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Reintroducing Myself
a year ago
FC 2024 was a fun experience, but I believe it would've been a little more fun if I was able to connect with more people one-on-one. Fortunately, I will be coming to BabyFurCon this year in September. Since I'm resting and isolating due to COVID-19, I figured now would be a great opportunity to re-introduce myself to the community. I will also be answering questions people at FC asked me.
Hi! My name is Leo.
I'm an AB/DL author who penned queer-centric AB/DL short stories for 20 years as LionStories. Currently writing under my penname CrinkleCat. I'm best known for my reality-based detailed kink fiction, a lot of which is actually derived from my personal experiences. I see myself as a dad and like to look after other crinkly critters. I can be wholesome. I can be kinky. But cuddles are mandatory.
I remember having those AB/DL feels at a very early, tender age when my parents had to give me "the talk." I was going to use the toilet from now on. No more diapers. I remember feeling absolutely crushed by this news because I loved wearing diapers. They were convenient. If I was cold, I knew I could get warm rather quickly and get a nice boost. And when I slept in a warm, wet diaper, I was able to sleep throughout the entire night. I missed those Pampers. I missed the soothing comfort and convenience they provided me.
In 1994, I came across a little movie called The Lion King. I saw these majestic creatures, these lions speaking with such a firm command of their goals and ambitions. When I watched the movie the first time, I was absolutely mesmerized. Speechless. Didn't know how to process any of it. It felt like lightning struck. Then I had this weird feeling come over me. I felt in sync with the lion characters. I understood the need to be kind, strong, to lead and protect with purpose. I wanted to walk the jungles of Africa and walk among my pride of fellow lions and lionesses. But what did that mean exactly? I didn't know. I didn't try to understand. At the time, I was nine and highly impressionable, but lacked the intellectual curiosity to figure out the meaning behind these strange thoughts and desires I was having. When my dad cutely called me Simba after watching TLK with me in the theater, I felt more than human.
Three years later, my family was reeling over the loss of my grandmother. I remember housesitting her place, playing Mortal Kombat Mythologies: Sub-Zero on my PSX in her bedroom. Beside her television and dresser were several bags of Depend Fitted Briefs diapers. The term "Fitted Briefs" threw me off until I saw what was on the package. These were noisy, green six-tape diapers. Suddenly, I hit pause on the game, opened a bag and put a diaper on right then and there. I didn't think twice. I returned to the game with a diaper underneath my jeans. It didn't take long for me to wet. When I did, I hit pause and let my head empty. As I was wetting, there was a mantra that came to me: I belong in diapers. Once I was done, once I had the warmth that was now bunched up between my legs, I was relaxed enough to not worry about anything. I was no longer sad. I was simply at peace with myself.
In 1998, I stumbled upon the site Diaper Pail Friends. I was on AOL dial-up, searching "diapers" when I came across DPF. I saw photos of men proudly wearing diapers -- but not just ordinary diapers. Thick ones. They wanted people to know. They were actually proud to be wearing diapers. And some were sexually into that as well? WOW! There was wave after wave of affirmation. I wasn't alone. I wasn't a freak. People had similar interests to me. This was an active community that I could be involved in. I joined DPF immediately. At 14, I didn't know any better. Didn't know about DPF users who used the site's "TeenChat" feature to groom underage AB/DLs. After being stalked by one of those users, I decided to leave that site.
By then, I was exploring FurryMUCK and the alt.fan.furry newsgroup. I was starting to see some curious overlap between the AB/DL and furry communities. But what took me by surprise was the sheer dedication that furries curated with the characters and worlds they built for themselves. I read roleplay sessions that read like epic fantasy novels. There was an intensity and fire that inspired me to write. And so I started to roleplay with others. I was able to match my partner's commitment and get heavily into scenes. After one intense roleplay session, I found out my scene partner was actually a Creative Writing college professor. He encouraged me to take my writing to the next level and tap into my furry sexuality.
