Steph Auteri (Other)
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our busy, workaholic lives. We cook together. We indulge in our mutual appreciation of wine together. We do the couch potato thing and watch ...
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I don't have any tattoos (I'm a wuss about pain and permanence), but I think they can be beautiful... ESPECIALLY the sleeve tattoos. In fact, I often daydream about getting a rainbow of cat paws on my wrist or shoulder, or getting my favorite Emily Dickinson poem about writing tattooed on my upper thigh or on the inside of my arm. But you're right. Even among our own generation, there's judgment. My husband hates them. When I press him to tell me why, he says that he feels people do it to be rebellious, and he thinks that's dumb. I tell him he's generalizing, and that tattoos can be meaningful, or like art. But he won't change his mind. Sigh. I love that you're rocking those tattoos, and I don't think it reflects one bit on your abilities as a mother.
Ha! Funny you ask... I've actually been very lucky to be married to the man I'm married to. As a sex writer, I'm so fortunate to be with someone who's such a ham, and loves seeing himself in my personal writing. I must admit, though. This was the first time I ever felt nervous writing about him, so I asked him for permission before taking the assignment. He agreed, on the grounds that he would read my piece before I turned it in. He's happy as long as he's not misrepresented in any way.
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Ditto what BookMama said. I wouldn't care -- and it shouldn't matter -- except for the fact that she holds herself up as a paragon of purity, and presents that as a major aspect of her platform.
Thanks Kristin! You make a good point about moving in together pre-marriage. We did the same thing, living together for almost a full year before we said "I do." I didn't want the stress of that moving-in-together transition overlapping with the stress of the "holy-shit-I'm-married" transition. :)