What's your computer security look like at home? How much do you and your partner merge lives electronically? Do you share the same email address? Do you know her voicemail PIN? What's too much to expect?
This is Offbeat Home's archive of People posts.
"Homeowner", "renter" or "squatter" – whatever the label, these occupants take the Offbeat wherever they go.
While I'm super secure in my gender identity, I came out of growing up an only child/daddy's girl as an irrepressible tomboy. I may have grown my hair long and learned to walk in heels, but I've never known quite what to do with…sexiness? Sensuality? I don't do that.
Dorm rooms are many people's first home of their own. I remember almost a decade ago, arriving at college, climbing four flights of stairs and meeting my first roommate ever. Shayna and I got along splendidly, and worked hard to make our dorm our own. We learned so much, and even though I'm now living in a house, I can still use what I learned in Helser Hall.
"Well you'll have to move, of course" a close friend said to me the other day when I brought up our next adoption. She said it so confidently that I hated to disagree. This is easily the number one thing that people who know us bring up when the conversation turns to kids. I'm not surprised, because when we were in the middle of our first adoption process people said the same thing, or something similar.
I did these gorgeous boudoir photos as a gift to my wife. Despite my insecurities, I feel confident and awesome about these photos and would love to have one framed and displayed somewhere in our house… but I don't want to shove my thighs down my guests' throats!
As our one year wedding anniversary drew closer it became apparent we had…no money. So we had to do the tried-and-true: staycation. Maybe because it was our first anniversary as married humans or because I can be a sour puss, but Mike, with his ultimate optimism when it comes to us, reassured me it would be fun.
Andreas and I have been living together since 1998, and for the most part, we're pretty solid domestic partners. Basically, ANY TIME we notice the other has done something around the house, we tell them how much we appreciate them. Then, the appreciation started morphing into a little song…
My apartment neighbors had a fight, complete with thuds, pained screams, and the woman screaming, "Let go of me! Stop!"
I called 911 since it seemed to be more than a lovers quarrel. But since telling friends, some say I overstepped my boundaries and should have minded my own business. What would you do in this situation?