elfs | Mom, stop knocking on my damn closet, okay?

Mom called this evening and talked my ear off for over an hour. I mentioned during the course of the conversation that I was at a party recently, and a friend of mine came to me and introduced me to a strikingly pretty woman. He said, "You two have to talk. You have something in common. You both dated Angi."

My Mom had a sudden intake of breath and said, "You mean, Yamaraashi-chan's mother dates women? Did you know that when you were with her?" I'm afraid I hemmed and hawed and she said, "Well, does she, you know, does she protect Yamaraashi-chan from that kind of stuff?"

"What stuff?" I said.

"You know. That."

I said that it really wasn't that big of a deal, and Yamaraashi-chan would have to face the real world someday, it may as well be now. "Well," Mom grumbled. "I hope you protect her from that kind of thing."

I think I'd like to protect Yamaraashi-chan from being close-minded or ignorant, personally. I made agreeable noises and told her that Yamaraashi-chan was just fine. That made her comfortable and the topic cycled 'round to something else.

Y'know, if my Mom does come visit us this Summer, as she's considering, I wonder what kind of sanitizing I'll have to do.