Do you know what our original number one reason was for joining the Lounge? To meet like-minded people. To have friends who we could just be ourselves with. At the time of course, we had no idea how much having that freedom would change us. Just the possibility of meeting people we could talk to without fear of judgement or ridicule was what helped me sell ♀ on the idea of joining. We have met many such people, but our friendship with Lord & Lady Batsu has evolved into something more. Maybe it’s because they always make us feel so welcome or maybe it’s because their connection seems to be every bit as strong as ours or maybe it’s because LB is a big strong teddy-bear and ♀ has a serious weakness for a man like that…nah, it’s probably one of the other two reasons.

 

Anyway, our day hadn’t started off very well. She woke up with a migraine headache shortly after I got home Saturday morning. She took drugs and was able to back to sleep, but I stayed up late so I wouldn’t disturb her. She had a couple hours work scheduled and the plan was I was supposed to be packed and ready to go when she got home. Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans..Because I went to bed late and there was no one in the apartment, I was still asleep when she got home. ooops.

 

We still needed to have showers and shave various body parts and pack so it was quite late before we left. There was no lineup at the border, but we stopped for beer and wine and a few groceries and condoms and then we went into a love shop and paid to much for an awesome vibrator (I’ll review it later) and so, yeah, we were about four hours later than we said we’d be.

 

But all was forgiven as soon as we arrived. LB & lbj looked great. They were both on their 22nd smoke-free day, lbj had lost weight and seemed to be a bit more mobile. We had pizza and beer for dinner and there was lively conversation and lots of laughs and we both so enjoy being there.

 

Lady Batsu still doesn’t have much stamina so when it’s time to sleep…it’s really time to sleep. While LB was tucking her into bed we got dressed. ♀ wore her shiny black corset with the red fuck-me shoes we bought in Vegas…she looked so hot. I had on a frilly black baby-doll and panties…very cute.

 

Lord Batsu escorted us out to the play-space and holy fuck….when we first played there the space was just a corner of a garage that had been cleared of all the other typical garage stuff. OK, maybe not all that typical, but you knew you were in a garage. When we saw it just before Christmas the dungeon was under construction and there was no play space at all and it was hard to imagine playing there again anytime soon. But now…as I said…holy fuck! The lighting and colour and music and heat and toys… It has been an amazing transformation.

 

LB wanted to chat before we played, so chat we did. We talked about how our friendship has grown and what that might mean to the sort of future play we could have. We talked about what has worked well and what we might consider as we move forward. We talked about how a hard rule that LB & lbj have sounds like the same hard rule ♀ & I have, but it’s really not. We also talked about how what I write here on this blog has had an impact on LB & lbj in their community. I say ‘their’ because even though we are good friends and we’ve been to a WHACK Munch, I don’t feel like we are part of that community. At least not right now…not in the same way we feel part of the Lounge community.

 

Here’s the thing…everything we have done at Casa del Rudy has been done with the full knowledge and consent of Lady Batsu. They don’t keep secrets from each other and either do we. Even though lbj doesn’t actually play with us she sees our outfits, LB takes tons of pictures (and sometimes video) and we talk at length with her about the scene afterwards, she’s involved as much as she could possibly be. Everything I have written about our adventures at Casa del Rudy has been true, but how you, the reader, interprets that truth might be different than how we, the four people who were actually there,  see it. I think that’s called ‘good writing’ and I think that’s why 1000+ people will read this post today.

 

Even though the visit was wonderful and the space looked amazing and our talk will (I believe) have a very positive affect on future play, our scene that night did not go very well. We all seemed to struggle with getting into the zone. I almost fainted trying suspension bondage. They got me down in time, but it sure took the lead out of my pencil.  After the room stopped spinning, LB put me on the St. Andrews Cross and ♀ gave us both blow jobs. OK, yeah, that was hot!…

 

 

 

Then he put her on the gyno table and he went from being excited to making the scene work. ♀ thought her period had ended the day before, but when things got going there was some blood. I’m sure LB didn’t mind, but it wasn’t something we’d discussed with him before-hand and it was a distraction for ♀.  My shoulders aren’t as messed up as ♀ are and I know BDSM isn’t supposed to be comfortable, but I was really starting to ache. I didn’t want to be the one to stop the scene a second time so I toughed it out. Eventually, ♀ had a small orgasm, but it was a lot of work and we were all pretty much done by then.

