Operation: Freedom

I'm sure some of you have heard the phrase "This is the straw that broke the camel's back" which probably also originates the phrase "This is the last straw!" Well this happened yesterday and can you guess what I'm referring to? If you said parents, you are absolutely right. Let me give you a little background info first as to events that have been building up to this.
The first point to make is that before I started having to view my laptop in my room, I viewed getdare on my laptop in the basement. Down there was also a tv, my video gaming systems, and it was just basically my little man-cave per se. Pictures of what it was are in my albums on this site in grayscale. Well last year, my parents, mainly my dad, started tearing apart the basement making me without a place to play my games, and without a place to hang out anymore. In this process, he claimed to make it a family area, do you know how much of it has been used as a family area? None! It is not suitable to be a family area right now and it will probably never be used as a family area. Unfortunately, as I stated in my previous entry my parents are devout Christians and me having no time to defend my territory my dad found all my porn, sex toys, and some of my female clothing and threw them all away. Needless to say I was pretty pissed off. All I have left sexualy is a dildoesque object, a couple thongs, a pair of boy shorts, and I think i still have a French maid dress, and one porn DVD which isn't all that great. The only reason these didn't get pitched is because either I salvaged them after he had suppossedly gone through everything or they were in my room.

Point number two, a small point but a point nonetheless. I met my domme online and we started talking before we became official. Being "banished" from the basement, I holed up in my room to talk on msn messenger with her and locked the door because my parents are under the impression that the Internet is too big a temptaion for me, with all the porn sites on it, most of which aren't free, and sites like getdare and kinktalk. They also don't like me talking to people on instant messenger as I don't know who these people are. As I've said before everyone you know now was at some point somebody you didn't know. So locking the door and holing myself up in my room didn't fly so well with them so they made the restriction of no longer locking my door and they would knock before entering if I had it closed. My mom respects this rule, my dad does not. He does one of two things: one thing he dos is knock loudly three times and then opens the door about half a second later, no exaggeration. The second option, which he does more often, is just open the door without knocking. So another attack on my privacy.

Point three: The Straw That Broke the Camel's Back. Yesterday, my mom went into my room and started cleaning it because she was sick and tired of telling me to clean my room and not doing it. I don't have the time to clean my room that much: I have school, homework, church events, social life, talking with my domme, and all the numerous chores you make me do because you're too lazy to do them yourselves. Once again another invasion of privacy, and another sexual thing thrown away. A, about 300 page, book of true sexual story. At about this time my parents have thrown away about $300 worth of sexual paraphanalia. All which was my money. Now because I don't know how my mom will effect my room, because she's already messed so many things up the way I like them, I decided to no longer idly sit by as my parents aggravate me to no end. Hence, the beginning of Opeartion: Freedom.

Operation: Freedom, is basically standing up against my parent's tyrannical rule and fighting for less strict rules and no more invasion of privacy. Now I'm not that active of a person when it comes to controversy so as of right now my actions are pretty passive. For example, to protect my room, I have locked it from the inside, and shut it from the outside. Now on top of a lot of our doorframes are little metal loops that have a point on them that are used to fit into the hole on the doorknob, not to be confused with a keyhole, that are used to unlock the door. I have stolen every one of these loops from the doorframes. Four are in my right pocket, one's in my desk's lap drawer, and one is in my car. Chances of my parent's getting these keys back: almost nothing.

The second step I've had to take which I haven't initiated, involves my dad. The locked room involves my mom. My dad last night said that he would allow for me and Sean, my friend who has the same first name as me, to play Rock Band downstairs. We haven't played Rock Band in ages because the yellow cymbal has a loose circuit or something so it's not working. Sean is a drummer where I can alternate betwen guitars and vocals. I digress, the catch along with this "offer" was that every one of my toys had to be put up. In my basement, I have TMNT action figures, stuffed animals (back when Beanie Babies were popular), and a whole buttload of Legos. Sure this ticked me off but what forced me to take passive action (yes that's an oxymoron I know) was that he said I had to do this because, "It's time you outgrow them." All I can say is fuck you dad! Sure I'll do this you know why? Because I don't want him throwing several more hundreds of dollars out, he's already done that enough already. However, he's going to get a letter but it's not going to be from me.

In my creativity class, I learned that each of us have an inner child who suppossedly represents our artistic spirit, and our child likes to play and be creative. Since dad wants me to be serious and thinks I'm not allowed to play anymore, he wil be getting a letter from my artistic child begging him not to hurt him anymore. Not what I usually do but forcing me to be something that I'm not is also another thing that's been going for too long and has to be stopped.

The chances of me being threatened with punishments from my parents are pretty high, but I don't care as I'll weather them. In order for them to be less strict, I'm going to have to stand my ground against them. It's going to be an uphill struggle but I am not stopping until I have the ability to retain privacy and be who I want to be with no resistance, or until I leave the house. Something I can't do right now thanks to the lousy economy. Operation: Freedom is underway and I will keep you posted as it continues.