Family
We don’t try too awfully hard to hide our kinky sides or our poly sides from vanilla friends and family, but neither do we tell them about it.
We therefore must assume what they know. We assume that they don’t know any of the details, but we also assume that they have some idea that strange things are going on in the bedroom.
I guess that this weekend some of that will necessarily change because we are traveling in our Airstream, being followed by relatives in their own RV. Our Airstream is fairly good sized, but it was designed for two people, and while can sleep more it just doesn’t really have separate sleeping areas. Alas, there will be more than two of us within, and we will not be making some kind of superhuman efforts to deceive anyone about where people might be sleeping.
Whatever our relatives might think they know about our private lives now, I think it quite safe to assume that their understanding will shoot up a large notch or two by the time our weekend is over.
If all that isn’t enough, this fall we will be doing it all again, only this time with even more relatives, and by a very good stroke of fortune, more of us in the Airstream.
Sometimes I think it just about perfect that all of our relatives seem to have adopted their own don’t ask, don’t tell policies. It seems much easier than the heartache that would follow if they decided that they wanted to know more than whatever they have figured out on their own.
