I grew up in one of those Judeo-Christian homes that apparently strike terror in the hearts of the likes of Betty Friedan, Alan Grayson and Kathryn Joyce.
My parents never had sex until they got married to each other. Theirs is an enduring and beautiful relationship of mutual understanding and admiration, and true love, a union advantageous to both parties.
They are still married, to each other. They put off their marriage almost a year waiting for the unreserved blessing of both sets of their parents, who are also still married to their first loves.
Terrible, isn't it, how many couples are perpetuating the dangerous patriarchy world view and the subjugation of women!
I think my parents' sex life could be rightly described as active and fulfilled, because my mom's eyes dance and her smile lights up her face when Dad comes up behind her in the kitchen and puts his hands around her hips.
I think it because after we saw The Princess Bride, Mom took me aside and said, "True love is real. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise."
I think it because together they have fourteen children.
(The rest of the About Me is in the December 17th, 2010 blog post.)