 

We decided to just go home after. Not because the scene hadn’t worked very well, it was 1am and I wasn’t at all tired. I could have self-medicated, but they had family obligations in the morning and it just seemed easier to go home then. Oh, Lord Batsu is lending Jennifer a sex machine for her Exhibit of Sex Machines Night and he asked us to deliver it for him. I wasn’t quite sure what I would say to the border guard if he asked what the hell that was in the back of my Mini. Fortunately he didn’t ask.

 

And that’s what happened during our latest visit to Casa del Rudy.

 

HHNT,

♀ & sss

 

 

One of the stations we listen to while toiling away in the sweat shop at night replays old-time radio shows. A couple of weeks ago there was  a detective show on (Sam Spade or Philip Marlow or Richard Diamond…) The lead female in the story was a librarian (she wears glasses of course). She thinks she’s stumbled upon a kidnapping and enlists the help of a PI. He doesn’t take her seriously so she does her own investigation. She gets captured by the kidnappers, but she has spunk and manages to keep them at bay until the very last moment when our handsome PI arrives to save the day. In the last scene as they’re driving back to town, the bookish librarian takes her hair out of its bun, tosses her glasses out the window and tells the hero to take her to the Bijou Theatre where the latest thriller is playing. When he asks her why she threw her glasses away she tells him she knows that boys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses. The show ends with classic nudgenudgewinkwink music.

 

Seriously, was that ever a truism? I can’t imagine it.

 

Ok, there is a point to this. About four years ago ♀ needed to get glasses. Junior was still living at home and when his mom modeled her new glasses for the family, he got all flustered and said they made her look like a porn star. He was about 17. I have no idea what sort of porn he’d been watching, but I know for a fact that the next time we fucked I asked ♀ to wear her glasses.

 

I think I mentioned that I can no longer read the fine print, but to tell the truth reading most printed material has been a struggle for quite a while. I had an appointment with the optometrist (a real cutie btw) and I picked up my first pair of spectacles on Christmas Eve. The kids came over last night and I was reading the newspaper. The first thing Junior said when he saw me with my new peepers was, “wow, now you really look like a grandpa.”

 

How is that fair? ♀ gets glasses and looks like a porn star. I get glasses and look like a grandpa.

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

♀ has been having issues with her libido lately. It’s always waxed and waned some, but this has been a prolonged drought and neither of us is very happy about it. We’ve tried not worrying about it and focusing on other ways to be connected. We’ve tried doing things and going to places that she associates with high sexual energy and nothing has really worked.

 

I have a theory about about why her mojo has left, but haven’t been able to figure out how to improve things.  The theory? Well I don’t want to go into too much detail, but it looks like we could take over the bakery when it closes next spring. I think it’s a great opportunity, but I really don’t have much to lose by doing it. The problem is it would take both of us. ♀ would need to quit her job. A job she worked very hard to get. A  job she loves. I think she’s feeling like she has no other choice, but to do this. So I think the right choice for me is probably the wrong choice for her. That, combined with the uncertainty of taking over a business that has been declining for the past 2 or 3 years, has messed with her mojo.

 

She says I’m wrong, but has no other explanation or solution.

Do you?

 

 

♀ & sss

Did I ever tell you about my vasectomy?

 

 

I was 17 the first time I asked a doctor for one and not surprisingly, he said no. The next time I asked was hours after Mini was born. He & his mother were still in the hospital and when the doctor came in to check on them I told her I wanted to get snipped. She said I had to wait until Mini was at least 6 months old (back in the day my mom needed my dad’s written permission to get her tubes tied). Anyway, I said if that’s the way it needed to be than so be it. She gave me the post-dated referral and six months to the day I had my appointment with the urologist.

