Yes, Those Are My Crotchless Panties.
Posted by candyposes on 26 Mar 2007 at 05:44 pm | Tagged as: Uncategorized
I’m moving to Seattle in several days; I’ll be storing some of my stuff in my childhood bedroom to be shipped at a later date.
One day, when I retire from nude modeling, I’ll write about the ins-and-outs of my relationship with my parents in detail. Until then, I leave you with this picture.
Martini, October 2006.
The notes to your parents are wonderful. Granted, if they discover their child’s sex toy, I seriously doubt that your message will cause them any more guilt/trauma.
That’s not your only vibrator is it? Should I send you one as a housewarming gift?
oh, for a second there, i thought you were gonna say
“One day, when I retire from nude modeling, I’ll write about the ins-and-outs of my relationship with my *[crotchless] panties* in detail”
in, photo shoot, out, photo shoot, go home. that kind of thing.
I actually don’t own any crotchless panties.
That’s okay. Neither do I. Yet…
If you need anything while settling in, I’d be happy to drive up to Seattle next week. Otherwise, best of luck.
Good luck with the move…travel safe and be well. See you in August in Tampa!
Moraxian
The notes to your parents are brilliant! Especially when you sign ‘your adult daughter’.
Good luck with your move.
Best of luck in your move! I’m such an ass for not having called you when I was in the DC-area (granted, I am only ever home for a couple of days at a time). I figured we had moved too far apart metaphorically, and now you’re quite literally moving away even further. I hear Seattle is a fantastic place to live, so I hope you have a great time there!
Lots of love.
Candy,
I am old enough to be your father. I have an 18 year old daughter, and if I (or my wife) found our daugher’s vibrator or trashy lingerie, we would not be at all upset or surprised. I think this is very normal for a young adult woman.
I’m in the process of moving too. When I pack my porn collection, I’ll surely have to stash it somewhere out of sight. The warning notes wouldn’t save me the embarrasment from sharing my viewing pleasure with mom and dad.