After graduating high school in 2003, I was introduced to Yiffy.net by Micah Coon, who was one of the co-administrators. I was addicted to that message board. I could participate in all of these extremely detailed and passionate roleplay sessions with other people. I was like a honeybee jumping from one thread to the next, robing and disrobing, engaging and disengaging. I could visualize the scenes so well that I was developing this phantom sense. Fur. Musk. The hot breath of my eager partner, breathing on my neckfur, wanting my body -- wanting to pin me up against the wall and...
Uh oh! Did I just cum?
Turned out my very first orgasm was from an extended roleplaying session on Yiffy.net.
Okay, so how do I elicit that kind of reaction from other people?
And so I started penning original short stories that appeared on Yiffy.net. To my pleasant surprise, people enjoyed reading my work! Several members gave me some excellent constructive feedback that significantly improved the quality of my work. Eventually, I developed my own writing style that focused heavily on tapping into the senses of every character. I developed techniques that helped readers achieve sexual curiosity or arousal by the way I vividly described things. I would collect experiences I had in real life and transpose them into my work, injecting realism that I often felt was missing. For instance, I felt that a lot of roleplayers were focused on what they thought sex was compared to what sex actually is. The more realistic I made that experience on paper, the easier it was for people to suspend their disbelief and commit to reading. I remember feeling a sense of accomplishment when readers began to emotionally connect with my characters like they were living beings; that motivated me to give my characters life and purpose. Giving characters a solid foundation makes the moment more spontaneous, emotional and magical. Readers were hooked. I remember churning out new chapters once a day until I moved.
But I hit my stride once I was referred to Yiffstar in 2005 by Toumal. Toumal showed me his site and told me how I could combine my writing and the things that turned me on. Wow, what a concept! At this point, I was writing at a furious pace under the nickname AlexCross (later changed to Rock). I pumped out new content twice a week, never bothering once to promote myself. I just wrote and published what I wanted to write and publish. I curated a following of readers interested in diapers and watersports. My readership was going twice a week for about a year. I created a FurAffinity account and tripled my readership by the time I landed at my first furry con.
It was 2008. I attended Further Confusion with some local furs. Though I was staff, I was a nobody. Not a popufur. Never desired to be one. Just a face in the crowd. One of thousands of furries roaming the con space. I was left to my own devices to explore the space, manage a few panels here and there, and help with con operations. When I hosted a panel about character development, the meeting room was full within minutes. People showed up on time and piled in. No seats were left. Here I was trying to act all cool like a teacher while fumbling through my notes and humbled by the attendance. I was overjoyed to hear attendees discussing and asking questions about my stories. There was an incredible amount of validation I got for about an hour and a half. It was one thing to get a +follow or a friend request, but it was another thing entirely for all these people to show up and express their appreciation.
Later at the con, I went to a cub party attended by Karis and Proxima. I was surrounded by people who were casually talking to each other and having drinks while wearing diapers. I remember being super nervous while Karis and Proxima were very nonchalant about it. Oh, you like diapers? We do too! See, we're wearing ours! Oh, you want to wear one? Let's get that taken care of, kiddo! I remember how small I felt. I remember Karis taking me by the hand, leading me into the bathroom to diaper me. I never had another person diaper me before, so I did everything I could to capture that intimate moment in a bottle. I took that experience and expounded upon it in fiction. This inspired me to seek out more experiences and encounters that I could document and rehash into my work.
FC 2024 was like a huge reset button. I was back to zero. Barely anyone knew or recognized me except for the con veterans. There was a new generation. People who were born during the time I started writing stories were roaming around in their dresses, colorful pacifiers, and cute diapers, being comfortable with themselves -- reaching a level of self-acceptance I didn't have at their age. It felt like the babyfur community had passed me by, but I was happy to see people coming together as their true selves without having to wrestle with years of self-loathing and self-doubt. Bittersweet but beautiful.
I'm still here!
CC
Hi! My name is Leo.
