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dsudis:
bomberqueen17 replied to your post “bastlynn replied to your post “My dad called me up out of the blue…”
my folks finding out i write erotica is maybe the Most Terrifying Thing in my World so this little plot twist has been sort of delightful and sort of mindfucky to read! *thumbs up emoji*
Okay so clearly it is once again time to trot out The Story of How I Told My Dad I Write Gay Porn, because that particular cat has been out of the bag for twelve years (which is how this caught me off guard! HE’S NEVER READ ANY OF IT BEFORE.)
ohh my god (also we must be v. similar ages, I also was in a similar place in 2004, and had a sibling deployed! would that she’d had an LJ, we relied on very sporadic emails which were Not Reassuring when there was a communications blackout) that is a Worthy Epic. Phenomenal punchline.
I love this whole story. You’re great and your dad sounds like a delight.
My folks are. Well. Not. Like that really. I mean. My mom is… how do I put this. I mean. She went door-to-door for SDS in college circulating a petition against the Vietnam War, but hadn’t really been into politics ever since. Meanwhile, my dad was a (volunteer!) Infantry lieutenant in the same war. They did not know one another yet. They did not meet until nearly ten years later. Dad remains Catholic, Mom remains not-Catholic. They sometimes make a mutual pact not to vote in elections because they’d cancel one another out. They have a deal where they just don’t talk about politics with one another. (This past election, for the first time ever, Mom extended that deal and said “you do not discuss politics in my earshot, because that man is a horrifying misogynist and you have four daughters and I cannot believe you would countenance a single thing he or anyone allied with him would say.” Which was a bit shocking to everyone! Apparently Dad agreed to it because they’re still married.)
But. I mean. Neither of them is particularly “woke” in any fashion; my mother knitted a bunch of pussy hats for the Women’s March but completely cannot grasp the entire concept of a transgender person of any kind, for example, and doesn’t get what the big deal is about Black Lives Matter etc., so. She’s sort of vaguely liberal but not exactly… committed to it. (She told me in high school that if I decided I was a lesbian I should be willing to accept that it might be a phase. Thanks, Mom! I only told her I was bi because I was on the verge of getting expelled from school for it, so. I just Never Discussed That with my father, not even when my girlfriend visited our house from overseas.)
And also my mother spent a lot of my life instilling in me a visceral horror of ever telling anyone I wanted, was interested in, or particularly enjoyed anything I genuinely was attached to, so. If they know I like something it’s because I find it vaguely amusing. If I’m obsessed with something, nobody knows.
It’s not the gayness I worry about telling them about, particularly. It’s just admitting to anyone really in my life that I genuinely am super into something that mortifies me to death. (I did link one of my gay fanfictions to one of my sisters, since I stole her apartment and cats and a story that happened to her as the premise of it, but she never got around to reading it, so actually I didn’t, apparently, out myself.)

dsudis:
bomberqueen17 replied to your post “bastlynn replied to your post “My dad called me up out of the blue…”
my folks finding out i write erotica is maybe the Most Terrifying Thing in my World so this little plot twist has been sort of delightful and sort of mindfucky to read! *thumbs up emoji*
Okay so clearly it is once again time to trot out The Story of How I Told My Dad I Write Gay Porn, because that particular cat has been out of the bag for twelve years (which is how this caught me off guard! HE’S NEVER READ ANY OF IT BEFORE.)
ohh my god (also we must be v. similar ages, I also was in a similar place in 2004, and had a sibling deployed! would that she’d had an LJ, we relied on very sporadic emails which were Not Reassuring when there was a communications blackout) that is a Worthy Epic. Phenomenal punchline.
I love this whole story. You’re great and your dad sounds like a delight.
My folks are. Well. Not. Like that really. I mean. My mom is… how do I put this. I mean. She went door-to-door for SDS in college circulating a petition against the Vietnam War, but hadn’t really been into politics ever since. Meanwhile, my dad was a (volunteer!) Infantry lieutenant in the same war. They did not know one another yet. They did not meet until nearly ten years later. Dad remains Catholic, Mom remains not-Catholic. They sometimes make a mutual pact not to vote in elections because they’d cancel one another out. They have a deal where they just don’t talk about politics with one another. (This past election, for the first time ever, Mom extended that deal and said “you do not discuss politics in my earshot, because that man is a horrifying misogynist and you have four daughters and I cannot believe you would countenance a single thing he or anyone allied with him would say.” Which was a bit shocking to everyone! Apparently Dad agreed to it because they’re still married.)
But. I mean. Neither of them is particularly “woke” in any fashion; my mother knitted a bunch of pussy hats for the Women’s March but completely cannot grasp the entire concept of a transgender person of any kind, for example, and doesn’t get what the big deal is about Black Lives Matter etc., so. She’s sort of vaguely liberal but not exactly… committed to it. (She told me in high school that if I decided I was a lesbian I should be willing to accept that it might be a phase. Thanks, Mom! I only told her I was bi because I was on the verge of getting expelled from school for it, so. I just Never Discussed That with my father, not even when my girlfriend visited our house from overseas.)
And also my mother spent a lot of my life instilling in me a visceral horror of ever telling anyone I wanted, was interested in, or particularly enjoyed anything I genuinely was attached to, so. If they know I like something it’s because I find it vaguely amusing. If I’m obsessed with something, nobody knows.
It’s not the gayness I worry about telling them about, particularly. It’s just admitting to anyone really in my life that I genuinely am super into something that mortifies me to death. (I did link one of my gay fanfictions to one of my sisters, since I stole her apartment and cats and a story that happened to her as the premise of it, but she never got around to reading it, so actually I didn’t, apparently, out myself.)
