Virginia is for DiaperLovers #3 – Start at the End

Holy heck friends, it’s all over finally! This has been a wild summer but the last 3 weeks have been wilder! Tiny content warning for family/age/random trans stuff.

It all started with my Doctors appointment and good news and has continued with the goodness. On Sept 11th I went to Virginia, on the 14th I went to Shenandoah Nt’l Park, on the 17th I came back, went to the Renn Faire, hired a plumber for an emergency (never fun coming back to one), did as much editing as I could until the 20th when my Mom came to visit. Spent the last few days hanging out with my Mom, seeing the sites etc, I feel i haven’t had a home cooked meal in a month, I have walked over 10k steps everyday for the last 3 weeks. I have been eating like a horse loose in the green bin and i’m bent over as my congenital back issues are worse then they’ve ever been… but what’s on my face? A big ol’ smile.

Some of these pictures are the best pictures i’ve ever taken, some are sloppy and fun, some are a stark reminder of my age. I have been preparing myself for the effects of aging my whole life, and I just have to puff out my chest and realize i’m beautiful and people love my cuteness and crinkles, regardless of the wrinkles. Back before “Demotivators” were a meme, a guy I knew started it with this and I think of it often.

I try to live my life on this platform as an example, show folks you can age naturally, not edit out blemishes etc and still be happy and proud in your body. I do a little color editing but I see so much of the internet is vaseline and that same smooth barbie/kardashian face that I think is just homogeneity and marketing and generally bad for society, womens esteem etc. Never pay someone who says they will make you beautiful, send you to heaven or set you free. Don’t Pay The Ferryman.

What the heckers does this have to do with Virginia or Diapers? Nothing Really, it’s just the end of a long, long holiday and i’m aimlessly reflecting like a disco ball. I’ve lived a full life, and my face and body reflect it, I’m a well traveled girl πŸ™‚ I spent the last few days with my Mom, who looks great for her age, despite not being a person who cares about cosmetics whatsoever. She also has MS and any number of other health issues but still keeps at it, is incredibly tenacious. We’ve made peace with the stuff that happened during my childhood, and while some of it was unforgivable, time and terminal illness heals all wounds. Glad we’re part of each others lives, though a couple days every 6 months is enough for the both of us.

Pics are from a play area in Virginia, some friendly horseys and some lovely quiet lake views! I’m being such a tease because I have a million cute diaper pics and i’m playing coy with them. Lots of diapers coming tomorrow, I promise!!! Here’s one from the top of the mountain as a little preview πŸ™‚

She also dropped at ton of pics from when I was a kid, going to post a few to my Patreon but here’s a couple when I was 18 when I went to Beijing πŸ™‚ I have a vagabond spirit, so does my Mom, until recently I never lived in the same place for more than a few years, travel is in my heart, and hope to continue with my live meetings and so-on, I miss being a Mommy to strange diaper friends. I want to meet some new friends, I have been disposing of some old “friends” who took advantage of me when I was unhealthy or didn’t support my recovery, I am doing great and don’t need people like that dragging me down. It’s a good time to burn leaves, branches, bridges, if they lead to rotten things. I used to compromise my integrity a lot, hungout with people who didn’t have my best interest. Glad I have moved on, my family treats me like a new person, people on the internet seem to like this healthy, active version of me, one of the greatest fears of putting yourself out there, being rejected, but I have a big note on my desk that says:

“It’s OK to be wrong. It’s OK to fail. You’re Unafraid to Make Mistakes”

I also have a note that says “Maybe Happy Things Make Me Sad Because I Know They Won’t Last” and “Diapers are My Yarmulke” (meaning they provide humility, deference to universe). Let’s just say the wisdom of my desknotes is hit-and-miss to say the least.

Ok, this post is going wayyy off the rails. Here’s a couple china pics, going on a little adventure today, my friend has doctors appointments everyday this week so i’ll be a busy girl advocating for someone I love, on top of doing some editing and starting to reach a conclusion on the Kat thing. Busy busy girl, but happy, smiley and full of life!!! More tomorrow!!!

Virginia is for Diaper Lovers #2: Pork Country

CW: Transphobia and Hamophobia

I often question if the main issue cisgender men have with transwomen is the average cisdude couldn’t possibly imagine losing their virility or genitals. They identify strongly with their dicks and ability to get erections, it’s a big confidence factor especially among ones peers. Same with non-diapered people v diapered people, peeing your pants or wearing diapers is like worse case scenario for many folks, they can’t stretch their empathy/worldview/disbelief and know their perspective may not be shared with everyone. I try to be openminded, even if I didn’t have a strong inherent desire to wear diapers i’d probably give it a shot, i’d do anything once, try anything twice, and like Mae West, “if I like it, 3 times to make sure”

I feel the same way about the South and their xenophobic nature in regards to religion. Once I left Gettysburg heading South it became clear that pork rules the day, every place was a BBQ place, every mascot was a silly smiling pig or clinical dissection chart, nothing in-between. Imagine sitting down to someone in this town and explaining “naw, even if ribs were touchin’ we’d never swallow the ham“. Always reminds me of Homer going “No Meat? What do they eat, lightbulbs?”

