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is it just me or are the diapers being drawn "up" more with less shirt taking its place?
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is it just me or are the diapers being drawn "up" more with less shirt taking its place?
There needs to be a puking icon.
The way the sister is smiling at the smell and sight of her brother's shitty underwear makes me feel sick. I don't comprehend how shit can be in anyway attractive. Sick, wrong, unclean.
With those sort of remarks, it's just nothing more than trying to guilt those that have seen such horrors. Even if he did say you were fucked up for seeing them, that can be countered by saying how horrified one is to see such things. These images of his just give one a look of horror.This guy probably defends what he does with remarks like "you just don't get it" or "you're the fucked up one here" and little else, because nothing can justify this terrible abomination of horror beyond imagination.
Did anyone notice the last image's magazine?Well, he's updated his dA gallery, let's look at the lowlights.
Perhaps these so-called "diapers" are actually extraterrestrial parasites taking the form of such a garment, parasitizing on young boys across the globe in the world of Deeker, subtly affecting the behaviors of the victims and their close associates, allowing the parasites to feed as they please. As they gain more nutrition from their host, they grow. Soon enough, these "diapers" will conquer the human race, and then move on to the next planet, allowing them to restart their lifecycle.It's going to take more than a clown nose to protect you from the childhood trauma.
That's more or less his signature style, but yes, every now and then you might notice the diaper creeping ever closer to the subject's armpits, threatening to engulf his upper body entirely.
deeker girl said:"I can't smell a thing with this clown nose on!"
Deeker said:Growing up in the 1970s, I wore plain white briefs for underwear, as did all boys back then, because that's all there was. I enjoyed going around the house in just my underwear and a shirt all day long, even in the wintertime since the house was kept plenty warm. I did lots of things to explore these youthful interests. For example, at school I would walk around the playground and look for other boys whose underwear was showing above their pants. I noted the waistband stripe style and I could usually identify the brand, too.
I had lots of underwear. My mom was always buying it whenever we went to K-Mart or Sears, or other such stores. I had about eight different waistband styles at any given time. I had lots of Fruit of the Loom (two thin blue stripes), some Hanes (black-red-black), and my favorite, K-Mart's house brand. These had a wide, strong waistband with a single bold red stripe (I may have had some with a black stripe, too). The fabric on these was softer and thicker, and they came up higher on my body. Some of them had two layers in the seat, while others were single-ply.
I liked to see my friends in their underwear whenever we had sleepovers or went to the swimming pool where I got to see them in their underwear while undressing. Some of my friends had little brothers, so I would always get excited when I saw them running around in their underwear. Some of the neighborhood kids played outside in the front yard in their underwear in the summertime (just the boys, though; the girls always wore swimsuits or shorts).
While my friends were all looking at girlie magazines, I was looking at the boys modeling underwear in the Sears and JC Penney catalogs. Every Sunday I would look for boys modeling underwear in the newspaper ads and take them out of the old newspaper pile the next day after my parents tossed it there the previous evening. If I could get to them, I would save the boys’ underwear pages from the catalogs after my Mom threw them out.
I made drawings of myself and other boys in their underwear and wrote stories about boys going around in their underwear all day in front of their sisters. When we went to stores like Sears and K-Mart I would go to the boys' underwear section and look at all the briefs on the rack/shelf. It was mostly plain white in various brands with different colors and patterns on the distinctive stripes on the waistbands. Some of them had double-layered seats, but at about this time, this feature seemed to be disappearing from boys' briefs, for reasons unknown to this day. At about this time Underoos came on the market, but I wasn't interested in them because I wasn't really into Superman or Spiderman, and besides, they weren't plain white.
Today, gazing at the boys' underwear section is depressing, as much of what is available now consists of boxers and boxer briefs, and in different colors, too. While I am pleased to still see that tighty whities for boys are available, they only get a small portion of the total display space.
I don't know when, how, or why this all changed, but I find it to be very sad that a lot of boys don't wear tighty whities these days because of what disparaging things their friends and classmates will say, especially in settings such as the gym class locker room. I'm sure there are boys out there who would like to wear tighty whities if they did not have to fear being ridiculed by their peers. Today's boys are missing out on one of the great, fun pleasures of boyhood, going around the house in plain white briefs and seeing your friends and brothers all dressed the same way.