 

 

I needn’t have been in such a rush, Mini was almost two before she had sex with me again. I think we only fucked 4 or 5 times in the 3 years after that and ♀ had her tubes clamped weeks before I met her, so my little guys really wouldn’t have had much opportunity to get into trouble.

 

 

OK, where was I? Oh, yeah…I had an appointment with the urologist a couple of days before I was scheduled to get snipped. I think he was about 60, obese, sweating profusely.  He couldn’t find the pamphlet he usually gave to his patients so he drew a diagram on a napkin from his lunch.  I asked him about a new procedure I had heard about called the ‘scalpel-less vasectomy’. He snorted and said doctors only use that on Asians and Indians because their penis’ are so small (I swear it’s true).

 

The procedure was to take place in Day-Surgery of the local hospital. I don’t remember anyone else being around. The doctor called me into the little room, told me to drop my pants and hop up on the table. I think it might have been a gyno table. There was a little portable cassette player  and he put a tape in…I guess to help me relax. I’m not entirely sure about this part, but I think this was what he put on…

 

 

 

Once that was playing and I was all settled, he announced that his nurse hadn’t shown up so he’d have to shave me himself. He sat down on a stool between my legs and proceeded to dry-shave my balls. And not just a little patch, but the entire underside of my scrotum. It was not a lot of fun, but I suppose it could have been worse.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

…tonight I was working in the camera department of Woolco. The TV department was right next to where I was. Half of a wall of  TV’s had the Tonight show on…

The rest of the TV’s had a football game on…

30 years and it seems like yesterday.

sss

This is the final post in this series. If you’ve read the first 4 posts you might have been wondering why I’ve spent so much time writing about my step-son. This is, after all, a sex-blog and there really hasn’t been anything sexy going on. What, you might ask, is the point? 

I have found writing to be the most effective way (for me) to sort things out. Whether it’s conflicts with other people or within myself or trying to make sense of how I feel about something or understanding why I acted or reacted in a certain way…writing is what works for me.

 

Shortly after the pregnancy scare, Junior’s room mates both lost their jobs. Their EI benefits weren’t going to be enough to allow them to live in the manner to which they had become accustomed so they moved back home. Krayon was living close to where she worked and didn’t drive so she wasn’t going to move and Junior didn’t know of anyone he would want to live with. I have a feeling the landlord had some regrets with renting to three kids so it’s unlikely he would have allowed two new kids to move in.

 

♀ came to me to discuss what we should or could or would be willing to do. I knew where she was going and I admit that I was less than enthusiastic. I liked having ‘our’ space. I didn’t want to give up our office. I liked that her clothes started falling off the minute she walked through the door. I liked that except for a few hours a week when Mini came over I could be naked or pretty as the mood struck me. Yes Junior had matured, but he hadn’t been gone so long that I’d forgotten what it was like to live with him. In the end Mom called Son to say if he was really stuck he could move in with us for awhile. He said he didn’t want to do that. He’d figure something else out.  

 

He and I went out the following week. He only had a few days left to make new living arrangements or he’d have to pay another months rent. He really didn’t want to move back in with us (probably not a bad thing), but he was running out of time and options. I laid out the conditions. Sitting around playing video games and watching daytime TV wasn’t an option. He could live with us if he went back to school. He’d need to keep making payments on his loan and pay something towards room and board. He’d need to help out around the house. He’d need to treat us and our neighbours with respect. Our house was NOT going to be party-central.

 

He agreed to everything, but thought the school condition might be difficult. It was already late spring and it might be too late to get admitted anywhere for September. How would he pay for it? EI benefits are only paid if you’re looking for work. Going to school full-time would make him ineligible …what would he live on?

