I also read somewhere that you're supposed to get rid of sexy pictures of exes yourself. Is there an effective rule?

Last year when Tim was looking for pictures of his mom for the funeral, he found a CD with nudie pictures of his ex-wife. I would mightily prefer that he not have them. I don't think that's unreasonable. But I'm not going to throw away the CD myself (if I could find it, of course). I mentioned it at the time, but it was understandably a highly stressful time with a lot going on, so I let it lie. (His response was that he definitely didn't want them, and just needed to get the other pictures off the CD [family, pets, whatnot] and re-burn those to a new CD and then would destroy the old CD.) I need to mention it to him again. Though I honestly forgot about it until now.

When I got serious with Tim (or, perhaps, not until I moved in with him...I disremember) I got rid of the very few sexy pics of exes that I had. t edit Although now I am paranoid enough to want to run Picasa on my laptop to make sure there are no sexy exes lurking.

I do not, however, feel bad about taking a picture at the July 4th parade of a group of bare-chested hotass drummers who were with the bellydance group. Damn fine-looking mens.

P-C, why don't you call your mother out of the blue and ask her for a kidney?

But be sure to have another one already lined up.

If you can organize my house, I will pay you. Cash money. Bring it. Hell, bring the dog.

Let's do it!

Um, not the Bartleby part. The only thing he would contribute is a full and complete hoovering of your floors for any molecules of food. He would also, gladly, free you from the clutter in your fridge...but I'm guessing that doesn't really need doing.

Drop me a line and let's see what we can do.

I agree that nude pics should probably be let go when a relationship ends...just for sanity's sake, much less respecting a new relationship.

There is only one incident of such material involving me out in the world and, wouldn't ya know it, in the hands of the weaseliest man I've ever known. He said he got rid of them.

I'll never run for office.

I agree that nude pics should probably be let go when a relationship ends...just for sanity's sake, much less respecting a new relationship.

I didn't realize Tim still had his wedding album, and that kind of upset me, but I know when I posted about it here, and mentioned it to 2 close IRL friends (one of whom is divorced), a lot of divorced folks said that they have their wedding album (or at least some pictures), because they pictures are meaningful for all sorts of reasons that have nothing to do with hanging on to the old relationship.

I guess my most recent experience with Proper Ways To Act Upon Remarriage came from the Freak-Ass Church, where my roommate threw her wedding album from her previous marriage in the trash the week before her FAC wedding. She also gave away or threw away all jewelry, clothes, purses, etc., that her ex had ever given her. And now I remember a lot of the girls in the FAC getting rid of any personal items (clothes/jewelry/etc.) that *any* previous boyfriend/sweetie of any kind had given them.

I remember my roommate being happy to throw out her wedding album, but sad to get rid of the jewelry, because she really loved it because it was pretty, not because her ex gave it to her. But the other girls argued that getting rid of all those things would create "purity," since she couldn't be a virgin on her wedding night.

No, really.

I think having been happy with a guy before the guy you're happy with now shouldn't be erased, but I get that it's a very dicey territory. Taking it upon yourself to delete someone else's pictures is majorly douchey behaviour, though, much moreso than keeping old sex tapes or whatever. I mean, I'm assuming he's not getting off to them while you're having sex.

I have, I think, one pic I let a one-night stand snap of my boobs, but no face. However, I flashed a shitton of people in my life, so my boobs? Are likely set free upon the world.

Hell, they caused a mini-riot in London once, so that pair of ferrets is outta the bag! I really don't care...they're boobs, they're pretty nice ones, and I'll never run for office.

It would be easier to blackmail me over bad writing than naked boobs, anyway.

Man, I am SO having to restrain myself from moving ALL THE DISHES around in my kitchen right now. Organizing talk is like crack to me.

P-C, man, can I offer a gentle, well-meaning butt-in? Anything you talk about in public forum like FB can and is likely to get back to a family member. Even if that family member would never get on FB themselves.

Your mom still shouldn't have done this -- man, she and D's ex should totally have a Emotional Manipulators R Us party -- but never, never, never say anything about anyone on FB that you wouldn't say happily to their face.

Because this ain't the first time I've seen FB family shit blow up.

ETA: Still caffeinating...I'll be tweaking Le Website once I'm properly awake, but have noted all the commments, and I'm, as always, deeply grateful for the feedback.

We DID settle upon the header image, widget colors and background colors last night though. It only took 12 hours all told. OMFG.

KBD has sexy pics of me. I really, really wish he didn't. I hope he hates me so much he's deleted them all.

P-C, I have to agree with not putting anything on fb you wouldn't say to your parents. Lj and here would be slightly safer spaces to vent, I would think.

Man, I have so much to do today. Oy. Frankie had a good romp this morning, and I built a little more on a potential friendship with some neighborhood peeps, so that's good.

I think I might be making dinner for St.W tonight. Nothing fancy, just chicken and broccoli quesadillas.

Right. Productivity.

DMV achieved. That only took a couple hours. And I beat the lunch rush.

P-C, I have to agree with not putting anything on fb you wouldn't say to your parents. Lj and here would be slightly safer spaces to vent, I would think.

Yeah, I know. Although I have no idea what my mom even thinks I posted, just that I mentioned it. So now I'm a terrible son for telling people I feel like a terrible son.

Nothing fancy, just chicken and broccoli quesadillas.

That's fancy for me! Mmm, sounds good.