My mom handed a bunch of us at a aprty a stack of vacation pictures to look at. Much to my dismay, it had pictures of her and her boyfriends shaved genitals.
It was quite a shock. I removed those photos from the stack and quietly placed them back in the envelope and continued as nothing happened. I tried to save my mom and any party guests from the horror bestowed upon my wife and I.
my mom started doing that. not that we weren't perfectly aware at all times growing up. i had to think about it in terms of farm animals. and my dad would stop hitting my mom for a while, or my stepfather would stop being a dick for a little while, and mom would actually be relaxed for a little while. i just really didn't know the details.
well, you know, she would wear thong bikinis out on the houseboat. few things more awful than seeing your MIL in a thong bikini bending over right in front of you. not that she didn't have a perfect figure, it's just that it was icky anyway.
I don't talk about it a lot, only because I aint having any soooooo.... If I were being proactive, I would share more. The good the bad the ugly. My sister talks to me a lot about her sex life. Her bf has a case of limp dick syndrome.
when i started reading this thread yesterday i was ganna say that me and my girlfriends dont really open up much about sex and everything else, but after an afternoon in the pub today (celebrating exam success.. honest..) we got quite drunk and were quite open about things, and the poor lad with us was quite shocked =]
The whole thing is pretty sad. I just dont get role playing, it's not being who you are, it's deceiving yourself and depriving yourself of what is real and true, missing out on the emotional bond, The real thrill, thereby removing the intimacy that two ppl share. How lonely that feeling must be to not belong, not to chareish or be chareished. It leaves an echo in my heart, like a lone wolf howling, as lonesome as a train whistle in the deep night. For sadness sake, the shadow of self not full realized.
love is freeing, not restricting. role playing as well allows us to access those areas of ourself that we don't feel comfortable expressing otherwise. that takes either a lot of trust or a lot of anonymity. i don't do anonymity.
If the things you pull up are from self then it is real and not a role, if true desires come forth is it not from sheer feeling and emotion that we are and give willing to.
Is love true if you have to pretend to be someone else. I 'm not condemning, just trying to understand.