I've had these interests for as long as I can remember. As far back as I can remember, I was three years old and I was wearing training pants. These were the thick, plain white cotton kind, not Pull-Ups (which at one time were plain white). The training pants were like tighty whities, but much thicker. I often looked down between my bare legs to see the bulging white strip of fabric tightly pulled up between my legs and going up over my tummy. I would also stand in front of the mirror and turn around and bend over to see what my butt looked like. I enjoyed seeing the big, bulging white square of material that formed the multi-layered seat of my training pants.
By the time I was four years old I was still having trouble making it to the toilet whenever I had to poop. As I had outgrown my training pants, my Mom started putting several pairs of underwear on me at a time. I enjoyed the extra bulk of the soft material and the whiteness enhanced by having several other white layers of underwear on underneath. I usually had a dozen pairs of underwear on at a time, usually more. As if the bulk of the underwear wasn’t enough, at least half a dozen waistbands were partly exposed. I even wore larger pairs on top so that more underwear would fit me. It was meant to be a punishment as it was so thick that I could not ever wear any pants, making it so that my sisters and anyone else who came to our house saw me wearing a thick bunch of briefs together. I was dressed like this day and night for several days, wearing pants only when we left the house (Mom thinned down the underwear to allow pants to fit). At night I only wore my pajama top or a plain white undershirt and remained in my bulky multi-layered briefs, even in the wintertime.
My sisters teased me very frequently and mercilessly about having to wear so much underwear at a time without pants so that they could see me wearing it, while they could wear pants and use the toilet, whereas I pooped in my underwear like it was a diaper. I don't know what amused them more, the fact that I had on so much underwear, or the reason for wearing them that way. They liked to stick their butts in my face and make fake farting noises with their mouths, pointing out that they had jeans on and that girls didn’t go around in their underwear, much less wear so much of it at a time. They also loved to snap at my waistbands and would often sneak up behind me to do it. At least my underwear was much too thick for them to try giving me a wedgie, and they surely couldn’t “pants” me since there was so much underwear and it was on me so tightly.
While it was very embarrassing to have my sisters see me in not just my underwear, but that it was so bulky (especially in the rear where several double-seated layers stacked up and made my butt stand out even more), I thrived on this attention from them and their friends and enjoyed knowing that they saw me like this all the time. I derived some sort of secret pleasure from hearing girls talk about what I looked like. They made a point of not ever letting me see them in their underwear because they were girls, although they liked to compare their skimpy, colored panties to my plain white briefs, which they said looked like diapers, especially when I wore them so thickly in multiples.
While I eventually got my accidents somewhat under control and went to school wearing just one pair of underwear, I still continued to enjoy putting on several pairs of underwear at a time. After I was home I would go into my bedroom, close the door, take off my pants and put on a bunch of underwear to wear the rest of the day. I had to keep it thin enough to slip pants on, though, which I often had to do in a pinch. At night, when bedtime approached, I would wear a white undershirt or pajama top and about 20 to 30 pairs of underwear. As I had underwear in at least three sizes, I could fit the larger pairs over the smaller pairs. The outer pairs came up really high all around my body, not that it mattered since I had no pants on anyway. I tucked my shirt inside the innermost pair so that everyone could see my underwear in its entirety and also see the multiple waistbands. I would watch Saturday morning cartoons like this alongside my pajamas-clad sisters, and, long after my sisters had gotten dressed for the day, I would remain in my thick undies for as long as I could (sometimes all day long), until I eventually had to get dressed in order to leave the house, ehich on such days, was around noon or so.
I knew it was crazy, but I was quite the exhibitionist. Whenever my sisters had sleepover guests I'd go around and let them see me wearing a bunch of underwear. I made sure to bend over a lot to make my butt stand out even more, and I always made sure to have double-layered pairs on the top of the bunch (which after awhile would no longer fit as the newer underwear my mom bought did not have this prominent feature). I really liked hearing how girls reacted to seeing a boy indulging in his underwear like this. Some girls thought it was weird but most of them thought it was really funny and really cute. One of them even said she would get her brother to do the same thing (I don't know if she went through with it or not). One of my sisters was embarrassed by it, while the other sister encouraged her friends to call attention to my thick underwear, dwarfing my skinny bare legs. This behavior continued up until I was about 10 years old.
