Soft Core?

Cute E-mo (no more) kid








So cute E-mo kid informs me he is no longer E-mo. He is now really "soft-core". Huh? What the heck is soft-core? When I googled a request for "soft-core music definition" I got a dictionary explanation of what soft core porn is. Yeah...that made me feel warm and fuzzy.

In the mean time I go hunting for E-mo kid...er, um...soft core kid's picture file and see picture of he and his girlfriend taken with our digital camera at her house. They are laying down together, clothed and kissing. If the picture weren't so innocent and sweet (no tongue, Thank God!) I'd be worried. But, sheesh, have times changed so much that kids take pictures of themselves kissing? TMI thank you very much. Besides, where was her Mom? I thought her Mom was home the whole time he was over there. Yeah...more warm and fuzzies going on now. BTW, did I mention he is 15 years old and she is 14!!!

Any how, he got a little bent because I went into his picture folder on MY computer. Yeah...warm and fuzzies to the 3rd power. We had a little fireside chat about how the computer does belong to ME and is shared by family members...shared being the operative word. Oh yeah, privacy is a privilege, not a right, so get over me copping a photo to load on to my blog. He's over it...sort of...not happy, but not arguing either. I think he's just relieved I didn't put the picture of he and sweet little girlfriend kissing on my page...yet!

So now that I know he is soft-core, I have to figure out what that means. I can barely stand the excitement of listening to the newest batch of music and looking at the newest batch of sites and probably being scarred (yes you read that right SCARRED) for life by what interests my child.

Tonight he asked me to check out AIDEN's web site. Yes...you got it another hair ball called the warm and fuzzies to swallow. Remember my graditude attitude? I said my boys stretched my limits? Yeah, well consider me stretched, and stretched and Ssssss-tttttt---rrrrrr---eeee-chchchch---edededed! Call me Gumby, damn it! I'm stretched, alright!!

The only upside is that he and his brother are still asking me to look at the web sites and listen to the music. Now if I can only survive the experience without packing their bags and sending them to military school or several sessions with a therapist, we may all get on with our lives in peace and harmony.

Wait, never mind...why should they get to talk about themselves for an hour on my dime with a therapist? I'LL GO!!!!

By the way, soft-core kid says Aiden isn't soft core. Huh? Now what?!!!

Bonfires

Remember the good old days of high school when you had a big game coming up and the school would have a bonfire night during the week to stir the school spirit to a fever pitch for the big game?

Well this week is homecoming at my son's high school. So cute E-mo kid decides he will reluctantly conform and go to bonfire. Why?

Not to cheer on the school. Hell no!!! The natural enemy of an E-mo kid is the Doo-Bro. (Jocks who buy clothes at Pac Sun stores). Doo-bros play football. Cute E-mo kid does NOTcheer on the football team.

No he goes to the bonfire first, to hang out with his friends, in particular Alena, the girlfriend that I'm not supposed to know he has. Secondly, it IS night time and there IS a BIG fire at school. Which is code for--there is always the chance the winds will come up and blow a spark in the direction of the campus and...yipee, skippy doo-dah day...the school could burn to the ground.

Don't try to follow the logic. I get sucked in every day and usually end up with a headache.

So, since cute E-mo boy doesn't have a drivers' license yet me and the guy I live with decide to drive him out to the school, which is some distance from our house, and go hang out at my Dad's house, which is nearby. Dad is out of town. We figure, we will hang out at Dad's and start a little bonfire of our own. If you know what I mean.

Well, concientious neighbor Connie comes over before we even have lip lock and proceeds to fill me in on the neighborhood goings on. She includes my brother's visit the previous weekend for his high school reunion when he used Dad's house. No duh, Connie, I was there!

In the mean time, the guy I live with is inside opening windows and doors to air the place out and instead of coming outside to rescue me lays down on Papa Bear's bed and takes a little nap.

After the 4th or 5th good bye and ringing ears, Connie talks at about volume level 14 on a scale of 1 to 10, I finally extricate myself from the friendly neighbor and go seek out that guy I live with. Yeah, he is prone---extremeties stretched to the four corners of the bed and snoring.

