Coming from a conservative family with strict parents, I know what it’s like to have a snoopy mom. A mom that wants to know who you’re hanging out with at all times, every detail of your school life, and what exactly is happening in that head of yours. Well let me tell you, having snoopy parents just creates a sneaky child. My hiding skills are on par with a chameleon.
As my siblings and I have gotten older and the relationships with my parents have strengthened, we sometimes find it funny to reveal exactly what was going on under their nose. Their reactions are priceless, but every so often, they reveal right back that they knew what we were doing the whole time… just like these parents. Unfortunately for them, it might have been better off if they didn’t know.
When I was early in my teens We didn’t yet have a computer or the internet but we did have Cinemax, and my friend Doug introduced me to late night movies on the weekends. I never got caught with that but as a teenager who read comics and was now fully aware of female anatomy, I would try to draw pictures of Rogue or Jean Grey naked. I used to hide them either inside comics or between my mattress and box spring. I never considered that my mom would one day change my sheets. She told me she was disappointed with me for drawing the pictures but impressed with the artwork so she put it in her hope chest with all my other shit she was proud of. I was embarrassed then but now in my thirties it’s nice to know my mom cared that much. (Curated_Chaos)
Not So Accidental
Heh. Not quite on topic, but related. My mother “accidentally” found my brother’s dope plants in a house he and I shared when she “popped round for a visit” while we were out. Her line was that she went to put something away and – lo and behold – it just happened to be the cupboard my brother has stashed his plants in.
When I said it couldn’t have been an accident, as I’d placed a small piece of tape on all the cupboard doors in the house and every single one had been opened, she flew into a rage, carping on about how she couldn’t trust my brother and that’s why she had to check every cupboard. But more to the point, that my trick with the cupboards was a low and despicable act and I should be ashamed of myself.
So when I then explained that I’d lied, that I hadn’t put tape anywhere, but I appreciated her new honesty regarding snooping through the flat, things strangely didn’t get any better after that. (ferrisoxide_)
A picture of my daughter giving some kid head on her bed. Hand drawn at that.
It was a stick figure drawing, with names drawn by a friend of hers. I assume she was in the room at the time, but I’ve never really given it a lot of thought. It may have been drawn after the fact and no, I’m not going to share it, sorry. Def a kid from her school was the recipient, but it was a long long time ago, and in another state so whooping some ass is no longer feasible. (CAPTN_AVERAGE)