The story of the diaper pride flag I created begins with my creation of a logo for my blog.
The Story of My Logo:
On Thursday, I took it upon myself to make a logo for my blog. I have wanted to make a logo for a while, probably since 2018, but I figured it was finally time to pull the trigger. I thought about buying or commissioning a logo, but I decided to try my hand at one first. I’m pretty happy with the result, so I think I’ll be sticking with my design—at least for a while.
My logo is meant to be two letter Ds, one nested inside the other. The Ds, of course, stand for Diaper Demigod. Both of the Ds are roughly in the shape of a diaper and the inner D is filled in to look like a diaper. I had a hard time settling on a color for the outer D, but I went with a golden color in the end to try and evoke the same feel of strength and power that the word “Demigod” has. I don’t think it fully works, but it was close enough for me and I couldn’t think of a better option.
The text on the left side of the golden D is also meant to evoke the idea of a demigod. When I think of the concept of a demigod, I think of Greek mythology, so I used Google Translate to translate “Diaper Demigod” into Greek. Now, I have no knowledge of the language, so I’m not at all sure how good the translation is, but I hope it’s right. Even if it’s off in some way, the look of the letters definitely brings out the “Greek myth” feel I was going for.
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As you may or may not have noticed, it was rare for me to post pictures of myself during the original run of my blog. Well, no promises (or threats), but that might change going forward. I’m no longer as afraid as I used to be about being ‘found out’ due to posting diaper pics online.
Now, I don’t think privacy was the only reason I abstained from posting personal pictures. I think another reason was that I didn’t want to offend anybody’s delicate sensibilities with the sight of a diapered male or the sight of a wet diaper on said male (which is tough, since my diapers are almost always wet). Hey, no judgement; I completely understand if you don’t like the aesthetics of those things. I personally stay away from images of males in diapers for the most part. But, in the end, this is my blog and I’m going to show myself on it if I feel like I look decent enough for public eyes.
When I post pictures, I’ll probably have my bed in the background, and visible on that bed will probably be one or both of the blankets I use the most. One is a Lego Batman quilt and the other is a Spider-Man Homecoming plush throw. I got these blankets in preparation for going off to college, which was a choice I ended up regretting to some degree, since they didn’t exactly speak to the maturity I wanted to project. Anyway, no, if you’re thinking this has something to do with age regression, it doesn’t. I don’t do that. I just like superheroes A LOT.
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This is just a quick announcement post to let everyone know that I’ve upgraded my blog with a .com domain name. Now all you have to do to reach my site is type “diaperdemigod.com” into your favorite web browser! Cool, right?
I’m hoping this will make my site easier to come across and easier to remember. Maybe things won’t work out that way, but I’ll be happy regardless because I mostly just wanted a .com domain name for the aesthetics of it.
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I don’t know where to start. It’s been almost three years since I began this blog and more than two years since I last posted to it. I loved doing this blog and I never intended to stop posting. At the end of the summer of 2018, when I was about to return to my university, I figured I would have to post less frequently, but I still wanted to post. I certainly still had diaper adventures.
Wow! I’ve had so much happen in my diaper life since I stopped posting. I want to share everything on this blog, but I’m not going to do so immediately. It would be way too much; plus, if I shared everything in my first post, I wouldn’t have anything with which to bait you wonderful readers into checking back in. Well, that’s not entirely right, since I have diapers in my future as well as in my past, but still. Back to what I said before: I can’t begin to unpack the last two to three years in one post!
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For the majority of the time since I started buying diapers for myself, I didn’t like wearing diapers to bed. I had several reasons for this, some being:
- I couldn’t enjoy the diapers in my sleep
- I couldn’t use the diapers in my sleep
- A diaper combined with my blanket made me too hot
- Waking up in a sweaty diaper felt bad, and that’s how I always woke up in one
- Tossing and turning in my sleep put a lot of mileage on diapers, crumpling them and such
- Sleep movements and length sometimes caused leaks
- Peeing while laying in bed, just before or after sleep, often led to leaks
With such an extensive list of problems, I’m sure it’s clear I tried wearing to bed many times without many positive experiences. Indeed, I tried over and over; in theory, wearing to bed was fine at worst, but in practice it was fine at best.
So, what changed my attitude? I don’t know, really, but I can speculate.
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I wrote a post on Sunday about how I was running low on diapers and trying to decide what to do about it. Out of four options, I was leaning toward the second, which was to buy a pack of GoodNites and ration them once I ran out of my Prevail and NorthShore briefs. But “leaning” isn’t much of a commitment, so at the end of the post I promised an update on my decision once I was more sure.
One thing I’ve done (though it hasn’t been completely intentional) that has helped me decide is I haven’t worn a diaper since Sunday, even though I have briefs available.
That has allowed me to eliminate my third option from consideration. That option was to continue business as usual (diapered 24/7) until I ran out of briefs and then go cold turkey. It was an option because I wasn’t sure I could handle option four, rationing my remaining briefs (and not buying more). Now that I know I could handle option four, it has become more of a possibility.
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At one point toward the end of last semester, I had a close call with being found out by my roommate when he walked into a public bathroom while I was changing my diaper in a stall. Read on for the details. . . .
While I sometimes changed my diaper in the bathroom I shared with my roommate when he was home, I don’t think he ever realized what I was doing in there. At least, he gave no indication he did. And he was always pretty absorbed in his own world (I’d say more than most people) so it makes sense he would never figure me out.
But public bathrooms are a different beast. It’s way less private in there. Stall walls don’t reach the floor, and there’s often a substantial gap between stall doors and stall walls that’s easy to see through, even when you’re not trying to. Plus, sound travels well and echoes.
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A week or two ago, my family briefly talked about adult diapers at dinner. I found this very strange and interesting. I meant to write up the conversation in a post the day it happened, but it slipped my mind. Then I kept forgetting to do it until now, when instead of a super-accurate transcript of the conversation, all I can provide is a good approximation of what was said. Oh, well. Here it goes:
I think my entire family, myself included, looked up from our plates to the TV when an adult diaper commercial started toward the end of dinner. I don’t know what caused us all to look. Maybe the commercial was louder than the others. Anyway, as is a pretty usual thing for me, as soon as I realized what the commercial was for, I removed my eyes to seem disinterested.
I think a laugh from my sister was what prompted my mom to say something about the commercial, but maybe my sister didn’t laugh and she just decided to say something. What my mom said surprised me. It was something along the lines of, “I wanna get some of those.”
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