What still makes you blush?

Watching porn movies in front of mum and dad makes me blush.......

Watching porn movies that my mum and dad are in makes me blush.

So, did you rent the movie and invite them, or did they rent the movie and invite you? Or did one party surprise the other in the act of watching and then decide to join in? and, shades of a Graham Greene short story called Blue Movie, were any of you acting in the movie?

*orders new ABCspecs with poems along the arms for em from ABCshop*

Is it possible, do you think, to learn to blush if you practice hard enough? I'll let you know. Maybe making a porn movie in front of Mom and Dad might do the trick.

Aha, just re-read: so your parents were actually IN the movie? that sounds nifty to me. My parents didn't even sleep on the same floor of the house, much less together, for 45 years. Seeing them in a porn movie (as young adults of course) would have been refreshing.

Excuse me, Justin but there's some things even I don't like to think about. Your comment re long non-sleeping-together life-style of parents raises four questions in my mind (?). i) exactly how old are you? ii) exactly how long were your parents 'married'? iii) how many goddamn floors has your house got? and forgive me, I hate to be the one to raise this but iv) are you absolutely sure they are your parents? Finally JT, I would like to congratulate you on being one enlightened dude. I've heard many things in my long and sorry life but I've never heard anyone describe the idea of watching his parents 'perform' on the big silver screen as 'refreshing.' If only you hadn't added the rider 'as young adults of course' you would have gone straight in at no. 1 on my list of all-time enlightened human beings. What's wrong with 'em performing as a couple of old wrinklies? Do you think by any chance that love is only for the lucky and the strong? Oh, and of course, the young and physically enchanting? Was going to say 'beautiful' but it isn't quite the same thing, is it.

Meat: The Parents.

...when i was 18 i got a job in a bank in bath, I was in the machine room and was the only male out of 10 or so staff there..I remember that the room was constantly smoky as the supervisor smoked like a chimney, she reminded me of Bet Lynch of coronation street. All the girls there seemed to take great pleasure making me blush....they would talk about sex all the time it seemed and kept asking me about my (non-existent) sex life.... I'm sure the 36 year old me would have fared a lot better...

Doesn't this belong on that thread 'advice you would have given a younger you?' I mean, ten sexually suggestive women in a smoke-filled room. Come on. Plus, why do things always happen to you in the wrong order -especially meeting people? For example, just imagine if you'd have met your mistress before you met your wife, married your mistress and then met your wife. Anyone care (dare) to discuss? In the interests of political correctness, for mistress read 'master' (no, sorry that won't do will it - how about 'latest squeeze', 'current shag' or 'the bloke') and for 'wife' read 'husband'. For the more enlightened among us substitute 'significant other.' What a frigging political minefield. As for your non-existent sex-life Martin why didn't you just do what the rest of us do and make one up?

Now I realize there were two posts before the one of mine about my parents. It was late and my mind was not fresh. One post was about watching a movie with parents; the other about watching a movie in which the parents acted. Ooops. Still, either way works. To answer your questions: I am 51. Both of my parents are dead. The married each other in about 1944 or so. I'm not sure of the date. Dad died in 1988, so they were married about 44-45 approx. I grew up in a small frame house that had two stories plus a basement. No one is ever sure if their parents are really their parents, are they? But yes, they were my parents. My comment about the movie is simply that for my parents to show any physical affection for each other would have been a welcome sight, even if it came in the form of them performing in a porno film. Be that as it may, check out Greene's short story Blue Movie. It has a similar theme: a husband and wife are visiting Bangkok in the 1950s. The wife pesters him to take her to a blue movie. He does. The second feature turns out to be a porno film the husband had made 25 years previously. It's a cool story.

51????

51.

Cheers Justin. Not so very different from my own story except my parents were quite affectionate to each other every Saturday night. I know because I used to leave my bedroom door open and listen. Oh come on - everybody did that when they were 12, didn't they? Didn't they? I'm 52. Mom is dead - may her beautiful soul rest in peace. Dad is hanging on. Sister is a nicer, less crude female version of me or more correctly I'm a nastier, cruder version of her. And she's a real-life piublished writer for what it's worth so obviously talent is not necessarily hereditary. My twin died at birth which might explain the slight sense of ill-ease and 'something missing' I've always felt - or is that just life? We all love(d) each other to bits. I am a very lucky guy. I was sure my parents were my parents until you put it like that. Anyway, they're my parents even if they ain't if you get my meaning. Never wanted any others, even for a second. I've seen that Graham Greene thing. Liked it except the blue movie was kind of grey and grainy. Today's full colour videos are much better, wouldn't you agree.

it's odd isn't it .. i had pictured you justyn as someone younger than me ...(i'm 37) ... i wonder how it is we come to these mental pictures of people just via their words on the screen ....