 

All valid concerns. First things first…what do you want to be when you grow up? (like I should talk, right?) He wanted to learn a trade and he was accepted into a trade school. He’d go to school for a year and that would count as the first year of a four year apprenticeship. After that he’d need to find a company willing to take him on as an apprentice. He qualified for a government program that would pay him a modest allowance (about 50% of EI) while he went to school, but they wouldn’t help with the cost of school. They told him to ask his parents for the money. He already owed us a lot of money, ♀ took about a 20% pay cut when she changed careers and my job is ending soon. We weren’t in a position to lend him any money, but we did co-sign a student loan for him.

 

So we moved things around and he moved in at the beginning of the summer. Maybe it was because he was moving into ‘our’ house rather than back to his old house or maybe it was the months picking up after his room-mates or maybe they just start to mature all on their own, but WOW what a difference. He was helpful and considerate. If ♀ or I needed help with something all we had to do was ask. He had a cheque for his loan on the 1st of every month and a cheque for room and board on the 15th. He often bought his own groceries. He often cooked for us (6 months of watching the Food Network was worth something). He’d let us know if he wasn’t going to be home and if he was coming home unexpectedly, he’d call first. We never had any complaints from neighbours. It really was amazing. I mean yes, it was a little cramped and no, none of us wanted it to be a long term arrangement, but it was so much better than what I had feared. He even took school seriously. He was at the very top of his class at the end of the first semester.

 

He and Krayon were obviously a full-time couple. I asked him about that one night. I reminded him of the conversations we’d had during the pregnancy scare. He told me that since he  had no disposable income he couldn’t really go out on dates and Krayon was actually paying for quite a bit of stuff…truck insurance, new shoes, sometimes beer….

I don’t know…he said a lot of it was financial, but from what I could see there was more to it. They really seemed to enjoy being with each other. After Christmas he was actually spending more time at her house than our house.

 

The Friday before Valentines Day he & Krayon came over. They had a 6-pack for me and a card for ♀…”Congratulations, you’re going to be Grandparents!” I went crazy. Shocked, angry, disappointed, dumbfounded. Krayon was proud of the fact that she (unlike any of her sisters) had managed to finish high school first. I was right over the top. I’m not even sure of all that I said. ♀ asked how far along she was. They thought about 5 months, but they only found out for certain a couple of weeks before. I remember yelling, 5 months! How the fuck could you not know until now? I don’t remember much after that. I do know that my outburst rattled them so badly that it took them a week to get up the courage to tell her parents.

 

It took a couple of  weeks before he and I got together again. I apologized for how I reacted. I told him I assumed that after the last time they’d have been super careful. He said they were being careful, but they went camping  just before school started and faithfully using condoms when drunk doesn’t always work out. He said up until this month she was still getting her period so they really didn’t know. I told him a big part of my reaction probably had a lot to do with my general ambivalence towards having babies. I noticed for the first time that he didn’t look nearly as stressed as the last time. He said he felt more in control now. He’s doing well in school, he feels like he has some direction. He thinks he’ll be able to get a job. He’s nervous, but excited. He told me they were going to get a place of their own right away. I was worried that it was because of my outburst, but he said no, they wanted a place of their own.

 

 

So we got our office back. That’s nice. Krayon is due in about 5 weeks. She’s still rail-thin with a big belly. Oh, and boobs. Junior thinks that’s pretty sweet. He dotes on her..makes sure she’s eating what she’s suppose to, not lifting anything. His hands are never far from her belly. ♀ gets kinda misty-eyed about it. She missed out on all that. Krayon goes on maternity leave in a week and even though Junior will finish at the top of his class still doesn’t have a job lined up. That’s a worry. Not just for them, but for us as well. The two soon-to-be-grandmas have become fast friends. They threw a baby shower a couple of weeks ago and have been spending lots of happy time together. I think even if they don’t make it as a couple we’ll still get to be part of the baby’s life. I worry of course because that’s what I do.

