We are living in the future... and the future has some serious drawbacks.
So, my parents bought me an iPad. YAY! iPad!!!
I thought it would be cute to video call them to say thank you. So I try, but they don't answer, so I email instead.
A few minutes later I get a ping that says Dad's trying to "Facetime" me. I accept.
We talk for about 15 minutes, Mom and Dad both sitting there on their computer and me in my bedroom leaning on my headboard. Now, my headboard, is a book case and there's a ton of junk on the top of it. My empty juice glass, some CDs, some DVDs, my alarm clock, some jewelry... But what I'm more worried about them seeing is that all the art above my bed. A fairly large number of slash art prints I've gotten at various MediaWests. Me being a slash fan is nothing new to my parents, but I try to avoid having any more awkward conversations than are absolutely necessary.
But of course, Mom notices something and asks what's in the print most obvious in the frame. It's House and Wilson (from the time before that show jumped the shark) in a very adoring eye-fuck pose. But, it is what it is, so I stick the iPad up against the wall so she can see it. It's not NC-17 or anything, so... whatever.
A few minutes later we start having technical difficulties which cause the sound to drop out. So I start fingerspelling to Mom (who has clearly forgotten her alphabet, but I digress). To get my hand in the shot I shift the iPad just a little and as I do, I look at my own image in the corner and realize what *else* is on the top of my headboard...
I hope to god, my mother and father did *not* notice the big white dildo standing up on it's base over my right shoulder the whole time we were talking.
Captial Head. Capital Desk.
I thought it would be cute to video call them to say thank you. So I try, but they don't answer, so I email instead.
A few minutes later I get a ping that says Dad's trying to "Facetime" me. I accept.
We talk for about 15 minutes, Mom and Dad both sitting there on their computer and me in my bedroom leaning on my headboard. Now, my headboard, is a book case and there's a ton of junk on the top of it. My empty juice glass, some CDs, some DVDs, my alarm clock, some jewelry... But what I'm more worried about them seeing is that all the art above my bed. A fairly large number of slash art prints I've gotten at various MediaWests. Me being a slash fan is nothing new to my parents, but I try to avoid having any more awkward conversations than are absolutely necessary.
But of course, Mom notices something and asks what's in the print most obvious in the frame. It's House and Wilson (from the time before that show jumped the shark) in a very adoring eye-fuck pose. But, it is what it is, so I stick the iPad up against the wall so she can see it. It's not NC-17 or anything, so... whatever.
A few minutes later we start having technical difficulties which cause the sound to drop out. So I start fingerspelling to Mom (who has clearly forgotten her alphabet, but I digress). To get my hand in the shot I shift the iPad just a little and as I do, I look at my own image in the corner and realize what *else* is on the top of my headboard...
I hope to god, my mother and father did *not* notice the big white dildo standing up on it's base over my right shoulder the whole time we were talking.
Captial Head. Capital Desk.