Acceptance.

I know that my sexual preferences are not the norm. Hell, to be honest, that is a draw for me. The taboo nature of some of it. Anyway. I never really planned on telling my family about my sexual preferences. I am open, don't get me wrong, but my family doesn't need to know that I like to be spanked and choked. However, after the relationship was out in the open with them, I swore to always tell the truth.

I was out to lunch and after some questioning my sexual preferences were out on the table. I was mortified. Like I said earlier, I never planned on letting my family in on what I like sexually. Whatever, what is done, is done. But now that brings me to my subject, accepting family.

I know that no matter what, I am accepting of my family. My family is made up of some twisted people. They have done some things that are wrong. Blatantly wrong. I still accept them as family though. That I think is why it irks me as how they judge me with my Daddy. It irritates me that they feel like they can pass judgement and not be accepting. I understand why they don't accept him, but they should accept my desire to be with him. *sighs* I feel like I am hitting my head up against a wall over and over again. I don't like the situation I am in. It is not me. There is so much drama, and I am such NOT a drama person. Just not me. I try to avoid it.

I don't know where I wanted to go with this. The whole subject gives me a headache to be honest...