In case you're wondering, I did still have poop accidents once in a while, and I also had frequent bouts of diarrhea, but my Mom didn't want me to poop in my underwear on purpose like it was a diaper. I didn't wipe very well, so it was good that the extra underwear hid my skidmarks. My sisters also thought it made a good fart muffler.
At around age 12 I was approaching puberty. One night I was lying in bed wearing several pairs of tighty whities as, of course, I had done every night throughout my post-toddler childhood. I often rubbed myself through the massive fly fronts, as I had long ago discovered how incredibly good this feels, but one night it felt especially good and tingly, and I just had to keep going as my erection became more pronounced. I wasn't expecting the ejaculation, however, so when it happened I was scared, thinking I broke something. I got up, turned on the light and pulled down my thick set of underpants to inspect the "damage". I was surprised to see a med of thick, white goo. I had no idea what it was or why it happened. Of course I was back at it again the next night, and the night after that, assured that I had done nothing to injure myself, though I began to have concerns about any long-term effects. It still took me awhile after that to realize that most other boys did the same thing, though my method was different. It should come as no surprise that I had my first ejaculation in my thickly layered briefs. This has since been my sole method of masturbation (which I do in diapers now).
By this time I was in junior high school, and having gym class let me see a lot of my fellow male classmates in their underwear. Virtually all the boys wore tighty whities, and there was no ridiculing one another for it because it's what we all wore. I got excited looking at the boys bending over in their white undies, wishing that they had been wearing several pairs at a time. I had often wondered if other boys ever did this, and then one day, I found out that there was, in fact, at least one other boy who exhibited similar indulgences.
It happened in my 7th grade gym class. I was headed back to my locker after showering to re-dress. I noticed a boy whose underwear looked whiter and thicker, like he had several pairs on; It was a familiar sight. I could tell from having seen my own underwear like this lots of times, of course, that this was what he was wearing. As I approached him I saw that he was putting more underwear on over a big bunch of underwear that he was already wearing. This got me very, very excited, and I continued to watch, noting that he already had a bulging buttload of underwear on, and a big pile of briefs remaining to still be put on. I figured he must have had 40 pairs on by the time he was finished. The bell rang and I couldn't stick around to watch, as much as I wanted to.
Like I did at home, he tucked his shirt in beneath the innermost pair, so that his entire underwear was exposed, and you could see several waistbands stacked atop one another. He mostly wore Fruit of the Loom (two thin blue stripes), but he also had Hanes, K-Mart's house brand, Sears, JC Penney and several others I never had. Some pairs were double-seated. He apparently wore larger sizes on top as they went up higher and just looked bigger. You’d have thought we had the same mother.
One thing he did differently, however, was that he would alternate each pair so that one pair would go on the right way, and then the next pair would go on backwards with the fly front on his butt, and the seat on his front. He pulled these pairs up as high as they would go, which went up almost to the nipples on his chest.
Since he was at school, he had to wear pants. His pants were obviously sized so that they would fit over his underwear, though it still showed well above his pants (before it was considered cool to purposely expose one’s undergarments). He seemed to only have one pair of pants since I never saw him wearing any other pair. It should also be noted that he was a special ed kid, so he was likely given a pass instead of being marked tardy for his next class because of how much time it took for him to put all his underwear on.
While I was very excited to see a fellow boy indulging in his underwear, I also had a lot of questions I wanted to ask him. To this day I seriously regret not ever approaching him to ask him about his apparent underwear obsession, or becoming friends with him. I was afraid that doing so might compromise my few, existing precious friendships, and that I was already not very popular and was ridiculed by my classmates for other reasons. I wish I didn't care about those things then and figured that I had nothing to lose, popularity-wise.