Though I have the utmost respect for my veggie/vegan friends, they call me RileyBBQ for a reason, this little girl loves some brisket and smoked meats πŸ™‚

Travel exposes us to different cultures but this trip I plan on only exposing myself, as I need a break from the exposΓ©s. I want my skin to touch the sun, I want to eat like a fool and shirk my obligations. Since I started StayKinky in the months leading up to the pandemic I have been totally nose to the grindstone, even my trips are for family/obligation or content mostly, flying to LA to do a bit of media or filming up in Ptown or family back in Sac. Then I come back and jump back on the editing/publishing wheel.

And for real, I LOVE IT, I love making content, it’s what I want to do with my life. I love sharing my life and expressing myself, I love taking pictures of my ass, I love being a solo studio that blows a bunch of the hardcore studios away. I love the positive feedback and the hate is thin on the ground, especially since focusing away from Social Media. I feel purpose when I hear my posts inspire others, to share or to simply be. I’m singing the songs I want to sing. I don’t get astronomical numbers but I accepted a long time ago that I have a limited audience and instead of trying to go for some wide appeal, I just want to serve content to those who’ll have me, and rise above the rest. Living well is the best, and i’m so glad to have a small, attentive audience than a million likes but no love.

I need a break though. I got through a “life is great” to “fuuuck i’m depressed” cycle that’s often spurned by exhaustion, life gets overwhelming and I shut down. So I’m going to spend more time in hotel rooms doing what I want to do. When you work from home, are self-employed, you work for a cruel boss and you work all day everyday, i’ve been in such an editing deficit that I fill every waking moment where i’m *not* doing some other kind of work with editing. “time to take a break from cleaning the kitchen to edit”, “just ran errands, time to relax with some editing”, my playstation is considering leaving me, it says it wants to go somewhere it’s appreciated. My family are *aholics, mostly workaholics but various other kinds as well, we’re busy people, survivors.

So I packed up some diapers and dresses and my dear friend and got on the Country Roads to the South, to Shenandoah, to take off some weight and enjoy my beautiful diapered trans life.

Diaper Rainbow

It’s weeks like this that make it all worthwhile.

More stuff soon. Enjoy the piggy pics and smiles from the road. In the present: the next 3 days for me are family family family so might be a day or so until the next post, which is going to be very wet and wild πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ Thanks for listening. More stuff soon!

Song of the Day: Nelly – Country Grammar or Cake – War Pigs (Sabbath is better but this is good too)

Virginia is For Diaper Lovers #1 – Plogger

Hi there friends!!! It’s little Riley back home in the North ready to tell the story of her long adventure into the crusts of the South! I didn’t get 100 miles from the Mason-Dixon but I did get some down-home cookin’ and more than a few spectacular views and serene moments in nature. I really treasured this time on the road and it’s set in motion more exciting travel in the future! So let’s get to it!!!

I plan on telling this story in a bunch of ways, some I haven’t really figured out yet, but I want to start telling it while it is still fresh in my metaphorical soul.

β€œThe story is not in the plot but in the telling.” says Ursula K Le Guin, while Ibsen said “a picture is worth a thousand words”, so let’s allow the photos to start the telling while I figure out the rest. These are all the pics of myself taken with the DSLR, which I learned a so much about this trip!

I will start the story in the next post too, this is pre-flight check, make sure you’re properly comfy and ready to go on a wonderfully diapered, green, sky-high adventure!

Coming up are some video logs, or vlogs, today is just a little picture blog, a plog, with just a little wrogging to fill it out. Next post is going to include some of the best photos i’ve ever taken. Coming tomorrow! I have a busy next couple days hosting some travelers so lots of pics coming in while I write and think and catch up on my other projects, including a breast growth diary and a follow-up on the latest accountability project and my 3 Big Asks.

Thanks and i’ll end it with a pretty friend I encountered on a trail πŸ™‚

StayDiapered friends ❀

Song of the Day: The Cure – Pictures of You

You Put The Wrong Emphasis on the Wrong Syllable

I often lie awake at night thinking about this clip form the terrible 2003 Mike Myers/Gwen Paltrow movie “A View from the Top”.

But that’s not what this post is about! I’m editing some awesome pics and more from my Shenandoah adventure and I need to dive deep into that, so here’s some cute pics to tide you over, raw and unedited :):) Biggest hugs friends, i’ve got a really busy week ahead on top of all the editing so expect few words and lots of pics!!! Thanks and more stuff soooooooon!!!

And here’s a little unlisted preview video that I posted on my Patreon a week ago! Be sure to check it out if you want to support my content and get cute little things in your inbox!