I'm an AB/DL author who penned queer-centric AB/DL short stories for 20 years as LionStories. Currently writing under my penname CrinkleCat. I'm best known for my reality-based detailed kink fiction, a lot of which is actually derived from my personal experiences. I see myself as a dad and like to look after other crinkly critters. I can be wholesome. I can be kinky. But cuddles are mandatory.
I remember having those AB/DL feels at a very early, tender age when my parents had to give me "the talk." I was going to use the toilet from now on. No more diapers. I remember feeling absolutely crushed by this news because I loved wearing diapers. They were convenient. If I was cold, I knew I could get warm rather quickly and get a nice boost. And when I slept in a warm, wet diaper, I was able to sleep throughout the entire night. I missed those Pampers. I missed the soothing comfort and convenience they provided me.
In 1994, I came across a little movie called The Lion King. I saw these majestic creatures, these lions speaking with such a firm command of their goals and ambitions. When I watched the movie the first time, I was absolutely mesmerized. Speechless. Didn't know how to process any of it. It felt like lightning struck. Then I had this weird feeling come over me. I felt in sync with the lion characters. I understood the need to be kind, strong, to lead and protect with purpose. I wanted to walk the jungles of Africa and walk among my pride of fellow lions and lionesses. But what did that mean exactly? I didn't know. I didn't try to understand. At the time, I was nine and highly impressionable, but lacked the intellectual curiosity to figure out the meaning behind these strange thoughts and desires I was having. When my dad cutely called me Simba after watching TLK with me in the theater, I felt more than human.
Three years later, my family was reeling over the loss of my grandmother. I remember housesitting her place, playing Mortal Kombat Mythologies: Sub-Zero on my PSX in her bedroom. Beside her television and dresser were several bags of Depend Fitted Briefs diapers. The term "Fitted Briefs" threw me off until I saw what was on the package. These were noisy, green six-tape diapers. Suddenly, I hit pause on the game, opened a bag and put a diaper on right then and there. I didn't think twice. I returned to the game with a diaper underneath my jeans. It didn't take long for me to wet. When I did, I hit pause and let my head empty. As I was wetting, there was a mantra that came to me: I belong in diapers. Once I was done, once I had the warmth that was now bunched up between my legs, I was relaxed enough to not worry about anything. I was no longer sad. I was simply at peace with myself.
In 1998, I stumbled upon the site Diaper Pail Friends. I was on AOL dial-up, searching "diapers" when I came across DPF. I saw photos of men proudly wearing diapers -- but not just ordinary diapers. Thick ones. They wanted people to know. They were actually proud to be wearing diapers. And some were sexually into that as well? WOW! There was wave after wave of affirmation. I wasn't alone. I wasn't a freak. People had similar interests to me. This was an active community that I could be involved in. I joined DPF immediately. At 14, I didn't know any better. Didn't know about DPF users who used the site's "TeenChat" feature to groom underage AB/DLs. After being stalked by one of those users, I decided to leave that site.
By then, I was exploring FurryMUCK and the alt.fan.furry newsgroup. I was starting to see some curious overlap between the AB/DL and furry communities. But what took me by surprise was the sheer dedication that furries curated with the characters and worlds they built for themselves. I read roleplay sessions that read like epic fantasy novels. There was an intensity and fire that inspired me to write. And so I started to roleplay with others. I was able to match my partner's commitment and get heavily into scenes. After one intense roleplay session, I found out my scene partner was actually a Creative Writing college professor. He encouraged me to take my writing to the next level and tap into my furry sexuality.
After graduating high school in 2003, I was introduced to Yiffy.net by Micah Coon, who was one of the co-administrators. I was addicted to that message board. I could participate in all of these extremely detailed and passionate roleplay sessions with other people. I was like a honeybee jumping from one thread to the next, robing and disrobing, engaging and disengaging. I could visualize the scenes so well that I was developing this phantom sense. Fur. Musk. The hot breath of my eager partner, breathing on my neckfur, wanting my body -- wanting to pin me up against the wall and...
Uh oh! Did I just cum?
Turned out my very first orgasm was from an extended roleplaying session on Yiffy.net.