I mainly wanted to know why he did this. I wanted to know if it was his choice or his parents' choice for him to come to school like this and what his reasons were for doing it. I wanted to know if he had any sisters who saw him like this, what they thought of this from a girl’s point of view, and what sort of involvement that they may have had in his underwear activities. It was very obvious that he used his underwear like a diaper since the innermost pairs were dingy and stained with poop and also wet from pee. Because of this he always smelled bad, too. I still wondered whether he did it because of incontinence, if it was some long-term punishment doled out by his parents, or if he was just eccentric. He clearly had no sense of shame and was not the least bit embarrassed by letting everyone in the locker room see him putting on a bunch of underwear that he had pooped in. Nobody made fun of him because it didn't matter to him. To add to his eccentricities, he also had a "He-Man" alter ego, and openly stated that he was a "fag" (this was when being labeled "gay" in school was a very, very bad thing).
While I may have finally mustered up the courage to approach him and ask him about his underwear situation (perhaps becoming his friend), I never had a chance to do this before he moved away. Off and on I have made several attempts to contact him through various online people-finding services but have had no luck. To vicariously experience how our friendship may have developed, I wrote a story called "What Might Have Been", which I will be happy to share with anyone who may be interested.
For the remainder of my adolescence and into my young adulthood I thought that I was the only one with such interests and experiences. Once I got on the Internet I finally realized that I was not alone and that other people had a diaper fetish (which I felt was integral to my experiences with underwear). I shared my experiences with others. It felt so good to feel comfortable sharing these experiences, being asked questions about it, and reading about other people's experiences (usually with diapers, though).
My hope for the future is that today's and tomorrow's generations will appreciate the fun and joy of wearing tighty whities. For me, no other color or type of underwear will do.
If you have read this far into the story, I thank you for taking the time to read it, and I hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to share your thoughts on this site and through my email address— yobrepaid.at.hotmail.dot.com. (Sorry, I don't use Facebook or other social media).
Also, please feel encouraged to share with me any similar such experiences and/or observations from your boyhood years, especially if sisters and/or other girls were at least in some way involved.
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Even if that succeeded, Deeker would probably pull some doctor who bullshit and keep popping up each time you thwart him. I just want a time machine so I can go back before I saw this thread.Ok who here wishes time travel was real, so we can go back in time and abort Deeker and pukestains like him?
Deeker said:Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ)
What is the premise, or the overall "back story" behind your drawings?
These drawings represent snapshots of families in which at least one boy and one girl live together as siblings to one another. The boys' and girls' ages are usually within a few years of each other, and while the girls are usually older than the boys, in some cases the girls are younger. Other boys and girls may also appear in the images as friends, cousins or babysitters.
In these families, the boys conspicuously wear and use diapers (both for pee and especially for poop) in the presence of their sisters and/or other girls, none of whom wear diapers themselves. This difference between the boys and the girls in these families creates a dynamic in which boys are thought of as being unclean, lazy and immature, whereas girls are more mature, modest, demure and self-disciplined, greatly concerned about their hygiene and how they present themselves, especially taking pride in the clothes that they wear. Some of the girls may be more open towards letting their brothers see them in their underwear as a gesture to show how they can keep their bodies clean and their butts thoroughly wiped.
The boys' diapers are not merely an incidental element in the eyes of their sisters, but are, in fact, a central focus of attention. The girls indulgently revel in not having to wear diapers themselves and immensely enjoy looking at their diapered brothers and pointing out the various attributes of their diapers, mostly the fact that they are so thick and high-rising. The pure plain whiteness of their brothers' diapers contrasts sharply with the skin tone of their bare, skinny legs, and the size of their big diapers dwarf their lanky bodies. These girls call attention to their brothers not ever being able to wear pants because of how thick their diapers are, thereby forcing them to wear their diapers in full view at all times. They point out the way their diaper usage makes them smell bad and how glad they are that the diapers are as thick and as high as they are. The girls especially enjoy looking at their brothers' diapered butts because this affords them the opportunity to gaze without their brothers being aware of their presence, plus the fact that this part of their diapers stands out the most and calls attention to the fact that there is probably a lot of stinky poop underneath all those thick, white bulky diaper layers. They often take candid photos and frequently affectionately pat or slap their brothers' diapered butts. For girls who change their brothers' diapers, when they see their brother's butt all padded up in layers of white cloth, they take great satisfaction in knowing that it was their hands that put those diapers on him.
