Making stories that people CUM to read, worldwide since 2003.
I have been writing professionally since 2003. I began writing these types of stories with an EDGE of realism and such detail that when the imagination creates the images, it can not distinguish between imagination and reality. Blurring the imaginary lines between imagination and reality. The truth is, like it is said in The Matrix, "Your Mind Makes it Real."
That...is the distinct EDGE that I have here....
I began back in the summer of 2002 writing a couple of very detailed stories based on the reoccuring vivid dreams I kept having. In the midst of raising an adopted son, managing a marriage, and my own life, writing was how I made sense of life.
Since I was 5, I have had a fascination with Lodal Evo manual side loader trash trucks, between the years 1976 and 1979.
One of these used to come down the alley behind my house near 6rh street and Treat Ave, and one came to collect trash in front of one of the other houses I lived at near Columbus and 22nd street in Tucson, AZ.
Many, many times I would run out on trash day to watch my diapers and a few of my clothes from time to time, being crushed into the removable and dumpable packer container. There were quite a few times when I was standing near the curb wearing a modified Huggies or Pampers Diaper
(There were no available diapers that fit me yet back then, youth and adult diapers were still a concept)
I had been to many urologists and psychogists to figure out why I was having wetting accidents. To that end, no one was able to come to any conclusion. Nor could I for that matter. I was busy trying to live....and just be ME, and having to fight off everyone's austintacious attempts at forcing me to conform.
Looking back, I saw those times as a rebel-building era.....a time when my fight for freedom, was just begining! I was just adjusting to becoming ME....and realizing that not all of my parts, could keep up!
My step-mother came into our lives and she found out that I used diapers and she imnediately went to seek advice on how to deal with that. Someone she spoke to, with a degree in psychology mind you, instructed her to begin treating me like a toddler. Restricting my freedom to being in eyesight and earshot at all times, allowing me to wear my diapers around the house with just a t-shirt and flip-flops, and even restricting me to my bedroom at times for naptime.
As a pre-teen, back in the mid 1980's, I did a lot of writing on paper. I kept a black binder full of my stories, ideas and concept writings.....in my dresser drawer or sometimes ubder my trundle bed or even on the shelf in the closet.
Since I had to share the room with my younger adoptive brother, it was rather combersome to deal with having my step-mother change my thick disposable diapers or hand me my diapers to change into and out of when she wasn't available to do it for me.
I have stood there, many, many, many times as a pre-teen and teen, watching my diapers being compacted and imagining my diapered self in there with them and what that would be like. Most of the stories I have written thus far, are inspired by or requested by, others, and there have been a sleu of people asking me to write them stories. There still are too.
I write these stories as though I am the character in the story....it's like.....being an actor.....I...play the role, say what they would say in the situational context, and respond to the other characters in that situation. I get SO involved in each character, that I nearly become them in the moment, and in reality, I AM that character for that period of time. That...is a clear cut sign of a natural method actor!
I always write, from a basis of realism, within a fictional yet plausible world.
In reality, the world actually IS how you nake it, so, like starting off writing a work of fiction, it natually takes on a life of it's own (The story that is...) because, temporally speaking, each of my stories really IS playing out in reality aling one of the infinite trmporal strings of this plane we call reality all occuring simultaneously.
Did you know that a single disposable diaper can take up to 500 years to biodegrade in a landfill? Or, that 50 million disposable diapers are being thrown away every single day in the US?
That being said, I personally can attest to seeing nearly an entire hopper's worth of loose disposable diapers inside one of the classic Lodal Evo Manual Sode-loading trash trucks from 1976-1979.
Later on in my adult life, I spent entire weeks sometimes, on the internet researching garbology, rules of trash collection, unspiken rules of trash collection, (IE: Trash collectors are only allowed to lift 50 pound trash bags max, landfills have waste acceptance policies that do not specifically state that they cannot take human remains or if they are alive or dead because if they were not allowed to take human remains, they would have listed them in their waste-rejection regulations on their websites!)
It took me nearly 15 whole years of research to realize that humans are a source of valuable energy, and when burned in a waste-to-energy plant, they would cobtribute to the transformation of and generation of electrical energy as well as cease taking up valuable real estate!
Most of my research goes into each of my stories. I have foubd over 16 various landfills and a couple of waste-to-energy plants that once agreed to take me as waste, alive or dead. I have some audio from three recorded phone conversations with landfills who stated they would take me.
*See this link to an earlier post on this blog on that subject:
Enjoy reading all of the stories here.
If there is a story that you wish ne to write, involving the subjects seen here on this blog, you are free to email me at: disposalstoriesinc@gmail.com.
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