Privacy Invasion
Mar. 11th, 2004 07:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielOne of the many things that's infuriates me about having to live in a postage stamp-sized house is one's lack of privacy. I'd have no problem living in the 1984 world into which this nation is currently hurtling headlong because practically everything I have or do is witnessed by Aunt Tudi.
This morning, she happened upon a very naughty story I'd printed out to read. Apparently, it had fallen to the floor in the bedroom and she stepped on it. Even though it was folded, she proceeded to open it and read the first few lines. Of course, she tried to guilt me for having such licentious material lying about. Five years ago, I would have been mortified and would have apologised in tears, but not now.
My response to her: "If you come across a folded piece of paper and you know it's not yours, I would suggest you not open it unless you're prepared to be horrified."
I refuse to apologise anymore for being who I am. I read naughty stories. Hell, I have written naughty stories! She knows this, yet she still acts as though I should be apologetic and hide away this aspect of myself and my life. Well, I do the best I can to remain discreet, but this house so to frickin small, it's kind of difficult to do at times.
How the story got on the floor, I don't know. I had it placed under a book on my bedside table. The Mighties know I don't leave bits of erotica out for public view. But I contend that Aunt Tudi shouldn't have opened up a folded piece of paper that was lying on the floor of a room that's primarily mine. She was just setting herself up for scandal.
No, I'm not embarrassed.....but I am a little irked.
This morning, she happened upon a very naughty story I'd printed out to read. Apparently, it had fallen to the floor in the bedroom and she stepped on it. Even though it was folded, she proceeded to open it and read the first few lines. Of course, she tried to guilt me for having such licentious material lying about. Five years ago, I would have been mortified and would have apologised in tears, but not now.
My response to her: "If you come across a folded piece of paper and you know it's not yours, I would suggest you not open it unless you're prepared to be horrified."
I refuse to apologise anymore for being who I am. I read naughty stories. Hell, I have written naughty stories! She knows this, yet she still acts as though I should be apologetic and hide away this aspect of myself and my life. Well, I do the best I can to remain discreet, but this house so to frickin small, it's kind of difficult to do at times.
How the story got on the floor, I don't know. I had it placed under a book on my bedside table. The Mighties know I don't leave bits of erotica out for public view. But I contend that Aunt Tudi shouldn't have opened up a folded piece of paper that was lying on the floor of a room that's primarily mine. She was just setting herself up for scandal.
No, I'm not embarrassed.....but I am a little irked.