“It’s late on a warm Thursday night in April, and William Windsor heads to the checkout stand at the Fry’s supermarket at 20th Street and Highland Avenue, in central Phoenix. Customers and cashiers stare at the 5-foot-11, 180-pound man, who is dressed in a pink bonnet, pink shorty dress, and white patent leather shoes. Gold heart-shaped earrings twinkle beneath his carefully curled hair. Under his dress, you can see his diaper. He takes his place in line with a carry-all basket full of juice and Gerber baby food. ‘Oh shit! It’s Baby Man,’ says one cashier, a Hispanic kid who’s heard the legend but has never been a witness to the spectacle. ‘It’s like Sasquatch!’ he says. ‘You don’t believe it exists until you see it.’ And even then, you’re likely to think Baby Man is the star of a hidden-camera TV show, a singing telegram, or maybe on his way to a costume party. But Windsor is for real. This is no spoof. The customers waiting in line behind Windsor — a 54-year-old semi-retired singer and actor, and ‘full-time adult baby/diaper lover’ (AB/DL) — are giggling, then grimacing. But Windsor seems oblivious… But unlike William Windsor, the vast majority of adult babies keep the fetish under wraps — going only so far as to wear a diaper under their jeans or three-piece suits — so they can function in the straight world. Windsor, though, doesn’t worry anymore about keeping ‘the baby thing,’ as he calls it, a secret. And he thinks he’s the only adult baby in the U.S. (and he’s been searching for nearly two years) who sleeps, eats, pays bills, runs daily errands, shops at the grocery store, and occasionally drinks beer at a local tavern — i.e., who lives this way — 24/7, 365 days a year.” —Phoenix New Times (US)

(Thanks to hludens for the link.)

This is a long, fascinating, and must-read profile of William Windsor, who is possibly the only “out” adult baby in the world.

Though there are many questions Mr. Windsor’s lifestyle raises, it’s hard not to wonder whether what he does — what he is — is perverse. After all, the more openly he has lived as an adult baby, the less frequently he seems to have had sexual relations. (He mentions in the article that he’s now been celibate for nine years and that, prior to being celibate, having sex in his diapers made him feel sort of dirty.) His fetish is therefore asexual or perhaps even antisexual. Is it perverse if it’s not libidinal? Or to put the question another way, does sexuality belong to the essence of perversion? Or can something be perverse even if there’s nothing the least bit erotic about it?

On one hand, given that Mr. Windsor’s lifestyle lacks an obvious erotic component, it would be easy to think that he’s not doing anything fundamentally different than an Elvis impersonator. Basically he’s playing dress-up. And when you look at it that way, doesn’t everybody? And yet, on the other hand, there is definitely something extreme about dedicating your entire life to this game of dress-up. If an Elvis impersonator were to go around 24/7 as Elvis, you might think he was crazy. And perhaps it’s precisely that — the completeness of his fetish — that makes Mr. Windsor bizarre. It’s one thing to want to make in a diaper, it’s another thing to consciously reverse your potty-training so that you can’t help but make in a diaper.

And yet, then again, isn’t there something noble and courageous about having the guts to live your life the way you want to live it, no matter how bizarre it may seem to others? If you think you’re courageous for living your “alternative” lifestyle, go read about this guy. It takes some serious balls to live your life as a baby girl.

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