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In the interest of time I will try to abbreviate my sentiments:
Puritanical and Victorian expectations of sex are still at large and apparent in my house. Which I found surprising and which made me upset.
The feminist ideal of a woman owning her body and thus being able to make decisions regarding its uses isn't a reality, especialy when combined with the above. I think my parents still consider my body to be their own, as property or some sort of tribal chattle, and no matter how much progressive prop they spew about me being able to make my own decisions their apprehension surrounding my sexual behavior leads me to believe they want no part of it. any of it. at all.
which is hard since I live in their house and don't have my own space and at this time cannot afford to move out.
I also want my family to have a relationship with my partner, and so far that hasn't happened the way I'd like. I have such a good time with Pete's folks, I want him to have the same with mine. On some level I feel like I'm breaking them in: I'm 22 and I'm the first of four girls to bring home a serious relationship. They have at least three more men to deal with, and Pete is pretty benign as a male suitor. I MEAN COME ON.
I imagined the worst possible scenario: all four of us at home forever, single due to over-analytical, holier than thou parents who push all potential partners away because they don't believe any one is good enough. Which is a horrible extreme, and my parents aren't there yet, but still. Where is the fucking line between what I decide is right and good and wonderful, and what they can deem inappropriate? I wouldn't bring home a person I didn't think was worthy.
anyone is welcome to comment. I need some advice on this.
Puritanical and Victorian expectations of sex are still at large and apparent in my house. Which I found surprising and which made me upset.
The feminist ideal of a woman owning her body and thus being able to make decisions regarding its uses isn't a reality, especialy when combined with the above. I think my parents still consider my body to be their own, as property or some sort of tribal chattle, and no matter how much progressive prop they spew about me being able to make my own decisions their apprehension surrounding my sexual behavior leads me to believe they want no part of it. any of it. at all.
which is hard since I live in their house and don't have my own space and at this time cannot afford to move out.
I also want my family to have a relationship with my partner, and so far that hasn't happened the way I'd like. I have such a good time with Pete's folks, I want him to have the same with mine. On some level I feel like I'm breaking them in: I'm 22 and I'm the first of four girls to bring home a serious relationship. They have at least three more men to deal with, and Pete is pretty benign as a male suitor. I MEAN COME ON.
I imagined the worst possible scenario: all four of us at home forever, single due to over-analytical, holier than thou parents who push all potential partners away because they don't believe any one is good enough. Which is a horrible extreme, and my parents aren't there yet, but still. Where is the fucking line between what I decide is right and good and wonderful, and what they can deem inappropriate? I wouldn't bring home a person I didn't think was worthy.
anyone is welcome to comment. I need some advice on this.