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- Feb 4, 2019
Here's the thing about so-called "littles."
I think it's a normal adult experience to occasionally look back on childhood with nostalgia. Remember when you didn't have to worry about bills or taxes, when you didn't lie awake at night wondering whether you'd make it through the next round of layoffs? Remember when your parents weren't aging, when your siblings didn't live halfway across the country, when the specter of your own mortality didn't always walk a narrow step behind you? Remember running around in the woods all day with your friends, remember popsicles and cannonballs at the community pool, remember when superheroes were unironically cool and maybe, just maybe, magic really was real?
Yeah. All of us want to reclaim that. We're all exiles from the homeland of our childhood. But who, and I mean who the actual fuck, says "oh, gee, how I long for the days when I pissed and shat myself because I had no control over my excretory functions?" That's the sort of thing that normal human beings look back on with chagrin and look forward to with horror.
Even when diapers aren't involved, I just don't buy that "little" roleplay is ever nonsexual or that it bears any meaningful relation to the nostalgia for childhood experienced by non-fetishists. "Littles" are in it for the humiliation and the taboo. If you enjoy the same things that you enjoyed as a child, like drawing or fishing, then you're an adult with a hobby and good for you. But if you enjoy actually pretending to be a child, then you're fucked in the head and a thousand bucks says that your head-fuckedness is directly wired to your crotch.
To bring this back to Bill: I never really got AGP vibes from him, and the revelation that his little-sona is a boy strengthens that impression. I suspect that his primary dysfunction is autopedophilia and he fell into being trans mostly because there's so much overlap between trans and creepy internet fetish communities.
I think it's a normal adult experience to occasionally look back on childhood with nostalgia. Remember when you didn't have to worry about bills or taxes, when you didn't lie awake at night wondering whether you'd make it through the next round of layoffs? Remember when your parents weren't aging, when your siblings didn't live halfway across the country, when the specter of your own mortality didn't always walk a narrow step behind you? Remember running around in the woods all day with your friends, remember popsicles and cannonballs at the community pool, remember when superheroes were unironically cool and maybe, just maybe, magic really was real?
Yeah. All of us want to reclaim that. We're all exiles from the homeland of our childhood. But who, and I mean who the actual fuck, says "oh, gee, how I long for the days when I pissed and shat myself because I had no control over my excretory functions?" That's the sort of thing that normal human beings look back on with chagrin and look forward to with horror.
Even when diapers aren't involved, I just don't buy that "little" roleplay is ever nonsexual or that it bears any meaningful relation to the nostalgia for childhood experienced by non-fetishists. "Littles" are in it for the humiliation and the taboo. If you enjoy the same things that you enjoyed as a child, like drawing or fishing, then you're an adult with a hobby and good for you. But if you enjoy actually pretending to be a child, then you're fucked in the head and a thousand bucks says that your head-fuckedness is directly wired to your crotch.
To bring this back to Bill: I never really got AGP vibes from him, and the revelation that his little-sona is a boy strengthens that impression. I suspect that his primary dysfunction is autopedophilia and he fell into being trans mostly because there's so much overlap between trans and creepy internet fetish communities.
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