So, I emailed this whole link to my creative mother. She said I shouldn't have shown off so much about my personal life. And she's an artist. I think to myself, that's what art is! Exposing the most tender, fragile parts of yourself through some kind of medium. Personally, I think it was the Shit Essay that did it. Of course, what's ironic about her offense to the essay is that's my POINT EXACTLY; we really shouldn't be sharing these things with others. Bathroom time is quality time. Of course, my crudeness absolutely eliminates any sense of propriety, and therefore, my dear mother is probably heartbroken.

So, for Mom--I'm sorry I offended you. Please note: this website will continue to be mildly offensive.

I wonder what people thought of Picasso's nudes. I think they are mildly offensive, myself. And Freud! He had a mother! What in the world did SHE think? Egads!

More later on mothers; now I am off to spend time with Michael's parents. More on that later, too.