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Mom: gah.
Dad: love him. somewhat, gah, but mostly, he's cool. he's got his conservative flinches and twitches, but he's a Catholic DoD employee who sat through an entire play explicitly comparing his boss to Hitler, in which his third son played a gay employee of the Institute for Human Sexuality (free abortions!) whose main failing in the course of the story is not shooting Hitler, and smiled with pride at the end.
#2 Brother: love him. he's my 'cool' brother. he's also my aggressively straight, which is to say near-violently (perhaps actually-violently, I don't hang out with him enough to know for sure) homophobic brother. need to start beating him about the head when he says 'fag', but. he's my big brother, and he's so fucking cool, and I don't know what to say to him, how to make him understand that he's also fucking wrong.
#3 Brother: love him to pieces! adorable in a suit, with his waxed hair and muttonchops and his very articulate way of delivering his dialogue, and the way he blithely invited his whole family to his play, because it was his play and that was all that mattered.
#4 Brother: love him to pieces! twitchy, but twitchy about everything, indiscriminately. a true child of the internet, so he knows tolerance is the right answer to virtually everything, even when it's hard for him. young, but he'll learn. he and I are the non-dating black sheep of the family (Mom thinks, on this basis, that he is going to be a priest...) and he's reading books he borrowed from me, one after another, and liking them despite the ooky gender issues and the girliness and so on.
In retrospect, I feel I ought to say more than 'gah' about my mom (some sort of statement of affection, frex...) but I think of her, and on balance over the whole day, all I can say is 'gah'. honestly, i do love her.
Dad: love him. somewhat, gah, but mostly, he's cool. he's got his conservative flinches and twitches, but he's a Catholic DoD employee who sat through an entire play explicitly comparing his boss to Hitler, in which his third son played a gay employee of the Institute for Human Sexuality (free abortions!) whose main failing in the course of the story is not shooting Hitler, and smiled with pride at the end.
#2 Brother: love him. he's my 'cool' brother. he's also my aggressively straight, which is to say near-violently (perhaps actually-violently, I don't hang out with him enough to know for sure) homophobic brother. need to start beating him about the head when he says 'fag', but. he's my big brother, and he's so fucking cool, and I don't know what to say to him, how to make him understand that he's also fucking wrong.
#3 Brother: love him to pieces! adorable in a suit, with his waxed hair and muttonchops and his very articulate way of delivering his dialogue, and the way he blithely invited his whole family to his play, because it was his play and that was all that mattered.
#4 Brother: love him to pieces! twitchy, but twitchy about everything, indiscriminately. a true child of the internet, so he knows tolerance is the right answer to virtually everything, even when it's hard for him. young, but he'll learn. he and I are the non-dating black sheep of the family (Mom thinks, on this basis, that he is going to be a priest...) and he's reading books he borrowed from me, one after another, and liking them despite the ooky gender issues and the girliness and so on.
In retrospect, I feel I ought to say more than 'gah' about my mom (some sort of statement of affection, frex...) but I think of her, and on balance over the whole day, all I can say is 'gah'. honestly, i do love her.