There is a “thing” that can sometimes happen when family members are reunited after long separations. It is called genetic sexual attraction and it occurs when two members of the same family become sexually attracted to one another and begin dating and/or acting on that. While it may sound a bit strange (and frankly creepy), one cannot deny there is something fascinating about knowing there are people who live this. NY Magazine allegedly found one such young woman from the Great Lakes region to sit down and talk to her about dating her dad. She had some rather startling things to say.
First, she talks a bit about her separation from her father and his eventual casual re-connection with her through social media:
One day, after I got my Facebook privileges back, he added me as a friend. At first, I figured it was my grandpa because they have very similar names. I thought, Maybe Grandpa got techy?
“Maybe Grandpa got techy” needs to be the name of a country song or a slogan on a shirt somewhere. She continues:
Then I realized it was my dad. I was like, Oh my God, where have you been? I don’t know if I can get close to you. I told him I thought he was dead and asked why it took him so long to contact me. He said he’d been adding me on Facebook but I’d always decline his requests. But that was my mom controlling my account. After we reunited, he showed me emails he’d sent trying to contact me.
She then goes on to talk about how they began to chat and had a great deal of similarities. Art, music, movies. This is when they planned on a meetup. She met up with her dad at his place. We should also mention the dad had a girlfriend at this point. First few nights, all was fairly normal, then the “spooning” set in. I know this is a dark rabbit hole, but you can’t leap away now:
Sleeping in new places makes me very anxious so I asked him to stay with me in case I had one of the terrible nightmares I usually experience. The second night I had him sleep on the couch again and then the third night I fell asleep with him on the floor lying on his chest, in his arms. The fourth night rolls around and we ended up on the floor again. This time we actually cuddled. When he woke up, we were spooning. I didn’t know this at the time but later, after we admitted our feelings, he told me he had had “morning wood” and had gone to fix it.
This is the part of the article when it is normal to want to bleach one’s soul, but you still might want to save it for the next part. After they “play wrestled” a bit things got even weirder:
We stopped and said that we didn’t know what was going on but admitted that we had strong feelings for each other. We discussed whether it was wrong and then we kissed. And then we made out, and then we made love for the first time. That was when I lost my virginity.
This is what we were insisting you keep the bleach for. She goes on to talk in detail about how it was supposed to hurt but it was passionate and fulfilling. Later she is asked if she had considered a relationship with her dad.
We discussed it before we had sex. I told him I was saving myself for someone who I’d be committed to for the rest of my life. It was important for me to make it clear that if I made love to him he was in a relationship with me. I didn’t regret it at all. I was happy for once in my life. We fell deeply in love.
So there you have it. They fell deeply in love and started to date, allegedly. What else can you even say? Those were highlights from that interview. Highlights from reading this include:
- Sitting awkwardly at dinner tonight with your family.
- Never sleeping as well again knowing this is a thing.
- Vomiting uncontrollably into a bucket you normally keep under your sink.
No, just kidding. This is a judgement-free zone. *Runs for bucket*
Story via NyMag, H/T to Gawker