 

Believe it or not I’m not nearly as upset about becoming a granny-fucker as I thought I would.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shortly after graduation Junior landed a job with a company that had a Public Works contract (aka lucrative Government mega-project). This company was formed for the sole purpose of doing one specific part of the project. So Junior knew once the job was done the company would be dissolved and he’d be unemployed, but it didn’t matter because they were paying an insane amount of money…even to unskilled manual labourers.

 

He decided to move out on his own. Krayon wanted the two of them to get a place, but Junior had other plans. He and two friends (brothers) rented a house. ♀ & I sold the townhouse and bought a nice 2 bedroom condo in an adults only building (the 2nd bedroom became our office). We took out a line-of-credit when we did the financing for our new home and lent Junior the money to buy a truck. He intended to pay it all back before his job ended.  ♀ & I thought that was probably a little optimistic. We didn’t tell him so, but our theory was as long as he had most of it paid off carrying a little extra debt wouldn’t be to bad.

 

After he moved out, Junior and I started getting together every week or two for dinner. We’d pick a night when his mom was working or at school and the two of us would hang out for a couple of hours. Being a parent is never easy. Doing the step-dad thing (starting with a 13 yr old) is even tougher and you never really know for certain where you stand. Once he was out on his own he could have pretty much avoided me altogether. I’m having a hard time expressing how pleased I was that we got through the teen years and we still wanted to see each other. Really fucking proud comes to mind. We’d talk about, whatever and  I felt like we were becoming much closer than when he lived with us. Krayon’s name came up sometimes, but so did lots of other girls. I didn’t get the impression that their relationship had become any less volatile.

 

Junior had the big pay-cheque for about a year before the job ended. Everyone in Canada pays into Employment Insurance (EI) and if when you lose your job you can collect EI benefits. It pays approximately 50% of what you had been earning for up to one year while you are actively seeking re-employment. The problem Junior had was that 50% of what he had been earning was still more than what any company without a Public Works contract would pay unskilled labour. So not working netted him more money than working and he settled into video games and the Food Network. Since I can (vaguely) remember being young and partying hard, I wasn’t to surprised that he never made more than the minimum payments on his loan and when his job ended he still owed us a lot of money. To his credit he never missed any payments even after his ‘wages’ were cut in half. 

 

Junior & I still did the dinner thing on a regular basis. I remember a lot of our conversations being about what pigs his room-mates were. Since they were working and he wasn’t, he was getting stuck with most of the domestic duties and he thought it sucked. He was amazed that his mom & I put up with picking up after him as long as we did.

 

During one of these dinners Junior mentioned that Barbie had shown up unexpectedly at his house. Barbie was one of the only girls besides Krayon who was around often enough for me to remember her name. ♀ & I didn’t like her much. “Young-dumb-and-full-of-cum’ pretty much sums her up, but from what I can recall she was Krayon’s only serious challenger. For awhile he’d bring one or the other to family get-togethers and when relatives would ask which one he was bringing I would tell them the wrong one. Yes I’m a jerk, but it amused me to see him squirm.  They both came to his dad’s wake, but that’s another story.

 

Anyway, Barbie showed up for a booty call and ended up spending the weekend. Junior said he’d almost forgotten how great it is to be with a girl who really likes to fuck. I was surprised. Doesn’t Krayon..?

No, not so much.

Then why..?

I Don’t know. Just easy, I guess. But after last weekend, maybe I should re-evaluate things.

Does Krayon know that Barbie was over?

She found out by going through the text messages on my cell phone.

Pissed?

Very, but joke her if she can’t take a fuck.

 

Days later he called his mom and asked her to come over to his house. He really needed to talk to her. She told me that she had never seen him so stressed. It took a few false starts, but finally he told her that Krayon was pregnant. He hadn’t worked in months, had no prospects for a decent job, owed us money, wasn’t even certain he wanted to be with her and now this. ‘I am so fucked.’ Is what he told his mom.

