JZ, I think you're drawing a good line. At some point, you're very likely to find out your offspring's orientation -- if for no other reason, when you're introduced to boyfriends, girlfriends, or some of each.
Maybe the better way to say it is, if you're afraid to introduce your parents to a potential offspring-in-law, your relationship with your parents has problems.
But there's a big distance between, "This is my significant other, Siggie," and "Siggie and I like to [insert description of random sexual act here]."
Diet Dr. Pepper.
Zenkitty, your statement
your parents ought to NOT know anything about your sexuality unless they really have to
really bothers me, maybe because we may be defining "sexuality" differently.
I agree that parents really have no business knowing what their offspring like to do in bed (or other preferred locations).
But I've heard too many statements over the years to the effect that referring to a same-sex SO is an unacceptable flaunting of one's sexuality/sex life. And to the extent that referring to someone as your spouse inescapably carries implications about your sexual orientation, there is a disclosure of sexuality there. But that's true regardless of your gender and the gender of your spouse.
Which is why I distinguish between sexual orientation and sexual practices.
(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.)
I'm surprised that i don't have these issues. My mother is very wierd about it. When I lived at home, I had to keep my "sanitary products" in my room, hidden in the closet. I remember when I finally lived in an apartment my 4th year in college, when I could put my tampons under the sink!!
I always worked on the theory that what your parents don't know can't hurt you.
How many messages regarding a job is too many? Like, at what point do you stop calling to follow-up?
I have a friend whose mother took her to dinner to celebrate friend's losing of her virginity.
Could not have a mother much more different than mine. And I would not be able to deal.
I agree that parents really have no business knowing what their offspring like to do in bed (or other preferred locations).
That's what I meant, Fred Pete. I agree with you; I should have been more clear.
Thanks for doing that, msbelle.
A little birdie told me it's Deena's birthday.
Happy Birthday, my lovely Deena!
I hope there's cake and happy and all kinds of good things.
I have to scroll back bunches before I can comment on anything...
Happy Birthday to Deena!
