Yeah, big difference between talking about it here, and talking to your mom!
I will never forget the first time trying to explain to my mom (very straightlaced, very much a feminist who hated any exploitation) how I made my money, before I eventually wound up breaking the news that I was a sleazy stripclub DJ. She was not a stupid woman, she just didn't know much about clubs and had no clue what I was doing except I worked in a big club and was making pretty good money suddenly without doing any drawings.
It went something like this 'Well the girls really like to dance in this club, and the guys like to see the girls dance, and the girls like the attention, and the better the girls dance, the more attention they get from the guys--so I tend to play music the girls like to dance to, and they tip me.'
Only this went on for a good 15-20 minutes, and she's asking a lot of questions, and I am answering truthfully as I can without telling her they are strippers--somehow I pulled it off. My stepfather knew and was trying not to laugh.
Eventually I told her, and she wound up accepting it. She said "I don't like what you're doing, but I am proud of the way you are doing it." I thought that was pretty cool, for her especially.
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