My dad told me to shut my eyes, carried me into the stall, held me up while I did my thing. told me to shut my eyes, went to the sink and held me while I washed my hands, then we left. And he was very specific about not telling my mother :)
Wash ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Gud, I can't even remember what age my parents decided on for that. I suppose a lot of parents play it by ear and just decide based on the kids' reactions. Like if a kid suddenly says something a little ooky one day...
Yeah, I remember being reasonably comfortable about body stuff when I was really little. One time in particular when I was joking around with my brothers and when I had to go to the bathroom, they just came inside with me and we continued our conversation. But at some point the good ol' Catholic body shame was inculcated. When I went to Denmark as an exchange student of 16, it was my first experience with a co-ed dressing room. I think it took me 40 min. to get up the guts to finally change into my bathing suit. Even though it was clear the Danes didn't give a flying fig.
I sure wish I hadn't gotten the Catholic dosage, though. It takes years to surgically remove those implants.
And, yep, family bathrooms sound like a great idea.
It's the stranger penis that worries me.
I wish it had worried me in college.
I wish it had worried me in college.
I suppose I should have said, "Worries me now."
Oh, {{{Laura and Betsy}}}. Boy, parenting sounds tough.
Yeah, wrod. Oh, and Cindy? Totally related to your lj posting about the critic, although sadly House and UPN having basketball have sort of frelled me in re Veronica lately. But I have a similar bond with ex-salon critic Joyce Millman. Joyce Millman loved Buffy and Homicide before me, and wrote about it such that I feel like I owe her one. Maybe I've never forgiven Heather H. for not being Joyce M.(Even though I wish she were half as funny and cool as she thinks she is...that'd be the Bomb.) But it felt a little silly when some House fans were crabbing about what she'd said in NYT and I wanted to defend her not just the review.
It's the stranger penis that worries me.
Oh, honey, they're *all* strange.
A stranger is just a friend you haven't met yet.
Wow, not touching this conversation, literally or figuratively.
::runs::
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