While the boys may be embarrassed by the constant teasing and attention from their sisters (especially when friends who have not yet seen their diapered brothers come over to visit), they have been wearing diapers for a long time and have since come to accept their situation. For a lot of these boys, they secretly enjoy the attention and get a big adrenaline rush from showing off their diapers to girls. These boys generally will not admit these feelings nor share them, but a lot of girls are keen enough to see for themselves that their brothers like being teased for being stuck in diapers.
Most of the scenes depict the boys and their sisters engaging in innocent, everyday situations which may be common in most households, just that the boys happen to be in diapers. In some scenes the dialog and/or captions will be presented in context that is focused on the boys' diapers.
Why do the boys wear diapers?
For most of these boys, they have either failed toilet training or have proven themselves to be unable or unwilling to keep their underwear clean due to poor wiping habits, or continue to have frequent accidents out of laziness or apathy. In some cases the parents simply did not bother to try toilet training their sons in the first place, knowing how difficult boys tend to be when it comes to attempting to get them out of diapers.
Why do you only show boys wearing diapers and always show girls wearing pants and/or other clothes?
The drawings are based on my experiences and feelings about myself and other boys as a child, and how I perceived girls as influenced by how my sisters treated me for wearing diapers and having frequent poop accidents, because of my stubborn refusal to use the toilet.
When I was growing up I was often left to go around the house only wearing diapers and a shirt because of having frequent pooping accidents, partly as a punishment for not using the toilet. My diapers were extra thick to retain the poop so that the floor and the furniture would remain clean, but also so that I could not wear any pants over them as they would not fit, forcing me to let my sisters and their friends all see me in my diapers. My sisters took great pleasure in calling attention to my diapers, especially my butt where they could stare at me without me knowing it, plus, it's the part of me that they knew was the reason for me to be diapered in the first place. My sisters took great pride in being girls, telling me that girls don't poop themselves and don't wear diapers, which is why they get to wear pants and I don't. These impressions sank in very deeply and remained with me throughout my remaining childhood.
Why are all of the drawings basically the same thing, boys wearing diapers in the presence of their sisters?
That's what it takes for me to relate to these scenes. Early on, I did a number of scenes only showing boys without their sisters or other girls in the shot. I soon realized that there was not much I could do with these. All of the boys are equal to one another and there is no dynamic, no contrast. Sure, I could have a boy in the scene who does not wear diapers and mocks the others while bragging about not having to wear diapers himself. Still, this just wouldn't have much of an impact because of the way boys tend to interact with one another, and there are still a lot of elements that would not ideally contrast between a diapered boy and a non-diapered boy.
Put a girl in the picture and everything changes. Girls are fundamentally different from boys in many other ways (anatomically, obviously, but also in appearance and behavior), so having a girl see the boys wearing diapers makes the boys very aware of how different they are from their female counterparts in that their "underwear" is different, and how they eliminate their bodily wastes.
Having a girl see her brothers and other boys in diapers creates a much heightened level of embarrassment and awkwardness that would not happen if there were a non-diapered boy in her place. Many of us who were raised in families with opposite-sex siblings learned that there are some things boys and girls generally aren't supposed to do together once past a certain age (4 to 5 years old). These matters all concern nudity, modesty and toileting. Boys and girls shouldn't take baths or showers together, shouldn't use the toilet together (i.e., being in the bathroom together while one uses the toilet), should sleep in separate bedrooms, not dress and undress in front of each other, or even see each other in their underwear, much less naked. We learn that these situations are highly taboo and inappropriate as we develop a sense of privacy and a need to segregate brothers and sisters from each other in such situations where bodily differences are significant. I realize that some families are more liberal about household nudity, and of course some brothers and sisters do share bedrooms and may dress and undress in front of each other. In general, the traditional family tends to foster such a sense of privacy and modesty between boys and girls in each others' presence.