In a way I am younger than you. I may have been born long before you were born, but I just never grew up. Reminds me of a joke my dad pulled on me when I was a very little boy. he said: you know, I was 35 when you were born, so when you were one year old, I was 36 times as old as you were. Yes, I said. That's right. And now you're 5 and I'm 40, so I'm only 8 times older than you are. Yes, I said, that's right. Well, he said, you're catching up pretty fast there son, so if you're not careful, one of these days you'll be older than your own dad! *little boy pauses to think this one through* *eyes light up, grin* Ahhhh, daaaad! hahahahaha. You're too fast for me, kid, dad said laughing. I'll have to do bettr next time. hahahahaha

Sorry but I'm going back to the original thread: The last time I blushed was when the foreman of the jury said, "Innocent!"

It *was* you. You definitely look a lot younger. BTW, on an entirely different not, did you know that a recent report found that men with active sex lives looked 10 years younger than average and women looked 6 years younger?

*applies anti wrinkle cream*

*awakes from beauty sleep to find sound medical advice waiting for me on message board* ahhhh.......... *ponders options* hmmmmmmm........ *ponders whether to keep pondering* hmmmmmmm.......ahhhhhhhh........... *needs more time to ponder and reach conclusion* *hovers over post button*

You might LOOK 6 years younger, Em, but you don't 'alf feel worn out in other ways.... Not that I'd know, of course. Bugger, almost dropped meself in it there.

Justyn - did you have a stand-in at the ABCtales bash the other night? Or was I so drunk I'm confusing you with someone else cos if the Justyn there was you, there's *no Way* you look 51. 31 maybe!!! Re: blushing - prob'ly last time someone on ABCtales picked me up for my spelling!

Must be gettin' old, MYB. Nothing seems to make me blush anymore... Scenario above'd just make me laugh.

Last week Phyllis made me blush in public when she started taking her shoes off in Harrods. She said she had spotted a small bird and wanted to creep up unoticed, oh, the smell, the crowds. By golly, I blushed then!

Should've changed your name to Robin, then.

can't remember the last time i blushed ...

Me neither, but it would be kind of nice to be that innocent again, don't you think, Fish?

nope ...

I don't remember ever blushing.

When I was a young and innocent boy of 16 I started work in the machine shop of an engineering factory. I was put on the drills with half a dozen ladies of mature years. They teased me continuously for the first couple of days. You wouldn't believe (well you would) the filth they came out with. It was funny, but a learning experience.

Chinese proverb, 'It's a wise man that knows his own father'.

I blushed the other day when this girl I like smiled at me whilst we were talking. I looked down to the ground and i felt awful man, really self-conscious. I tried to will the blush away, but the more I tried to will it away the more intense it got... I could feel my face burning man. I couldn't really say much else after that. Times like that I wish I could go and hide somewhere. I think she must know I like her now. I know I am gonna feel dead self-conscious the next time I see her... But it don't really bother me that much, its just a human thing that happens to us all... I'am just human, nothing more nothing less. Living my life doing human things and stuff. Just human... (if you say the word human over and over again it begins to sound really wierd and freaks you out a bit... you completely dis-associate the meaning of the word with its sound.. and it goes all surreal and bizarre on you... in fact words start to become very strange all of a sudden and you wonder where on earth they came from? Why certain words were used to label certain things...? Who chose to use those words?.. is there a committee of people who decide on words...? What is a word? And what the heck is it all about anyway the life the universe and everything... ? Then you notice that evrywhere you look there are words and you realise theres some kind of alchemy going on here... Man my minds blown apart I think I'am gonna go and lie down for a bit... overloaded with words...)

Man---that was intense. Anyway, I usually go and get a vicious sunburn on my cheeks so nobody can tell. Actually, I haven't been embarassed in public for quite a long time. Although, about a month ago, two chicks knocked on my door asking for condoms (loudly at that). That was pretty embarassing for me because A) I spent a long ten seconds stuttering B) They were as high as Hell C) They were asking for CONDOMS. Anyway, after I said that I don't have any, they asked for lotion. I didn't have any lotion either, so they went away. So I went to bed and then, suddenly, something went off in my head that sounded like: WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME IS THE LOTION FOR?! So I stayed up until about 3:30 in confusion and perversion, contemplating. (Don't anybody tell me either. If I don't have it figured out all ready, I prob'ly don't wanna know!)

Well come on Mark, you're missing all your cues! What we need about now is a deep philosophical discussion. No sod it, a bloody good row! Friendly of course!

No stand ins. We did meet, but as to whether you are confusing me with someone else, I don't know. Unlikely, though, as there were not huge numbers of men with American accents there.