Getting Myself Into Trouble

I have a meeting with a Catholic Social Services Agency today at 5:30 to try to get a handout for my dire financial situation following the break down of the house. I have no qualms feigning belief, offering up prayers I memorized when I was 5 or even going to confession. In fact, that last one might be fun and provide great material for my blog.

On another note, Boyfriend and I were lying in bed last night, talking about the ethics and privacy concerns inherent to blogging. Where the boundaries lay. Boyfriend is incredibly understanding and patient in accepting my willingness to post just about anything. My situation is a bit strange, as this blog is not completely anonymous. (Well, maybe not strange, that's probably how it is with most of us). Many of my readers are friends and family, and know exactly who and what I'm talking about - or how to associate Lex Fori with my picture in the Boalt Hall Face Book.

Anyhow - I am most certainly permitted to note that Boyfriend is hands down, 100%, by a super-far long way -- the best lover I have ever had. My experiences with Gloworms, Bathtubs and Cabbage Patch Dolls are also fair game. Obviously, I make a point to stop short of disclosing what I consider to be other people's private concerns. There are things about my family I would never get into, although if you're dead - you're fair game. Just so my peeps know. No worries to GRM, Loony Toons Aunt, Step-Father, My Banker, Uncle Reptile or Mom. I watch what I say when it comes to your lives, and will continue to do so. Until you pass away. Then, you better make damn sure you treated me well in your will. Although I guess, as a disclaimer, my ideas of what constitutes private might be a little off. On another note, none of the previous sentences apply to you CECU, you're fair game - dead or alive ;)

So during the conversation, I randomly said sorry to Boyfriend for making him feel uncommfortable in Lex Land. He promptly admonished me for offering an unecessary apology. He had just finished telling me how much he respects my creative authority and I had immediately felt a sense of guilt:

Boyfriend: "You don't need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong."
Lex: "It's my Catholic Guilt."
Boyfriend: "Come on, how long are you going to play the Recovering Catholic card?"
Lex: "Hey, it's a strong one. Damn near as good as the Race card."
Boyfriend: Knowing I would be the first to call that total bullshit. "Really?!?" Large, suprised eyes. "And where are you going to get reparations? From God?" Laugh. "Who don't even believe in?"
Lex: "No, from the Catholic Church, tomorrow at 5:30." Smile. "Can I blog that you're awesome in bed?"
Boyfriend: "Totally."