Last night, TLC’s “My Crazy Obsession” took us inside Stanley’s world. It’s a world of diapers, baby powder, onsies, pacifiers and bottles. The 31-year-old is proud to to call himself an adult baby for the last 18 years. He gets satisfaction from acting like a toddler up to eight hours a day and says, “It’s not sexual.” Although there are people who do baby role playing in a sexual way, Stanley’s more into crib toys than sex toys. Sadly, he says this obsession stems from an abusive childhood, and the adult baby role play helps him feel the safety he didn’t feel as a child. Much like the urine drinker on “My Strange Addiction,” it felt vaguely exploitative to watch Stanley get burped and swaddled. I felt almost too uncomfortable to watch. I hope in addition to seeking an “adult baby mommy” that he’ll find the help he needs to feel safe and cared for in the world. Like, without giant diapers.
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I know what I’m watching this evening. This week’s episode of National Geographic’s “Taboo” features Stanley Thorton, an adult baby. The 29-year-old sleeps in a crib he built himself, plays with Legos, and is spoon and bottle-fed by Sandra Diaz, his “caretaker.” No, they are not lovers. And yes, in case you were wondering, he wears diapers. In public, Stanley behaves and dresses as an adult man, but at home, it’s all baby, all the time. This is not a sexual fetish for Stanley, it’s about recapturing the love and care of early childhood and “relaxing” after a long day. More please. [Huffington Post] Keep reading »
Halloween is a magical time when you can be who you want to be. And that really helps you do who you want to do! The pagan celebration can be like Christmas for hoochie mamas or a big break on “Saturday Night Live” for a funny girl. Either way, you’re guaranteed attention based on your clever or sexy disguise. So to help you decide whether you want to bust out like skanky JWoww or brainy Tina Fey, our “Halloween Costume Face-Off: Sexy Vs. Funny,” after the jump. Keep reading »
On a recent trip to my childhood home I sat in my kitchen in a daze. I was daydreaming about my childhood self playing in the corner of the room where my toy kitchen set used to be. I spent hours in front of that mini-kitchen and despite all the playtime back then, today I dread stepping foot into a real kitchen to cook real food. But I know if I could still play in that fake kitchen I’d be having the time of my life. In my daydreaming, fantasy world childhood items were not deemed inappropriate for adults. During that whole longing to be young again moment, I remembered a post I wrote a few weeks ago on the exact opposite topic, Grown Up Things For The Little Ones. So to add a little balance to the Frisky, here’s a list of childhood items that adults should totally be allowed to enjoy, even if they’re meant for youngsters:
Sure it’s a pain to go to the bathroom while wearing a onsie but that doesn’t make it a less fun PJ substitute. It’s practically a shame that most people can’t even remember the day when they sported the one-piece pajama. The foot covers alone guarantee feeling little again. [Pajama City]