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They're gone! *dances in a frightening hip-shimmying manner with lots of flailing hands*
"They" refers to my grandparents, which leaves me utterly qualified for the role of Horrible Person. Really, though. I love them very much, I just never want to actually see them again.
And I have my bedroom to myself again, which permits partly-clothed dancing and writing about orgies without the presence of my thirteen-year-old brother.
Speaking of which, I have something to submit to the world.
I have discussed my feelings about premarital sex with my brother. I explained to him about homosexuality three or four years ago, defined "blowjob" for him last year, and defined "orgasm" for him last week. (Incidentally, a seventeen-year-old male friend of mine found out that a blowjob was not the same as a French kiss about a month ago, so clearly I am way ahead of the game in the matter of my baby brother's worldly education).
I have told him that I very much hope that he waits until college, at the very least, to have sex. And I will still be making damn sure he has access to condoms in a couple of years, because I am the one he asks questions of, and it is my responsibility to make sure that he stays safe.
Thank you.
Yes, there was a conversation that precipitated this entry. Yes, it had to do with my grandmother's horror when she heard me making my appointment to get my HPV vaccine.
Just because I don't intend to go out and have sex now doesn't make me less responsible for protecting myself and my partner for the just-in-case, and my brother will be similarly taken care of, and I will continue to be available for discussion of everything from masturbation to crack cocaine, because I am a responsible older sister and I will do my level best to see that my baby brother is as safe as he can possibly be.
/rant
"They" refers to my grandparents, which leaves me utterly qualified for the role of Horrible Person. Really, though. I love them very much, I just never want to actually see them again.
And I have my bedroom to myself again, which permits partly-clothed dancing and writing about orgies without the presence of my thirteen-year-old brother.
Speaking of which, I have something to submit to the world.
I have discussed my feelings about premarital sex with my brother. I explained to him about homosexuality three or four years ago, defined "blowjob" for him last year, and defined "orgasm" for him last week. (Incidentally, a seventeen-year-old male friend of mine found out that a blowjob was not the same as a French kiss about a month ago, so clearly I am way ahead of the game in the matter of my baby brother's worldly education).
I have told him that I very much hope that he waits until college, at the very least, to have sex. And I will still be making damn sure he has access to condoms in a couple of years, because I am the one he asks questions of, and it is my responsibility to make sure that he stays safe.
Thank you.
Yes, there was a conversation that precipitated this entry. Yes, it had to do with my grandmother's horror when she heard me making my appointment to get my HPV vaccine.
Just because I don't intend to go out and have sex now doesn't make me less responsible for protecting myself and my partner for the just-in-case, and my brother will be similarly taken care of, and I will continue to be available for discussion of everything from masturbation to crack cocaine, because I am a responsible older sister and I will do my level best to see that my baby brother is as safe as he can possibly be.
/rant