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Tuesday, July 08, 2003

On the topics of Sex and Family...
There comes a time in every young person's life when they find themselves in a particulary disturbing predicament. That fateful day is sure to come at the most inopportune time, such as a family gathering when you've brought your new boyfriend home for the first time, or the perhaps first time you bring your devoutly christian roomate home. No matter what the occasion there comes the day when your parents and extended family have subconsiously decided as a group that you are no longer their 'little girl' and that you no longer need your ears or eyes covered to be protected from lude comments or actions. No instead they accept you as 'one of them' yes my friends you read that right, you are all of the sudden considered an equal. Now I know what you're thinking, this doesn't neccesarily sound like such a bad thing. You no longer have to go to bed early, you are now allowed to have a beer with your old Man without the fear of Mom finding out. All of this freedom can be overwhelming for a young squirt and sometimes can find you in the most uncomfortable circumstances. Take for instance my 4th of July weekend. There I was having a simple conversation with my mother, aunts and cousins, when the topic of discussion gets precariously close to being X-rated. One minute my uncle's 'live in' is complaining about staying in the camper because she's not used to camping and the next thing I know out it comes "well Jeff wanted to do something I just didn't want to do last night because it makes me uncomfortable in a camper." This comment didn't bother me too much since I don't pay a whole lot of attention to the ramblings of my challenged neighbor. There was however, a comment that made me choke on my caffeine free diet dr. pepper...when my Mother suddenly exclaims "those are the times when you just lay there on the bottom till it's over." My Aunt's response was "why is it that men always get horny when you go camping?" This is where I zoned out of the conversation for my own personal mental health and tried my hardest to find my happy place without it being forever perverted. Now I know, it's not like you don't know that your parents have sex, that's not the point. I'm glad they still have sex. That's a great thing, but sometimes you just don't need or want to know any details about the subject.

♥Oh, so vintage... 3:10 PM


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