'I've dusted your library', my mom says on the phone.
'oh no', I think.
'You have some interesting things in there', she adds, tentative.
'I do?'
'Yes, all those erotic novels, and erotica anthologies you have!'
'
'If they''d been put on the shelves properly and not with their spines facing in, I would have spotted them earlier!'
'
'Quite engrossing really; oh and I also learned some new words!'
'
'The ones I didn't really enjoy were all a bit too violent though, with whipping and things like that.'
'ok. Look mom I've gotta go, dinner is getting cold.'
'Do you have anymore?'
'No. I don't think so. I just have.. the classics. Really. Nice talking to you, mom.'
It's not quite as bad as your mom finding your porn stash under your bed. Mainly because I'm older now.
I don't think she would enjoy Pat Califia.
4 comments:
It's similarly embarrassing when your mother finds your homemade erotica. Especially when it's accompanied by a video..
For mortifying, that definately beats the time she rang up to buy some pot off me.
I don't know what's worse.... your conversation, or my mother's insistence on telling me every detail about her sex life.. When, where, how, etc. Ho hum..
lemonpillows
Oooh, Lemonpillows, call me stuck up, but that is so, so wrong; it should be made illegal for parents to share details their sex life with their offsprings. I learned that fact the hard way, when I accidentally stumbled upon a lovingly-put together photo album of *candid* pictures of my mom and my then-step father.The trauma.
*Snorting in hilarity at the thought of any blogger's mother reading Pat Califia...*
Vanessa
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