I'm feeling super duper hyper and talkative today. Perhaps it's an overdose of caffeine, I dunno. >.>

I've been listening to the Big Little podcast lately and really investigating the AB/DL lifestyle, both in and outside of the furry community. While it is daunting, considering all the creepy stuff that pervades the subject, I'm slowly working out what it is I want from an AB/DL lifestyle. For instance, I hadn't realized I have a very suppressed little side. Maybe it was being raised by a single mom with no 'proper' father figures except occasionally a grandfather; Perhaps it's just the way the world is going, Age of Aquarius and all that.
Regardless, I have a onesie wearing, paci sucking, adult attention seeking, toddler trying to grasp the reigns in my mind. To give him a sort of outlet I've actually gone off and commissioned the ever-talented  toddlergirl to get a piece done for me. On a side note, she got back to me in less than 24 hours with a sketch. Go commission her if at all possible, she is generous and kind, to say the least.

I also went out padded today with my family. The intent was to spend an afternoon with my mother, getting laundry done. Instead I ended up in a restaurant with her, my Father, and Pop-pop. *sweatdrop* I'm sitting across from two of the most judgmental male figures I respect in my life in a diaper with what I feel is a subtle cloud of baby powder around my person. I'm sure neither even sensed a thing was off, they are both so wrapped up in their little worlds, whether or not they have good reasoning. I did feel, however, that being padded may have given me a certain... caution... strength of character... understanding. I don't know, I just felt like I may have been a little less defensive and judgmental, two things I find exceptionally abhorrent in myself. I did have to consciously tell myself not to 'waddle'... *sweatdrop*

I'm...gonna go have a cuppa, see if that settles my jangling nerves. It did go well, but it was something of a roller coaster.