What...the...fuck?

Yes yes, I know, I'm on holidays. I should be updating every day. Quite frankly my dear readers, I don't give a damn. I'm busy. Every one's asking me to go do stuff, as is my darling boyfriend who shall now be referred to as Spunky. Something about how I give his life meaning so spending a day away from me is a day wasted. Seems a tad over the top to me, but whatever. He understands I need me time, and days out with the girls which I can do now that I am employed.

My exam results came out today. Yay for me. I got well over the score I needed to get into the course I wanted, and I did great in Drama and Studio. :)

Anyway, now onto stuff that is shitting me.


Riddle me this, dear readers. What century is this?
Are we not, in fact, 8 years into the 21st century, the new enlightened age? Explain to me, then, why people still harbor outmoded ideas about sex.

Case in point: my mother. She continues to dumbfound me. Seriously, just when I think I have her pegged she throws me a curve ball.
At age 14 I get invited to a friends 18th Birthday bash in the rough part of a local neighborhood, and was sure she would never let me go. On the contrary, she was all for it.
Since then I had a bit of an ordeal involving several friends attempting to hasten their departure to the great comic book store/music haven in the sky, and I was able to talk to her about it all. However, if I even broach the subject of sex in her presence (at least, in a serious sense) she changes the topic.
BUT! Woah ho again, when I announce for the first time that I shall be crashing at my boyfriend's house, she's fine. Possibly because she can harbor the illusion that I'm sleeping on the couch. Huh. He has a double bed. I am not sleeping on any couch when there is a double bed. No, my dear readers, we aren't having sex (I won't give you the details of what we do get up to, because that's neither here nor there). So, when my dearest Spunky stays late at mine one night, father suggests he just sleeps on the spare mattress I keep in my room, rather than make the journey home. Great idea! So we pull out the mattress and he sleeps on the floor, as I am unlucky enough to still have the same single bed that I did at age 10.

THIS evening, however, I mention that Spunky will again be staying the night. Mother INSISTS that we drag the mattress out of my room and that Spunky sleep in the lounge room.
Does this seem odd to you? I should probably point out that Spunky is well liked by my entire family (except possibly my grandmother, who will be nice and civil but wont love him until he slaps a ring on my finger). Spunky is now snoozing on the opposite side of the wall. I'm trying to decide whether I should go and sleep on the couch near him, just to make a point.

Father dearest says that this is because this was how mother was raised, and what happened when the two of them were seeing each other.... twenty five years ago, and he is not taking sides on the matter. He also mentioned that its partially because it might cause raised eyebrows where friends and family are concerned.
To which I counted, "Who's going to know?"
I also said, "Spunky will be on the floor. I will be in my bed. You two have the ears of wolves and sleep very lightly. Would I really do something so stupid?"
What really gets me is that for all of my mother's grand statements of giving me independence and trust, she pulls crap like this which proves that she does not, in fact, trust me. Whether or not she trusts Spunky doesn't enter into it. She should trust me enough to say no, and trust my judgement enough in that I would never date a guy who didn't respect me. I could never love someone who didn't respect me.
I just don't see what the big deal is. What's more she's grossly inconsistent. Yes, I am aware that I'm her baby girl, but she can't keep playing that card forever!
I'm not religious in any way either, so my morals and ideas are a tad more liberated than the rest of my family, but she always told me that the reason she never had sex before she was engaged wasn't to do with her faith, but because she felt that none of her boyfriends were right or respected her enough. I respect her for that very much, and it's the same principle I employed, long before she even said that to me. Truth be told, I'm not sure shes convinced that the faith she was raised on is exactly fantastic.
There is no question that religion has demonised an act which is in fact essential and natural. The idea that you should wait for marriage is ludicrous, the idea that you should wait for someone you love and trust to come along is not.

You can be damn sure that if/when I have a daughter I'll be honest and up front with her, and that I wont be fazed by having a boy sleep on the floor of her room. I'd like to think that I'd trust her enough to be comfortable with it and besides, it's not like it's any of my business. It sure as hell isn't my mothers, nor will it be.