Thank goodness I gotnover being honest with my family a long time ago. And hey turns out they had been dishonest with men for a lot longer.

"Turns out we found you in a box marked 'Free' by the side of the road. We thought you knew."

Lessee....

YAY for Glen coming home! continuing the ~ma in an IV drip.

Congrats to Corwood and family! Love the story.

Aw, Kristin, I'm sorry about your mom. Same to you, ND.

PC, Tom is much the same way as you regarding buying a house. It was I, who was all, um, OK, all this stuff going into savings is well and good, but if we can afford to put this stuff away, uh... shouldn't we be getting a house with it?

And he had an anxiety attack that lasted for 3 years and through the purchase of the house and beyond. But, I think it worked out in the end. For us. Christ, I hope so.

If buying is going to triple your housing budget, then... I don't know. You have to do what you're comfortable with. There are pros and cons. You can keep saving at your crazy rate and pay your crazy cheap rent until someone comes along and triples the rent, THEN go and buy something and put more money down on it.

I don't think there's anything wrong with renting, especially when you have such a great rent and you're still young and basically mobile. There are a lot of reasons you'd leave the Bay Area in the future and would want to do so without having to sell a house.

In conclusion: I am babbling.

Disturbingly close to the actual truth MM.

In conclusion: I am babbling.

But we love your babbling.

ND, I still say you're Swahili/Lithuanian.

We've covered this. I'm Chamoan.

I absolutely don't want my family to be apprised of some aspects of my personal life (::cough::kink::cough::), but that makes me feel dishonest sometimes.

I don't know. If I'm allowed to speak as a parent after less than a year of it, I'd have to say that there are some things parents neither need nor want to know. The kink definitely seems like one of those things. I do hope, very very much, that someday (a good long time from now) Matilda learns and knows her sexuality and has someone good and loving to explore it with -- but if she even attempt to tell me any of the details I'm going to run from the room with my fingers in my ears screaming lalalalalala.

Actual orientation, though -- ergh, Fay, I'm sorry it's all so prickly and hard. And definitely something I would want to know as a parent.

There is an alarm siren going off in my section of the terminal. It has been going for at least an hour now. Gate agents have started taping things over the speakers to at least muffle it a bit. Um, shouldn't actually fixing this be a priority?

Oh, that happened to me the last time I was in the airport. About drove us crazy. The gate agents told us that the alarm had to be turned off by Homeland Security, and they wouldn’t do it until they had investigated the incident and deemed it to be safe. Ridiculous.

Fay, once again, you and I are as one. I absolutely don't want my family to be apprised of some aspects of my personal life (::cough::kink::cough::), but that makes me feel dishonest sometimes.

I got over that a long time ago. It just makes everyone’s life easier if, for example, my mother thinks I’m still a virgin. Yes, I know @@

Actual orientation, though -- ergh, Fay, I'm sorry it's all so prickly and hard. And definitely something I would want to know as a parent.

Yeah, but you’re a COOL parent.

Not telling people about certain personal aspects of yourself is not dishonest.

Lying if they ask is dishonest, but often also wise. Not telling is your right, even if they're your family - you're an adult, you get to decide who knows what about you. Only exceptions I hold are, your spouse/life partner ought to know what you like sexually, even if they don't want to do it with you, and your parents ought to NOT know anything about your sexuality unless they really have to.

YMMV.

But then, the idea of being totally open and honest with them about my private life gives me the screaming heebie-jeebies and makes my brain curl up in a fetal position and rock back and forth, slamming its medulla against the inside of my skull.

Hell, I had a hard enough time telling my family (after I'd been married for years) that we were having a baby. Too close to Hard Proof, you know?

(But I have Known Issues, and avoided bringing up the whole period thing for months, until I ran out of the stash of mom's mostly forgotten pre-menopause feminine products in the basement and had no choice.)