So I kicked his foot. Yes, I can kick that high! I kicked his foot and told him we had to leave to go pick up the kid at the bonfire. Who's parting words to us were...

"Don't be late. I don't want to be standing like a lonely loser in the parking lot!"

Poor kid, we've left him stranded soooooo many times. Puh-leeze! In my family we were always the last ones picked up. I never let my kids wait although cute E-mo boy tempts me frequently.

So no bonfire for me, however, cute E-mo kid came home with glitter all over his hoodie from the girlfriend that I don't know anything about. Something tells me, he got bonfire.

So, my son wears girl pants...

Yeah, he is 15 years old and wears chick jeans. He is size "0". He spends more time shopping and trying them on than I EVER have for ANY pair of pants in my life. I know because for some reason he likes me to go with him when he buys his clothes. Most of the time I count myself as damn lucky my sons want to go anywhere with me. So when he asks me to go with him shopping...I go.

In the beauty shop today there was a conversation about the trend of guys wearing girl pants. Since my son had just left after getting his hair cut I mentioned he wore girl pants. Almost immediately and in a whisper, one woman asked if he liked girls. Huh?

Before I could recover from that one...dun-dun-dun-dah...does he like boys? Ex-cuuuuuse me?

I didn't know there was a correlation between wearing girl pants and sexual orientation. It is an understatement to say her comment was rude. However, I gave her a shock by saying that it wouldn't bother me if my son were gay. You should have seen the look on her face!

Of course I went on to say, being gay wouldn't make me love him any less. It wouldn't compel me to try and "save" him either. It would worry me though. Choosing to be and live openly gay is very difficult in our country, but all in all, it wouldn't bother me.

After much blustering this lady said she didn't believe me. WTF?!!! She is certain, that ANY mother would care if her son were gay. Holy Crap! Now I'm a bad mother too? Since she already thinks he is gay by wearing girl pants I didn't get her point. My mature reaction to her was an outburst of laughter.

Really, it was like being caught in an episode of the Twilight Zone. I actually couldn't believe there was someone so ignorant sitting in the chair next to me.

My son Shmoo (he hates it when I call him that, but what the hell...it's my blog!) is what is known as an "E-mo Kid". Yeah, he likes all that angst ridden, screaming, girl friend left me, died, ran way, the relationship is over music. Although I can hardly count myself as a fan, I do listen to most of his music. *see me shudder...twice* It's pretty depressing stuff.

OTOH, three years ago he was playing Shania Twain night and day. After that it was the Backstreet Boys. He even had a brief Britney Spears period...complete with skanky Britney poster on his closet door.

While his heart currently belongs to E-mo, he also listens to BB King, Eric Clapton, Ray Charles, John Mayer and James Taylor. He even knows who Emmylou Harris is. He has endured my CDs of the soundtracks of Hope Floats and Chicago. He has grown up in an extended family infatuated with Frank Sinatra.

Sure, he'd love it if he could look like Sonny Moore in the group FROM FIRST TO LAST . Sonny is the beauty with the long black hair. Yikes!

But for right now, my son's hair is its' natural brown, his ears are pierced, but he doesn't wear any makeup or have any tatoos.

He'd like to die his hair black...we said, ummm...No!

He'd like to tatoo one arm...yes the whole arm. To say or show what, who knows. We said..uh-uh, no way!

He wants to pierce his bottom lip, one OR maybe both sides. Yeah...No!

He makes decent grades, and is a fairly obedient kid. Below is a picture of him with his older brother from last October which I've posted before. His hair is a little shorter, but basically, he looks the same. He sure is scary isn't he? Braces and all! Check out the girl pants!

Hey, maybe he's gay, maybe he isn't...

*sigh* *huff* *eye roll* "Yes, Mom, I know you don't care if I'm gay, but I'm not, OK? Geez...do you WANT me to be gay?!!!"

So, my son wears girl pants...