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Hmmm. I just got an email from my mother, whom I love dearly and wouldn't trade for the world, asking me if I have a blog. Sigh. So here are my options:
1) Lie. The easiest, but it feels mean and I don't want to like to my mother, whom I love dearly and wouldn't trade for the world. I would rather she just not have asked.
2) Tell the truth. But how hard it is to say "Yes, mother, whom I love dearly and wouldn't trade for the world, I do have a blog but I don't want you to read it because it would bring you great grief and mental anguish."
I think she has some inkling as to the fact that I'm a wee bit kinky--I remember years ago she stumbled across my website that had links to kink supply places--but I know she doesn't realize to what degree. She has no clue that I'm bi. No clue that I've smoked my fair share of weed. And oh let's not even approach the religion arena. I just don't think parents need to read about the sex lives and various questionable habits of their children. Is that wrong of me? Why do I feel so damn guilty? I love my mother so much and she's always there for me. But I don't want her to know so much about me. Hell, I know she doesn't want to know so much about me.
I suppose I could always tell her about the blog and then make all the interesting posts friends only--but come on, I can't even remember to change my icon picture!
I'm nearly 34. I have a full-time job. I own a house. I pick out my own clothes. I am, for all intents and purposes, A Grown Up. This shouldn't be an issue! But it is. Damn and blast! Anyone got some advice?
1) Lie. The easiest, but it feels mean and I don't want to like to my mother, whom I love dearly and wouldn't trade for the world. I would rather she just not have asked.
2) Tell the truth. But how hard it is to say "Yes, mother, whom I love dearly and wouldn't trade for the world, I do have a blog but I don't want you to read it because it would bring you great grief and mental anguish."
I think she has some inkling as to the fact that I'm a wee bit kinky--I remember years ago she stumbled across my website that had links to kink supply places--but I know she doesn't realize to what degree. She has no clue that I'm bi. No clue that I've smoked my fair share of weed. And oh let's not even approach the religion arena. I just don't think parents need to read about the sex lives and various questionable habits of their children. Is that wrong of me? Why do I feel so damn guilty? I love my mother so much and she's always there for me. But I don't want her to know so much about me. Hell, I know she doesn't want to know so much about me.
I suppose I could always tell her about the blog and then make all the interesting posts friends only--but come on, I can't even remember to change my icon picture!
I'm nearly 34. I have a full-time job. I own a house. I pick out my own clothes. I am, for all intents and purposes, A Grown Up. This shouldn't be an issue! But it is. Damn and blast! Anyone got some advice?