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Wow. Twice in one day.

So.

My sister, who's a good little missionary, has found out that I'm certified now and toying with the idea of moving to New Orleans. She's asked Mom if I think she'd mind if she moved in with me if I do go.

Mind, I love my sister, and think she's a good person. I do. No. Really. Stop that, I'm not kidding.

OTOH, she's also barely comfortable with the notion that I dated a pre-op trannie, and even then, she asked all the questions about our relationship except whether we'd fucked. Not that it'd be any of her business if we had, but if my sister and I live together... well, it's fucking New Orleans, and I'm into the occasional guy, too. I don't think that my sister'd pick a fight with me over it - she's long since realized that having an SO brings out the best in me - but neither do I think she'd be comfortable with the idea of those thumping noises in the next room, guy or girl.

OTOH, she does have her head together more than I do. She can budget. She can organize. She can plan shit out more than a couple hours in advance.

Hell, she might even insist that I get laid.

(Shut up, RG.)