When a girl sees her brother in his diapers the boy becomes very self-conscious of the fact that his opposite-sex sibling sees him like this and she knows why he is diapered. He's essentially in just his underwear (and very thick underwear, at that) and he is also having to eliminate his bodily wastes in her presence, even if she can't necessarily see it (she may hear it and smell it, however). For some boys. they may even have to submit to allowing their sisters to change their diapers, which obviously involves seeing them naked and also having to allow their sisters to handle cleaning up their bodily messes. If the boy has a conventional sense of privacy and modesty instilled in him, this sort of situation flagrantly violates several familial customs. The boy may also see the blatant unfairness of having to submit to his sister like this, while she doesn't even let him see her in her underwear and that she can use the toilet in complete privacy.
Why do you show boys wearing several pairs of underwear (and presumably using them as diapers?)
I had the unusual experience of being "diapered" in several pairs of underwear (at least a dozen pairs, usually more) as a young boy, starting from around age 4. This was because I had outgrown the diapers and training pants that were readily available at the store and my mom figured this method was just as good in a pinch, and was since then used. Back then, most boys' underwear was plain white briefs. Many briefs also had an extra layer in the seat, presumably because of the fact that boys had a tendency not to wipe well, if at all. My sisters were quite eager to point out how my underwear was different from theirs. First of all, my underwear was all plain white, which made them look like diapers on me, especially when worn in such thick, bulky amounts. They had colored underwear, some with flowers and other patterns printed on them. My underwear rose up much higher on my body than their panties did on their bodies, which meant that it was always showing when I was wearing pants, but most of the time at home my underwear was fully exposed anyway (I even had to tuck my shirt into the inner waistbands so that my underwear would be fully visible). I also had underwear that was as much as three sizes larger so that I could wear more pairs at a time. These pairs, of course, came up even higher on me, going past my elbows in the rear. My sisters pointed out the extra layers in the seats and how this extra bulk created a more distinct bulge over my butt, making it look even more diaper like and calling attention to the fact that I pooped in them. My sisters liked to snap my multiple waistbands, noting the strong, wide elastic and the various stripe colors and patterns. The fly front, of course, was perhaps the most distinguishing feature that made my underwear uniquely boyish.
My sisters also made it a point to NEVER let me see them in their underwear or even go around the house in their underwear because, according to them, girls shouldn't go around like this and that boys should because they poop themselves and don't get to wear pants. The only time I ever saw the underwear my sisters wore was when it was in the laundry basket. My sisters didn't have nearly as much underwear as I did, as I remember seeing big, tall stacks of my folded underwear whenever my mom did the laundry. Every time we went to Sears or K-Mart my mom always bought me lots of underwear, which, of course, amused my sisters.
While it was not intended, I developed a great fondness for my underwear and enjoyed wearing it in multiples, even after I stopped having frequent poop accidents. I secretly enjoyed the attention that my sisters gave me for being a "diaper boy". I always went to bed wearing several pairs of underwear (and a shirt or pajama top, no bottom) and would often spend several hours before bedtime going around in several pairs of underwear. On non-school mornings I would remain in just my thick underwear for as long as I could while watching cartoons with my pajamas-clad sisters. I also enjoyed showing off my thick underwear to my sisters' sleepover guests, all of whom thought it was funny, while some also thought it was a bit weird.
Why do you make the boys and the girls in your drawings look so real?
This is just my style, my "signature", if you will. I know that a lot of the diaper-related artwork featured here utilizes methods that are distinctly cartoonish, particularly in the "manga" or "anime" style. I'm personally not too fond of this style and I've never sought to develop the skills to create artwork in this manner. Some people say this looks "creepy". If that's the impression you get, then so be it. I'm only trying to make things look the way they would in real life.
Why do the diapers rise up so high on the boys' bodies? Why are the boys' shirts so short?
I admit that this is a feature that I exaggerate. High-rising diapers serve several purposes. For one, they have more capacity, more material to contain the waste contents, plus, it's less likely to leak out of the top since it has so much farther to go. The high-rising diapers also draw more attention to themselves. Since the boys are not ever wearing any pants over them anyway, their diapers might as well go up higher rather than be limited to a height that, if worn with pants, would not show or show much.
