I grew up in a similar household, however it was understood that men do it as a right of passage, but women wait until they're married.
Quite a conundrum.
My life is an open book, IP. I grew up in rural Georgia, spent some time in the Corp, married twice, spent some time in the can, and here I am today; a half a wise-ass.
I was in the USMC at the time my Uncle Clancy sat as Chairman of the 9th District Board of Education.
During this time, the "Support Our Troops" bumper stickers hit their peak. The only time my uncle has ever acknowledged me was during this time when he had a picture of him and me together plastered all over billboards and such. Crappy photo, too. It was from my first and only Christmas visit home... drunk as hell!
I can't find my car keys! Where the hell are they? I MUST run three errands today (Mail off the mortgage, truck payment, and a haircut.) and I am unable to leave! Where the fuck are they?
Obvious places I have looked and looked again:
My pants
My junk drawer
My truck (!!!)
coffee table
Not so obvious places, I know I wouldn't have put them
my ass
thrown into a drain
into the reservoir
down the toilet
Fuck! Where are they hiding?
Yes. This was the background storyline for an Isaac Asimov novel by the same name, "i just heard that thousands of years ago people had the o blood type, but when people started migrating around the planet there were more blood types created. now doctors are finding certain blood types mean you should eat certain things. anyone else ever hear this?".
Well...
I'm at that point of no return in my life. Either I keep on sinning or I put myself on the path of straight and narrow.
Judge not lest ye be judged.... and I have by a judge.
Well, shit yeah! The perfect example of this; the muckrakers that interviewed New Orleans refugees. I mean, could they have found a bigger lot of white trash and ghetto apes?