Kinky, With Kids

That’s one helluva comma, isn’t it?

You know “ the one in the title. It’s right after “Kinky. That comma means a lot to me. It shows that my sex life is separate from my parent life. The full statement encompasses a slice of who I am, but that comma shows the boundary that I keep between the two things.

A lot of people don’t see that comma. Consciously or unconsciously they don’t separate a person’s consensual, adult, sexual activities with their parental activities. The threat of child custody problems, social workers checking on the welfare of your children, even just nosy neighbors, is always lurking somewhere in my brain. Fortunately for me, I’ve got a pretty good foundation set up. We have our own kink-friendly lawyer and we’ve drawn up documents stating our responsibilities to our kids. We’re out as poly to the twin’s grandparents, and they’re okay with it. We also have a strong set of friends, family, and lovers who understand our need to place our children first, and have been supporting us every step of the way thus far.

However, there’s still that unknown that haunts me. When the twins get to school age, how will their teachers react? How will their friends react? How much of our sex lives will we tell them about? How many boundaries do we keep? What happens when they do run into someone whose sex education differs from what we tell them? I have some ideas, but you really don’t know until it happens. I plan to write about these things in future posts, and as things happen. I hope you’ll read along as I take this journey.

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