Edgelyn
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I'm not as nice as some of you pretend to be--see what I mean? I think more things are amusing than not, so I'm never bored. Actually, in another ID in some realms I'm a disturbing troll--not mean or a bully, just disturbing. Some people online are easily disturbed by anything real--like cotton diapers and waterproof pants--they delight and take refuge in whatever's fake--like fake news and disposables. I remember back in the eighties some people wondered if the advent of disposables spelled the death of cloth and with it the disappearance of diaper fetishes--already back then disposables were being compared to cloth as meth to shrooms--well, nothing died and meth is almost as popular as it was in the fifties, when Abbott Laboratories provided doctors truckloads of free samples you could freely take from a display on the office counter. Those were rough days to be a kid, but not as bad as now. I've been around for a long time, it seems. Anyway, I see disposables as more like heroin, an addiction, compared to the mindful indulgence and portal to reality that cloth offers. Just remember, everything you throw away will be there waiting for you when you arrive in hell. Listen, I've already been called a fragging air-bag in chats where they converted all my emojis to text--you'll have to think of something else. When I was 4 years old I wasn't allowed to have the underwear I wanted--sixty-five years later I still haven't gotten over it--I've never gotten over anything. The wisdom of age is never get over anything, keep faith with the past, stay forever young.