Wow, that was one busy weekend! Playing D&D on Friday, then all day Saturday I was four hours' drive north to play with an ensemble at an event, and then Sunday I had to get things ready for the first D&D session I've run for a while, and then run it. But everything turned out OK! The D&D game, I'm told, was fun, and everybody seemed to enjoy the music! I sure enjoyed it. It was just ... one thing after another with no breaks.

Saturday night and into Sunday morning I had a long conversation with a friend on a drive home, about sexuality, and gender, and the expectations of society. No, I won't be telling you what he told me ... those secrets are his, not mine. But I can tell you what I told him ... not very much. He knows I'm kinky and have fetishes, but not exactly what they are. I was considering telling him some of it, but then ... well I have to reveal one thing. He's very openminded about a lot of things, but he's uncomfortable about crossdressers -- it's an emotional reaction that he knows is irrational, but there it is. So, since I'm kind of a crossdresser, sort of (though I dress as a toddler girl, not a grown woman), I didn't want to go that way. I'm reminded of people who don't tell their spouses that they're adult babies because they've had indications that they wouldn't approve. Will I get around to telling him the details someday? Probably. For now, he knows about BDSM and fetishes and understands, and that's really good.

After the D&D game on Sunday night, we went out to eat with a friend or two, and then one of them came back to our place. I had to do the usual Sunday night ritual of bill-paying, but it was OK, since TJ wanted to talk to him alone in the living room. I think she likes him. But I heard her mention me a couple times, and once she took him into the room that she keeps all her BDSM fiction and nonfiction books in, to show him her collection. The problem is that it's also the room I keep all my AB/DL stuff in, although it's in the closet. I just wish she wouldn't show people that room without letting me know first, so I can make sure the closet door is closed!

I didn't have a chance to do anything ABish all weekend, although I was wearing the usual training panties constantly -- it's not as if I use them like diapers, though. Still, there a nice "reminder" of sorts, helping me maintain a connection to that part of myself when real life won't let me maintain any other sort of connection.

To work today I wore an actual diaper (AbriForm X-Plus) under my training panties and plastic panties over them. Since the California HBO thing I've only been in diapers once, and that was at night. I've been feeling as if I've somehow become more responsible in the AB/DL world, and as if responsible people aren't allowed to have fun. That second part's not fair, and I'm not going to accept it. So there.