I finally had "the talk" with my mom and told her what I do for a living. She was concerned for my safety, but we talked about it for awhile, and I think she's ok with it. It's nice to not have anything standing between us. I feel like I could tell her anything.
This was the last of three important talks I had to have with her.
One, that I work as a:
This was the last of three important talks I had to have with her.
One, that I work as a:
Two, that I'm a big ol':
And Three, that I root for the:
She took that last one the worst. She's born and raised in New York. There was a small shouting match, but I think we'll pull through.
"mom, i'm an exotic dancer"
"oh honey, just be carefull, it is very dangerous"
"mom, i'm a lesbian."
"oh, well i still love you dear"
"i'm a red sox fan"
"you are NOT my daughter!
hahaha i'm a sox fan in new york, trust me i go through it all the time.