Okay, so how do I elicit that kind of reaction from other people?
And so I started penning original short stories that appeared on Yiffy.net. To my pleasant surprise, people enjoyed reading my work! Several members gave me some excellent constructive feedback that significantly improved the quality of my work. Eventually, I developed my own writing style that focused heavily on tapping into the senses of every character. I developed techniques that helped readers achieve sexual curiosity or arousal by the way I vividly described things. I would collect experiences I had in real life and transpose them into my work, injecting realism that I often felt was missing. For instance, I felt that a lot of roleplayers were focused on what they thought sex was compared to what sex actually is. The more realistic I made that experience on paper, the easier it was for people to suspend their disbelief and commit to reading. I remember feeling a sense of accomplishment when readers began to emotionally connect with my characters like they were living beings; that motivated me to give my characters life and purpose. Giving characters a solid foundation makes the moment more spontaneous, emotional and magical. Readers were hooked. I remember churning out new chapters once a day until I moved.
But I hit my stride once I was referred to Yiffstar in 2005 by Toumal. Toumal showed me his site and told me how I could combine my writing and the things that turned me on. Wow, what a concept! At this point, I was writing at a furious pace under the nickname AlexCross (later changed to Rock). I pumped out new content twice a week, never bothering once to promote myself. I just wrote and published what I wanted to write and publish. I curated a following of readers interested in diapers and watersports. My readership was going twice a week for about a year. I created a FurAffinity account and tripled my readership by the time I landed at my first furry con.
It was 2008. I attended Further Confusion with some local furs. Though I was staff, I was a nobody. Not a popufur. Never desired to be one. Just a face in the crowd. One of thousands of furries roaming the con space. I was left to my own devices to explore the space, manage a few panels here and there, and help with con operations. When I hosted a panel about character development, the meeting room was full within minutes. People showed up on time and piled in. No seats were left. Here I was trying to act all cool like a teacher while fumbling through my notes and humbled by the attendance. I was overjoyed to hear attendees discussing and asking questions about my stories. There was an incredible amount of validation I got for about an hour and a half. It was one thing to get a +follow or a friend request, but it was another thing entirely for all these people to show up and express their appreciation.
Later at the con, I went to a cub party attended by Karis and Proxima. I was surrounded by people who were casually talking to each other and having drinks while wearing diapers. I remember being super nervous while Karis and Proxima were very nonchalant about it. Oh, you like diapers? We do too! See, we're wearing ours! Oh, you want to wear one? Let's get that taken care of, kiddo! I remember how small I felt. I remember Karis taking me by the hand, leading me into the bathroom to diaper me. I never had another person diaper me before, so I did everything I could to capture that intimate moment in a bottle. I took that experience and expounded upon it in fiction. This inspired me to seek out more experiences and encounters that I could document and rehash into my work.
FC 2024 was like a huge reset button. I was back to zero. Barely anyone knew or recognized me except for the con veterans. There was a new generation. People who were born during the time I started writing stories were roaming around in their dresses, colorful pacifiers, and cute diapers, being comfortable with themselves -- reaching a level of self-acceptance I didn't have at their age. It felt like the babyfur community had passed me by, but I was happy to see people coming together as their true selves without having to wrestle with years of self-loathing and self-doubt. Bittersweet but beautiful.
I'm still here!
CC
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I know just what you mean about the "reset button." I'm still connected to the BF Community virtually, but not so much socially IRL. With changes in my focus and real life responsibilities, I struggle to stay current.
My stories are still out there, on this site, and I get +fav's on a few of them now and again. I hit a hard writer's block on my Lessons in Lace story arch, and I haven't been able to concoct a suitable conclusion that I'm satisfied with.
But seriously glad to hear from another OG fur. I don't think we traveled the same paths back in the '90's and '00's. We may have even been at odds with each other. I don't recall and frankly it's in the past and doesn't even matter.
Glad to hear you're doing well regardless. Peace and good health lil Crinkle Cat. *Hugs*
Have to try to keep in touch and see when our paths may cross again. *Hugs*