 

He called his mom a few days later, worried about how I had taken the news. She suggested that he & Krayon come for a visit. I promised ♀ I wouldn’t get angry. When they showed up we tried to keep it light. We teased Junior about having a daughter and being totally wrapped. We suggested silly name possibilities, but something didn’t seem quite right. She didn’t know how far along she was. She hadn’t told her parents or any of her sisters. She was very vague about symptoms and what the doctor had said. There wasn’t an ultrasound booked yet.

 

Junior & I met for dinner the following week. He looked terrible. He still didn’t know what he would do for work. He still couldn’t answer any questions related to the actual pregnancy. He did admit that after the weekend with Barbie he’d been thinking maybe the relationship with Krayon had run it’s course, but now…

 

As I’m sure you know, I don’t have much of a filter so I just came right out and asked. ‘Are you sure she’s pregnant?’  There was a long pause before he admitted that thought had occurred to him, but then he decided that there was no way she would do that. There was no way she could be that fucked up.

 

He called me the very next day. Krayon had lost the baby.

Lost? How lost?  He wasn’t sure. All he knew was she wasn’t pregnant anymore.

 

He called his mom later and told her the doctor had said there was something wrong with the fetus and she needed to terminate.

 

The entire episode seemed fishy to me. Without having an ultra-sound, what (other than no heart beat) could a doctor determine that was serious enough to abort? Remember Krayon’s three older sisters who had all had babies in high school? Well, now they have a lot of babies. This is a family who loves babies. Even if Krayon had decided she didn’t want to keep the baby, one of her sisters would have taken it. I’m very pro-choice, but I just can’t imagine this girl choosing that as an option.

 

My personal opinion is she made the whole thing up when she found out he was with Barbie. I didn’t tell him that though. I did tell him that he’d dogged a bullet and hopefully he’d learned a lesson or two.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I would never ever want to relive my teenage years, but if I did have to do it over again Junior’s adolescence looked pretty sweet.  He was big and handsome, a natural athlete, good grades (when he applied himself), lots of friends and of course, girls…lots and lots of girls. There were times when one would leave and he’d have just enough time to shower and change his sheets before the next one came over.

 

Like most teenagers, Junior didn’t express his feelings (other than anger) very well and he didn’t like to share very many details of what was going on in his life with us. We had a firm rule that we wouldn’t lie for him so there were times when not really knowing was in every-one’s best interest. Just thinking about those years tires me out.

 

Krayon remained the one constant throughout high school. There was all the requisite teen-aged angst and drama. At any given time they might be dating or she was a fucking bitch or they were friends-with-benefits or they were exclusive or she was a whore or they were exclusive and this time he wasn’t going to cheat. But no matter where they were in that cycle, when shit happened in Juniors life Krayon was who he turned to and knowing he had someone to talk to was somewhat reassuring. A fight at school, a suspended license, his cat disappears, his dads suicide, too drunk to walk…there were lots of times she sent ♀ a text-message saying, ‘he’s with me, he’s safe.’

 

A few months before they graduated from high school he called ♀ in a panic. A condom had broken the night before, could she please take him & Krayon to get the morning-after-pill. I was pleased that he didn’t just shrug it off and hope for the best. He had a part time job so he paid for the pill and went in with her to get it so I was impressed with his level of maturity, but I remember being surprised that they weren’t using any other form of birth control. They both partied a lot and faithfully using condoms while drunk is…well, I wasn’t very good at it. Nobody ever told me, but I suspect the reason was Krayon thought she might gain a pound or two if she went on the pill. At the time her ‘fat clothes’ were probably about a size 2.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

By the time Junior was 14 there was a steady stream of girls going through our house. He played football and whenever we drove to a game there was always one or two or three girls wanting a ride. I didn’t know if he was bonking any of them yet, but it was going to happen soon. One night I had a thought. I knew he’d had sex-ed classes in school, but he didn’t have a job…where would he get money for condoms?  Also, those first couple of times with a girl are pretty stressful, would he actually be able to get one on in the heat of the moment? (I sure couldn’t).

