about diapers as a fetish, but my first exposure was at 12 through an ABDL story site. I’d read about young men my age and older winding up back in diapers and I knew I wasn’t the only one, or a freak.

Do your interests involve a subset of this community, such as babyfurs, diaper disciplinarians, wet/messy, sissybabies etc.? Please tell us about it. I won't even try to be specific here; just tell us what you think people should know.  

Yeah! Those of you who follow my blog (growing-boysxl.tumblr.com) prolly already know about my kinky ways, but I’m majorly into the feederism fetish.  Feederism, or “Gaining” is all about men who either overeat, bloat, or get fat on purpose. It’s also about another person taking charge of the “feedee” and fattening them up. It’s basically the sexualization of growing overweight, letting yourself go, and blowing up like a balloon.  I’ve actually found it interesting in that, while some readers even now might find it odd, I’ve actually discovered it’s one of the biggest secret subset fetishes in the community. When I started my blog, I was the only ABDL at the time even talking about the gaining fetish in the realm of diapers and regression. However as I’ve talked with more and more ABDLs, many have actually opened up to me about their kink for being fed, or fattened up. There are actually about 8-12 blogs I follow now that feature a diaper boy or little who is fattening up as well, which is a 1200% improvement from when I started, lol. More and more ABDLs come to me every year confessing how they’d secretly love to be one of my “Hansel”s and get fattened up on sweets like an irresponsible greedy boy, but have been afraid to be open about it.   It fits in really well in a lot of guys heads with the regression kink, with greedy boy archetypes like Augustus Gloop, Bruce from Matilda, or Hansel all examples of greedy boys who need to be chided and teased for being so greedy and childish.  I think a lot of the reasons guys aren’t as forthcoming with it is because the idea of growing fat is so frowned upon, in the gay community especially, and guys think they won’t be considered attractive anymore if they give in to their desires. I myself have dealt with a lot of body image issues as well due to this.  It’s actually been really cool over the past few years to see more full-figured abdls, not only those with the gaining kink, come out of their shells and start posting. It makes me really really proud to see people accepting the beauty of their own bodies.  This goes without saying but if anyone is curious about gaining, and wants to talk openly or discreetly about it, or just find out more, please shoot me a message! I’d love to hear from you!

What % of your sexual activities and/or masturbation incorporate diapers? Has this caused problems for you?  

Well I’m more of a daddy, but generally even in my fantasies, diapers, or seeing a guy get treated like a little boy is always a big part of my sexual experience. I really honestly am pretty disinterested in vanilla sex, so I’d say it has it’s drawbacks. But again, I prefer kinky sex anyhow so it’s all good.  

If you get into the regression aspect of ABDL please tell us more about that. If you do not, and you have feelings about being lumped into a fetish involving it, explain how it makes you feel.  

I love being treated like I’m a little boy. My little age is between 7-11, since I’m more into the “adult boy” fetish than “adult baby”. For me it goes back to my childhood and the pictures I used to draw and experiences I had. It’s all about that taboo humiliation and “In diapers?! At *his* age?!?” Kind of thing.  When I’m big it’s all about that vulnerability and seeing a guy reduced to nothing but a toddler. It can be a huge part of sex, but as far as when a guy gets little, I’m also a big snuggly daddy who likes to spoil and baby his little guy platonically as well.

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Q&A With Heisenberg

Up today I have a Q&A from Heisenberg. You saw his first set of pictures here a week ago, and today he's sent along some more, with a promise of more to come soon! He's also sharing his story with us today - take a minute to read it, because it's a good one. He actually has two Tumblr accounts - heisenberg544.tumblr.com and heisenbergdl.tumblr.com. Follow them both and hit him up! 

Q&A With Heisenberg

Name: Heisenberg

Age: 27

From: New York 

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When did you first realize you were ABDL?

I was definitely a late bloomer, sad to say i was about 22, ahh if only i had done so before then i feel like i missed out on something great now. For me it had a lot to do with the products in particular, i had tried wearing as early as 20 or 21 but those products were given to me due to stomach issues and they were not the best. So i moved on and did the best i could to get by without it but i kinda knew it was there and i had a stomach issue either way so wearing was gonna happen it was just a matter of when. A year or so later i was 22 and i  turned to the internet, i might have at one point even just typed in “world's best adult diapers”, and to my surprise i got quite an earful, i mean how were there so many thoughts and opinions about this particular subject. So i ordered what id seen recommended the most and those were what became my choice products. When i got them i remember thinking how good could they be, there adult diapers… but that changed right away, i was wrapped in a soft comfy cloud that would never let go, in my most tender region, and it felt great, i was lucky enough at that point after a fair amount of research to have found the products i use to this day. Still i was a bit ashamed at first to relate it to anything sexual, this however… took no time at all, the anatomy was easy to work with needless to say. Id found what gave me a true release. My abdl life was off and only grew from here on out, and im glad it did.

What steps did you take to get your diaper 'fix' as a child and/or teen?

Now i genuinely dont have an answer for this but one thing i can say is that i wish i had discovered this side sooner than i did, i never really had any time before then where it even came to mind but if it had id probably have done the same as stated previously and that is, wear a diaper! I guess in a sense i just never had any exposure either that or i was really good at burying it deep down, either way today i know the truth: i belong in diapers, and i love to be diapered.

Do your parents and/or siblings know about you and diapers? If so, please explain how, and how they reacted?