As for the shirts, they are trimmed, or cut short so that the full rise of their diapers can be seen in their entirety. Presumably, the boys wear cheap T-shirts. Some wear white shirts to match their diapers while others wear colored shirts to provide contrast against the plain white diapers.
While I could also just show the boys without a shirt on, I have them wear shirts to further point out the specific absence of pants. "You can wear a shirt, but you can't wear pants." I always wore a shirt with my "diapers" myself as I was not comfortable not having a shirt on, even as a young boy.
What are "Thickies"?
"Thickies" are a fictional diaper brand that I created. They are high-rising ultra thick plain white cloth diapers intended to be conspiciuously worn by boys who refuse to be toilet trained or have too many accidents and don't deserve to wear pants around the house.
What is "Wear the Pants"?
"Wear the Pants" is a fictional organization of girls who have diaper-wearing brothers. Girls who are members of this organization are encouraged to exploit the differences between them and their brothers in that their brothers wear diapers and the girls do not, mostly by the fact that only the girls get to wear pants.
Where are the adults in these drawings?
In the Peanuts cartoons, you never saw any adult characters, and when they were presented out of frame talking to the children, they did not have distinct speech and would just say "wah wah wah", especially the schoolteacher. In spite of the visual absence of adult characters, one could safely presume that the children lived with their parents and were under adult supervision. The kids in these drawings obviously aren't going to be living by themselves and having a home without parental support, and besides, who pays for all the boys' diapers? Parents and other adults do occasionally appear, but most of the time they are out of frame or just not in the immediate presence of the children.
Why do you have so many drawings like this?
I just like to make them. I have a creative mind (which is why we're all here, after all, to share our creativity) and an admittedly eccentric imagination. Perhaps it's a bit of an obsession, but believe me, I do other things outside of these interests. These drawings have been created over several years, and I don't always work on them every day.
Why do you make these drawings?
I make these drawings for a number of reasons, mainly to express myself and share with others my particular worldview and the experiences that inspire me to create these drawings. I know there are other people out there who have had similar experiences or have at least observed situations such as mine, and would likely appreciate knowing that they are not alone. I have a lot of creative energy and a vivid imagination, so I need an outlet for this. I have also written stories.
I also just like to reminisce upon this part of my boyhood when life was simpler and more innocent. Wearing and using diapers past a "normal" diaper-wearing age had a very big impact on me as a boy and was a very significant part of my formative years, so it's only natural that these experiences have remained vivid and familiar to me in my mind. As I grew up these feelings never went away and have stayed with me for all of my life. I find the activity of making these drawings and writing stories to be a safe and enjoyable way to explore these feelings.
Are you some crazy freak? This stuff is really weird.
Yes, this sort of thing is, I'll admit, rather strange. It's not the sort of thing that most people have observed or experienced, so it's natural for a lot of people to not understand it. I know that how I was raised and how my toileting problems were dealt with contributed a lot to how I am today and why I spend so much time on these interests. I do see myself as a bit of an eccentric. A lot of artistic and creative people are quirky in various ways, after all. Still, you wouldn't know it just by looking at me. To most people, I'm just an ordinary guy who holds down a steady job and makes a modest living, and for the most part, leads a rather uneventful life. I'm not married and I have no children. I don't drink or smoke, and I don't enjoy sports or do a lot of the typical "guy" things. I enjoy bowling, snow skiing, listening to rock music and watching movies and TV shows. I enjoy eating out at several area restaurants. I regularly spend time with my family. I also enjoy photography and videography, especially clouds and other weather, and autumn foliage. I'm also a big-time cat lover (which is why cats are sometimes shown in my drawings).
So as you can see, while the interests that I exhibit here in my gallery are only focused on my unusual experiences with diapers and underwear, I do live a balanced life that includes other things that normal people do. That said, I've often considered the possibility that I may have some degree of Asperger's, which, among other things, is evidenced by my lack of social skills and is likely one of the reasons I have had few girlfriends and have only had brief relationships that have been few and far between. I'm happy with my life and I see no reason to change anything.
I don't have the time to download all your drawings. Can you send them to me in .zip files?
Sure. Just drop me a line at yobrepaid@hotmail.com. While you're at it, tell me a little about yourself and your experiences and/or observations with wearing diapers.