Just looked through the family photo album with my mom in the living room, talking about how clingy I was as a kid, and the way we're so open about our bodies at home now. Nathan mentioned that after his first wet dream as a teenager, it was Sandra who calmly taught him how to wash his underwear and handle sexual urges, instead of being secretive like some parents. We both feel that this honest attitude towards each other's bodies and desires makes everything simpler and more natural. Like last night when Mom came into the bathroom to grab something while I was showering, or this morning when I was looking for socks while she was changing—in those moments, her nudity, her breasts and vulva, feel as familiar to me as her hands or her smile. This complete acceptance feels more reassuring and heartwarming than any sexual act itself. Does your family have this kind of unique closeness too?