LupusDei
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Thinking across the wheel of time remembered this little episode right before midsummer fest after my freshman year in university.
At first I was sad but little relived when our plans for the midsummer festivities didn't pass with my new girlfriend. I had no choice but to be home, due to my name significant focus of festivities fall on me. (It's not quite that, but would probably be easier to say certain ritual, priesthood duties come packed with my name, with wasn't given by accident either.) She wasn't sure she can get away from her folks, or admit she's visiting with me without a scandal, and so we parted.
Sad, because it is the night when the magic happen. When the mythical flower of the fern can be found, but only by couples. When girls who want to be beautiful should batch in the dew at the dawn. No one is supposed to fall asleep that night. Well, at least not alone. Yes, it's actually somewhat shameful to not have sex that night. Of course I wanted my girlfriend over, if there ever was a chance.
Relieved, because I still wasn't sure how to get it past my mom. As loving (and beautiful) she is, my mom is aggressively asexual, very fragile, and extremely anxious, to the point we protected her with thick layer of lies, whole aspects of daily life didn't exist for her, especially sex.
That was why tension mixed in my joy when I saw her jumping out of my sister's car on the front yard. (And no, I wasn't mad at all she didn't forewarn me. At least in theory, one don't need an invitation at all to join midsummer fest; although that tradition is almost completely dead, it is still considered acceptable to visit with even complete strangers for that night.)
I had had girlfriends over at our country house before, but then they stayed in my sister's room, and we went out into the forest to fool around. This time the house was overcrowded, over twenty people will be staying for the night -- including my sister's boyfriend.
Of course, my mom welcomed my girlfriend on top of her hospitality game (how truthful it is you will never know however), but nothing was said where she will sleep. There was really just one obvious choice as far my girlfriend's bedding was considered, but I had no idea how my mom will handle that. I took initiative and told girlfriend to bring her bags to my room. Then waited for the thunder.
It didn't come. Everyone was busy with preparations, early arrived guests including, and while I was going through the kitchen, mom took me aside.
"You need clean sheets," she hissed in my ear, in that irritatedly angry voice she always use when forced to deal with anything remotely sexual.
And that was it. Nothing else was ever said, but my girlfriend was officially signed in, in my bed. Not for my own anxiety, it could have been a non-story, still it was.
What are yours?
At first I was sad but little relived when our plans for the midsummer festivities didn't pass with my new girlfriend. I had no choice but to be home, due to my name significant focus of festivities fall on me. (It's not quite that, but would probably be easier to say certain ritual, priesthood duties come packed with my name, with wasn't given by accident either.) She wasn't sure she can get away from her folks, or admit she's visiting with me without a scandal, and so we parted.
Sad, because it is the night when the magic happen. When the mythical flower of the fern can be found, but only by couples. When girls who want to be beautiful should batch in the dew at the dawn. No one is supposed to fall asleep that night. Well, at least not alone. Yes, it's actually somewhat shameful to not have sex that night. Of course I wanted my girlfriend over, if there ever was a chance.
Relieved, because I still wasn't sure how to get it past my mom. As loving (and beautiful) she is, my mom is aggressively asexual, very fragile, and extremely anxious, to the point we protected her with thick layer of lies, whole aspects of daily life didn't exist for her, especially sex.
That was why tension mixed in my joy when I saw her jumping out of my sister's car on the front yard. (And no, I wasn't mad at all she didn't forewarn me. At least in theory, one don't need an invitation at all to join midsummer fest; although that tradition is almost completely dead, it is still considered acceptable to visit with even complete strangers for that night.)
I had had girlfriends over at our country house before, but then they stayed in my sister's room, and we went out into the forest to fool around. This time the house was overcrowded, over twenty people will be staying for the night -- including my sister's boyfriend.
Of course, my mom welcomed my girlfriend on top of her hospitality game (how truthful it is you will never know however), but nothing was said where she will sleep. There was really just one obvious choice as far my girlfriend's bedding was considered, but I had no idea how my mom will handle that. I took initiative and told girlfriend to bring her bags to my room. Then waited for the thunder.
It didn't come. Everyone was busy with preparations, early arrived guests including, and while I was going through the kitchen, mom took me aside.
"You need clean sheets," she hissed in my ear, in that irritatedly angry voice she always use when forced to deal with anything remotely sexual.
And that was it. Nothing else was ever said, but my girlfriend was officially signed in, in my bed. Not for my own anxiety, it could have been a non-story, still it was.
What are yours?
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