One couple I’m close to… (OK! It’s my parents), own a whip apparently. My brother told me he found one in my father’s dresser drawer. Why my brother went in there, I don’t know. I know from an experience I had as a child, when I found something else of theirs, made think that THAT drawer was off limits. My brother knew about the drawer because he’s the first person came to and asked what ‘it’ was, (to which he laughed and made me ask my parent, who lied to me about it’s use… my brother then called them on it). I mean, my brother’s a laid back, normal guy; But why he was curious to go back and look in that drawer, and learn about my 65 year old parent’s sex life? And to want to tell me about it? I just can’t say. It’s something I would rather not know about my parents, and it’s something I would rather not know of my brother.
One of my best friends, and family friend’s father uses the Internet to cyber sex with live women on some pay site. His wife knows about it too.
One friend of our family tried to kill herself.
One BIG friend of the family, might have, cheated on his wife while they were married. We’re not friends with his ex-wife anymore. There were children involved, and she was either mad about him cheating, or just plain psycho, but she turned her kids away from him. So our family sympathized with his father who still claims he did nothing. Just the older I get, the less I believe he was totally innocent. What a bummer.
Sorry, that was “draft three”. My post is a little confusing, but I’m sure some of you can peice together what I was trying to say. I usually spend more time on my messages, but I hit “post” by mistake.
It’s really hard for me to spell out what I’m trying to say.
Anyway, the point of this is for people to tell their own stories about knowing “too much” about the people they know.
Similar to your whip story, I have an ex-girlfriend, still friend, that tricked me into “finding” her parents’ “bag o’ sex toys.”
She knew it was there, because she had found it at some point, and thought it more hilarious than anything else (I guess good for her for having a good sense of humor and not being stereotypically grossed out by the idea of her parents having a sex life.) I forget what reason she used for me to get and open the bag…but the end result was me staring into this small duffel bag just packed to the brim with dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, handcuffs, and I think I saw a gimp mask…
Like I said, good for them for having what I presume is a healthy, active sex life, and good for her for not caring, but I personally did not (and still don’t) want to think about her parents going at it with all manner of things going in all manner of places.
I know about my parents’ sex life, because my mom has told me without me asking. I know things about my sister’s boyfriend that I never needed to know, because she told my mom and then my mom told me. Without me asking.
I would rather not go into details because I try very hard not to think about it.
My neighbours seperated for a couple weeks and contemplated divorce. They seem so happy now, I would never have guessed there was a rift. Now that I’ve discovered it, I keep looking for the cracks…
A man I respected cheated on his wife repeatedly. Now I can’t take his (excellent) advice without feeling like I support his choices. Makes me feel like a jerk to treat him with respect, which in every other way he deserves.
A very attractive neighbour had a (excellent) boob job before I met her. My appreciation of her, er, attributes has diminshed.
After my dad died, my sister and her daughter took on the job of cleaning out his house. (Our mother had passed away several years earlier.) They found (and told me about) a lot of things we all wished we had never known about. Especially the very graphic porn tapes and the Viagra.
This is why all men, and maybe women too, need to make a plan with a buddy to help out the grieving widow. For example, I helped the widow of a friend sort out some hobby related stuff where I had more knowledge than her. In the course of sorting things I happened upon a box of stuff I knew the widow would never use <wink><wink>. If I had known my friends wishes I could have discreetly gotten rid of the box. As it turned out, after one glance at the contents she suggested that I take care of that. If I hadn’t been there she may have dug through that box and that would have tarnished a memory. Make a plan: "Joe, there’s a box in my basement marked “miscellaneous”. Don’t look in it, don’t let my wife look in it.
As I’ve gotten older I’ve heard a few shocking stories about older family members. I don’t need to know that Uncle Bill cheated on Aunt Betty back in 1943. And how do I look at Aunt Sally now, when I’m just finding out that her husband (now dead) used to beat her back in the 60s?
A guy I became acquainted with in school last year seemed like like a nice, honest dude,and we became sort-of friends. I have a very hard time making friends, because I’m very suspicious of people, and spent most of my teen years being hurt by so-called friends. This guy was the first person I met at school that I thought I could have a friendship with.
Anyway, in casual conversation one day he mentioned that he was having a hard time finding an apartment because he was a felon. I kept my mouth shut, but curiosity got the better of me, and that evening I googled his name.
Turns out he had been arrested, tried and convicted years ago of taking pictures and making videos of himself having sex with children. I’ve tried to avoid him since then.
I think I’ve heard that referred to as your “porn buddy”. In my case, my husband and I are OK for each other, but we’d need someone to destroy a bunch of stuff in case both of us died at the same time, as we don’t want grieving family members discovering all that.
I could live without knowing what my father-in-law’s penis (flaccid, thank god) looks like, or about the third(?)-hand (SIL told my husband/her brother, who told me) report of one of the physical/emotional abuses he apparently inflicted on his wife in front of their daughters.
For that matter, I would be fine not knowing about the sexual position/timing/etc involved in finally creating their only son, my husband. :smack:
What a brilliant small business plan. I see franchises all across the nation.
Many people may not have a porn buddy. I envision two membership opportunities at first wag.
A: couples who pass simultaneously. No one wants to find Mom’s big black jelly double-dong, butt plugs from small to large, or your BIL’s vibrating cock ring. Hell, my wife has a Rabbit that she’s even afraid to pull out with a BAC lower than .19!
Singles: from 20 somethings to 70+, lots of folks have toys, adult media, or both, but just no one to ditch it for them. Embarassment, no friends, friends too far away or traveling.
$9.95/month for peace of mind!
All’s I need is a good name and some working capital!
Vanish
Virtual BFF
Come and Gone
Pornever
Dildo Baggins. Your stuff just disappears!
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