Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Marital ties

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...]


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".

6 comments:

rox said...

Heehee wait till the little guy finds that stuff and brings it to show and tell...haha!

tornwordo said...

Lol, but better than a vibrator propped up waiting for you.

Ponita in Real Life said...

I've thought about what happens to my 'toys' if something happens to me. I guess my family will discover them when they clean out my place after I'm gone. Ah well... I wouldn't be around to know their reaction, so whatever!

I wonder if your mum even looked to see what it was about...

St. Dickeybird said...

Doing the ropework at my sailing course yesterday, i thought of you and smiled. I wonder if the same knots are used?

Old Lady Katy said...

I was working an out-of-town summer gig a few years back, and my parents arranged to switch my twin for a double back in my toronto apartment. Thank God I had a cousin to call and say, "Sweetie, I need you to go move the shoebox under my bed...."

Snooze said...

Rox: By then I'll have taught him how to hog-tie his classmates

Torn: Oh lord yes.

Ponita: You have to appoint a friend to come in and do a sweep while your family is mourning at your funeral.

St.D: Indeed they are for the basics: square knot, half hitch, etc.

OLK: Good thinking!