I already noted that when I thought I was on my deathbed, I panicked about family finding my home porn. Lesson learned, when we had to move out of our place in order to show it, I made sure that the toy box was well stashed. However, I did overlook my bondage book - Two Knotty Boys show you the Ropes. No problem, I shoved it in a bag and took it with me to my parents [not hard to see where this is going...]
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
When TM and I moved back to our condo, we were in a rush to get Little Poo and although we cleaned up, we left much of our stuff at my parents place, including, as I discovered on Easter Sunday, that damn book. After Easter dinner, I went into the spare bedroom and started to gather up what we had left behind. My mother had kindly organized it in one corner. That's right - my mother had organized everything. And there was the bondage book, propped up against a wall, behind our wedding album. Sigh.
Overall though, I have to confess that it wasn't much of a concern. If my parents can cope with one child being transgendered, they can certainly cope with one child being into rope play. Besides, I'm married and have a child now so I'm sure the book was shuffled into the category of "what a couple does is between them" as opposed to [had I still been single] - "no wonder my daughter isn't married. Men don't marry girls like that".