Dear Uncle Steve and Aunt Shirley,
I'm a 24-year-old student and I still live at home with my parents. My parents had me when they were 18 years old, so they're still young, fly, and very much in love with each other. I love hanging out with them because we listened to the same music and we get along great. But there's a huge issue that I'm having with them and I made jokes about it, but they don't seem to care. Sometimes it's fun to be cool with my parents, and other times it gets to be too much. I'm allowed to smoke weed in the house because it's legal in our state and it helps me with my cramps. I'm allowed to have my boyfriend stay overnight, but he's got to sleep in the guest room. I'm allowed to use profanity and I can express myself any way I choose to around them. I appreciate the openness, I really do. But what I don't appreciate is how open they are with me. My parents' bedroom is below my bedroom and they have sex darn near every day, it doesn't have to be at night, it can be getting ready to go to work at three in the afternoon and they are in there going at it with the door open. They jokingly told me to stay upstairs if I don't want to see or hear it, but what they don't know is I can still hear it. And so can the neighbors probably because they have the windows up too. I've been sitting in the hot tub on the patio and I've heard my parents having sex loudly on a Sunday afternoon. I would love to move, but I can't afford rent and my car note it's their house. But don’t I deserve a little respect as long as I live here? The jokes about it aren't working. So would I be out of line to ask them to close the door and the windows during sex?