Possibly...but also her being a nosy bagIn case of nudie mags.
I used to carefully tear Razzle into sections and stash the segments in LP sleeves.
Possibly...but also her being a nosy bagIn case of nudie mags.
I would think having a kid puts you in close quarters with the straight life- you need a reliable job, safe neighborhood, polite acquaintance with teachers and the other parents - how did you avoid it?When I got ok with the idea of us trying for a kid it was largely because I was staring into the abyss of what a life without raving could be. I used to go a lot but gradually the raving crew started to dwindle. The energy and excitement wasn't there anymore after years of hammering it.
I knew I couldnt go back to straight life, like where you have dinner parties round friends houses and make polite conversation and then may be mooch round borough market or whatever. So I needed to do something that was as psychedically as intense and rushy and all consuming as raving. Having a kid was the obvious option.
One other thing...it's surprising difficult to make a baby we found. It involves sex on a tight schedule, with no deviations in terms of the type of sex, or the end point. It's a bit of a buzz kill really. Another work assignment. Gets to be a real drag and you're just relieved when the task is finally done.
Oh I still do those things but because of the kid a large part of my life is ruled by Eris. That was what it was like when I was raving tho. Still had a job etc but then the weekends /some weekday evenings were the opposite of all that.I would think having a kid puts you in close quarters with the straight life- you need a reliable job, safe neighborhood, polite acquaintance with teachers and the other parents - how did you avoid it?
Wasn't that quite annoying when "the mood took you"? Having to hastily reassemble your favourite photo spread, losing track of which bits in which LP etc etc.Possibly...but also her being a nosy bag
I used to carefully tear Razzle into sections and stash the segments in LP sleeves.
Was this just before Prohibition or right after?it was slightly unnerving when my mom first started talking to me differently, as a full-fledged adult as opposed to just her son. we'd always gotten along ok but it felt odd, in a positive way, as if we'd made some sort of unconscious breakthrough. asking my opinion instead of telling me how things should be, for example. or genuine interest in things going on in my career/life.
also remember a related moment with my dad: I'd been out of college for a couple of years and while back home visiting in the summer, he asked me if I wanted a beer. christ, I never saw that one coming. I'd graduated from son to a beer-drinking peer, talking about politics or business news or sports or whatever.
What were your flaws, in his eyes?My mum still hasn't started talking to me like an adult but I'm not sure she treats anyone at all as an adult come to think of it. It was a huge relief when my dad decided to give up on me and just sort of take me as I am. I was maybe mid twenties?