 

So I gave him a box and suggested he practice a few times on his own. I told him just to let me know when he needed more, that I’d be happy to get them for him. I finished up our little chat by telling him to always keep it wrapped because I wasn’t into fucking anyone’s grandma. I’ve always been quite proud of that line.

 

I don’t have a very good filter, but I do have a real knack for causing acute embarrassment so he usually tried to avoid me meeting most of the girls. If ♀ was at home, she’d insist on being introduced. From what I can remember, most of the girls were pretty much interchangeable. Tiny brunettes who didn’t say much when I was around. I don’t know if that was just an age thing or he’d told them not to talk to me. Regardless, they all seemed basically the same to me. Not that I have anything against tiny brunettes…It’s just that we’re talking about very young girls and embarrassing is one thing…I try not to be creepy.

 

One of the girls who I did become aware of was Krayon and she lived in the same townhouse complex as we did  so she was over at our house quite often. There was an annual BBQ at this complex and ♀ & I were attending it the summer Junior was 15. There was about 20 or 30 people sitting around eating and drinking talking when this woman walked up to us and introduced herself as Krayon’s mother. The very next thing she said to us was, “I’ve had three daughters who have had babies in high school so you better make sure your son keeps ‘it’ in his pants because I don’t want to Krayon to be the fourth.”

 

Seriously, what the hell do you say to something like that?

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Junior was 13 when I met him and his mom and that’s how old Mini is now.  I guess it’s natural to look at the differences and to speculate what the future holds. Mini is still very close to his mother. Extraordinarily close. Almost creepy-close. I have this re-occuring ‘Norman Bates’ nightmare. But this is something that has been orchestrated by her. She has nothing and no one else in her life. It’s just her and Mini against the world. I hope one day he’ll find the strength to break free, but there’s no sign of that happening yet.

 

Anyway, ♀ & I were comparing the boys at 13 the other night. ♀ said that Junior had already discovered girls by that age.  I think it would be more accurate to say that girls had discovered him. I remember being really uncomfortable with all the very young girls coming over to the house, all tarted up and being very aggressive. I often said to ♀ that I was really glad we had boys. I would have tried to keep a daughter on a much shorter leash. There really is a double standard, isn’t there. ♀ admitted to me that she probably wouldn’t have let me move in a soon as I did if she’d had a 13 yr old girl at home. Not that she ever thought I’d do something bad. She’d just be more cautious and protective.

 

So back to 13 yr old Junior. Girls would come over, but if he was playing video games or watching TV,  he’d pretty much ignore them. It didn’t seem to bother the girls. They’d sit there chattering at him and if they got bored and left it didn’t matter because another one would come by soon enough. He was a big strong kid and even at that age he really didn’t have to work at it.

 

We only see Mini for a few hours a week so it’s hard to say for sure, but I don’t think he’s discovered girls yet. That’s probably not a bad thing. He seems to be more comfortable in his own skin than I remember being (that didn’t happen for me until I was almost 40…lol) ♀ pointed out that considering the tight grip his mother still has on him and me being…not the most masculine of dads, it’s hardly a surprise that he’s a bit behind in the girl department. He’s a bright kid, but he’s still very socially immature.

 

Of course we also discussed ‘orientation’. As I’ve mentioned numerous times here,  adolescence was a difficult time for me…most people assumed I was gay. I knew I was different, but with no internet it was hard to figure out different how. ♀ & I will love and support him no matter what team he plays for, but we disagree on how his mother would react if  he were gay. ♀ thinks she would be devastated. She’d see it as a flaw in her otherwise perfect son. I, on the other hand, think she’d be quite pleased. She would remain the only woman in his life.

 

His mother is very closed minded about sex (when we were together she claimed to have never masturbated) so I hope he’ll come to us if when he has questions or concerns, but realistically I know…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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