The Facts of Life......

I have always wondered at times and yet have retained,a lot of good advice shared in humour.Now much of that humour has many slants.But the humour that has stayed with me,is the honesty from which it is told and evolved.
A for instance. My sexual education was sparse.But my mother's advice was not.
If the bedroom isn't working then you shouldn't be there in the first place.
Bedrooms are for relationships.The living room is not.
In fact in the generation of our mothers life was so much simpler.
She didn't have to get the barage of magazines with young slim and vulnerable, expounding on the Orgasm.If history and the legends serve us right our mother's genration were lucky if sex didn't culminate without the benefit of foreplay.Unless you were in a parked car
after a saturday dance.
Now you go to town.Stand about consuming as much alcohol, it takes to disguise the fact,
that you really are there with your fanny hanging out.Orgasm.Pah.
I invented it.
So taking one's mothers advice.It stands to reason.If the head board isn't banging.
Then there isn't a relationship going on.
My mother's other bouquet,was
Your father was always so accomodating.
Imagine Saturday night.
It's the art of finding someone.Accomodating.
In my mother's generation it was harder to get into her knickers,when currently
underwear is optional. The Accomodation might not have long,dusted the cobwebs off.
And in farewelling, the wry humour of my mother's teaching.
Such is the pomposity of the human pattern,that when finding out you are
about to attend the funeral of her lover in senior years.While few are are aware of the sexual /emotional nature of the relationship.
I was glad of the almost greek proportions of my mother in mourning.
Quite the spectacle.
It seems. After burying two husbands .
That to find an accomodating man.
Humour.True to tell.