I rarely speak unless spoken to, or much at all really but i do moan and whimper a lot... I know i am not what most are looking for and i am not here to waste anyone's time, including my own. I'll take you at face value so if your profile or message gives me the feeling that we aren't compatible, i'll probably just say i'm not interested but i will at least say that...

I want to find my home, where i can be myself for once, and forever. I can be a lot of things, have been a lot of things for other people, but i've learned that if i can't be myself first, then it just won't work out. I'm still learning about myself and the world, and though i hope we can all grow together, i won't force change for anything or anyone, no matter how lonely it gets...

Ah, dreams... i wish i could wear diapers all the time and lose control of my bladder so i need them, and be trained so my thing stays hard whenever i'm not wearing one. I'm not really an adult baby, more like a middle-little who can't give up his diapees and blankee. It's not like role play, more like the real me is still twelve and it's always been impossible for me to act my real age. It seems like my tummy hurts all the time now, i hate dreaming... I'm picky about who touches me because once you do, i can't say no... i just want to go home, but I don't know where that is yet.

I should have called myself PeterPanSexual, Mommy's boy and Daddy's toy, or vicey versey...

A punch thrown without love never really connects. What I mean when I say I deserve to be abused is more along the lines of living up to my potential as a sexual being than getting hit with stuff, though I do need to be slapped back down to earth frequently. However you define the word, abuse, for me, is meaningless without cuddles and hugs, and delicious defilement. While we're doing this violently tender dance called life, I will unquestioningly drink in all that comes out of you Mommy, Daddy, but will you still want to kiss me with blood in my hair and piss on my lips?