No, this isn’t about Wave inviting me to join the review team at her blog. Although I AM tickled pink and looking forward to it big time (albeit I’m a little worried about being *cough* serious *cough*).
This is actually about my family.
Families can be one of the greatest mysteries of life and a number of us go through the gamut of emotions – angry, happy, sad, bewildered, embarrassed, exasperated to name a few – when it comes to our nearest and dearest.
Some of the partially invisibles who
annoy visit me here know my Mumma reads my posts and occasionally adds her two cents, especially when there is an opportunity to lecture me.
Yes, she knows I read m/m fiction and, no, I’ve yet to convince her to try it. *note to self – give her some menage to read*
She is pretty terrific… and then there is my brother (my only sibling)…
My baby brother and I don’t always see eye to eye and we tend to argue and get upset when we think the other is being critical.
This doesn’t mean we fight a lot about each other’s dislikes and likes, opinions and beliefs. We tend to either scratch our heads or be quietly amused at the things the other does.
This is, of course, the perfect segue into my bragging story…
Yesterday both my Mumma and my baby brother visited me.
I was busily helping Wave answer the storm of comments resulting from yesterday’s post and, because she’d read it, Mumma was also very interested.
All of a sudden my brother asked what kind of menage we were talking about, why were some of the readers pissed off, what were the epublishing trends, whether any authors wrote m/f/f, etc, etc. It was a great discussion.
I knew he was vaguely – very vaguely; he is a typical Aussie bloke after all *g* – aware of my love of m/m fiction, yet I never really thought he’d taken much interest in what I might have said or indicated in passing.
So, yeah, maybe we don’t always get each other, but we love each other to death.
For me, this is never more the case then when he takes me completely by surprise with his absolute acceptance of me and my life.
Love you lots baby brother.
Awwww. How lovely.Your brother looks to be very hairy, isn’t that beard a bit warm in your Australian weather?
That is very cool. My brother just laughs at my books and cares not a wit about anything I read. Bastard. lol
Thanks Jen.He is a bit hairy, isn’t he. *g* I showed the baby brother (whose also a big boy at about 6’5″ – ?? did I do those marks right ??)my pic of him yesterday and he laughed his head off and told me I made him look like one of the Goodies. LOL.
He’s very cool… and he’ll love the fact that you said so, Tracy. A bit of an egotist is the little bro. :)Oh, he still laughs at my books, but strangely he finds the fact I read manga more funny-odd than the fact I read m/m. *rolls eyes* Brothers are weird.
The Goodies *snort*!There’s only you and me going to get that reference, Kris!
I know! LOL. But I knew you would get a kick out of it. See, I do nice stuff for you (sometimes).
big cheer for sibling rivalry.Lovely when what you love is appreciated by all including the family.E.H>
Thanks for dropping in, EH. *waves hello*Since I posted this, the baby bro has taken to asking me – at various larger family events – about what gay romance I’m reading now. Acceptance and now teasing. All the hallmarks of having a sibling.Srsly though, if he says it one more time, I will…