My dad had passed by the time i had to start wearing but my mom… she honestly didn't really find out until about a year ago 5 or so years after i started wearing, even tho i needed it to help me live a normal life id been able to hide it until then and at that point i really just figured who cares if she finds out so she did from her own perspective one day when my shirt came up or something and she asked i said yes and that was that end of storey lucky me! With the type of person my mom is id really expected some objections but either she had already known or was just ok with it.

Have you dealt with the shame and regret that is the binge/purge cycle? Please explain.

Well i had times where it was easier and times where it was harder, it was a bit different though, the shame came from liking it, the regret came from the indulgence until eventually it all wore off and i realized i was just better off letting myself be myself. My mind and my body wanted this and who was i to deny myself of that. This made me feel good, id never had much of a sex life, id focused on so many other things, so when i did find what a good release it could give me, i gradually indulged. I turned to articles written on the internet to help with the acceptance, they all said things like well a diaper lover isnt hurting anyone by loving diapers, and wiki how had a lot of good stuff too on how this was just a life style many people enjoyed so with alot of help from the internet id gotten a ton of advice that over time helped me alot. I was basically already in diapers the part i took time with accepting was the masterbation in them and relating them to anything sexual at all.

How has this fetish affected your social life and/or dating? Married life? Parenting?

i kinda found what i was looking for when i got diapered, i would love to have a diaper friend, someone i could wear with and maybe masterbate in my diaper around but its a hard type to find and honestly ive not had much of a dating life… a few high school flings and such of the opposite sex but i was always wanting more and i really found what i was looking for as i began diapering.

Some experts believe that we become the way we are because of traumas experienced at an early age, including abuse and/or neglect. Do your life experiences bear this out?

Abuse and neglect no. However i lost my father at 18 and i was very close to him, granted my diapering came after that i dont think the two were related. When i lost my father i began drinking heavily, and i did have an unnatural taste for alcohol during my teenage years, i drank a lot, i buried pain, honestly i would turn to the diapering to avoid the drinking, well indulging the diapering anyway, and it did in the end take the drinking binges under control to the point where i turn to indulging the diapers over the alcohol. So in a way the diapers helped me to quit drinking as odd as it is to think about.

Some people have pointed out their observation that a larger-than-average number of multiple birth babies (twins, etc.) rep the ABDL lifestyle. If you are one of these, please explain what effect, if any, you feel this may have had on your ABDLishness.

I do have a brother but it has not directly affected any of this in my opinion.


For the little dunces, please tell us about what it was like to discover this fetish/lifestyle on the Internet. Please be at least 18 at the time of writing, but be specific about what age you discovered it, what sites helped you, and keep this part PG for obvious reasons.

Well i did find almost all of this on the internet actually… yes all of it i found on the internet from my first diapers to my first blog about me in diapers, although im writing now at 27 since the beginning its all been web based and thank god ive been given that opportunity because it made the diapers and the experience that much better and the medical issue easier to live with so i thank my lucky stars for the internet my entire abdl career has benefited from it.

Do your interests involve a subset of this community, such as babyfurs, diaper disciplinarians, wet/messy, sissybabies etc.? Please tell us about it. I won't even try to be specific here; just tell us what you think people should know.

My particular subset would be that of a dl diapers are my main interest, i do wet and mess and i do show that on my pages as appropriately as i can. For myself what does it for me as odd as it may sound to other abdl’s is a nice clean diaper around my waist thats when i get my particular enjoyment when masterbating. I think it has to do with the softness of it and the best part is not having to clean up afterwards, and then having a clean diaper to use as well. I  am an open minded person, and wearing an adult diaper in itself is taboo but i can live with that. I recently started opening as many blogs as i could, so yeah theres a small chance someone i know could see me in a diaper one day but its really a small amount of search terms that would bring them to do so, they would have to be looking for things like this themselves, i dont fear it anymore. I put pics of me in only a diaper with my face and a smile i just learned not to care. There all pictures of me when im happy so thats how i want the world to know me, im just a guy wearing a diaper, so what.

What % of your sexual activities and/or masturbation incorporate diapers? Has this caused problems for you?

All of them, i guess in a sense it has caused me to not have sex but i have had the best experiences in my entire life in a diaper, i feel that it will continue on this way, but that certainly does not mean i wont meet someone one day who i will share this and have genuine loving sex with i look forward to that day and i think of it as a matter of time above all else. Problems… i wouldnt call it a problem, since when are toe curling orgasims from just rubbing the front of my diaper an issue!

If you get into the regression aspect of ABDL please tell us more about that. If you do not, and you have feelings about being lumped into a fetish involving it, explain how it makes you feel.

I like the way the diaper makes me look, i look great in nothing but a diaper and ive stuck to that and enjoyed myself in the process, so if you want to think of me as a little guy, im the type of little guy who strips down to the diaper every time!

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Baby Pics: Baby Eddie

Up today I have some pictures from BabyEddie71! Here's posted here before, and even did a Q&A back in 2012. You may follow him on Tumblr - babyeddie71.tumblr.com. If not, hit him up there! 

Eddie and I almost met up a few years back, as he and some friends just happen to vacation in the same small town my sailboat was in. Hoping to get together this summer, and may even take the new boat there and host a diaper day out on the water. For now, enjoy the pics - thanks, Eddie! 

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Someone New... Heisenberg...

Up today I have some hot diaper pics from someone new to the blog: Heisenberg. He actually has two Tumblr accounts: heisenberg544.tumblr.com and heisenbergdl.tumblr.com. Follow them both, and hit him up. We'll hopefully have more to come in the future!

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Adorable, no? 

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