Wendy wins.  As usual, she knows what she’s talking about.  I almost hate to admit that because there will be no living with her now.  But, since we reside on opposite sides of the country, I can always ignore her email if  she becomes completely unbearable, so here goes. 

Back to last week’s entry called Way…Way Out Of Touch.  Yeah, I know, going back to this proves how absolutely stupid I am.  You’d think the days of unending bashing from the fanfic elite would have taught me a lesson.  Apparently not.   This entry  was one of the things that seemingly sent Wendy’s brother-in-law Lee Goldberg into a new mutli-day rant against fanfic and sent thousands, really thousands, of crazy people flocking to my blog (or the same 3 people visiting approximately 666.66 times a piece, it’s hard to say which).  Then there were the numerous emails and comments I received explaining why adults writing fanfic about the Harry Potter teens having boy/boy sex was fine.  Uh-huh, I’m the one with the problem. 

Well, buried in my entry somewhere was my comment about my lack of interest in a book based on guy/guy sex.  I scoffed, not caring one bit what people did in their private lives (except for the folks who think writing the above-mentioned Harry Potter stuff is okay ’cause I think that’s just creepy), but saying that a story of the type Wendy described didn’t do much for me.  My point was that with all that male equipment hanging around, I wanted a woman in there to share in the fun. Yeah, well, that’s still true but now I see the other side of this argument. 

Why?  Well, I read Strange Attractions by Emma Holly on Sunday and finished it yesterday.  Yes, in two days.  I didn’t waste time eating or anything as mundane as that when this book was waiting.  Really enjoyed it.  Interesting and well-written.  Funny and then sometimes not.  I got sucked in from page one.  Now, this is a book that has a little something for everyone - guy/guy sex and then some guy(s)/girl sex, so this is somewhat consistent with me earlier position.  But, all of it, no matter the combination, was well done.  It was very tasteful.  All very sexy.  Not the right book for the Inspirational Romance crowd, certainly.  Not really for the "no, I like mine missionary position, but thanks" folks either.  For the rest of you, go buy it.  And, I guess, listen to Wendy now and then.  She got this one right.  So it’s possible she’s right about other things too. 

[[Note:  I apologize in advance and publicly to her hubby Tod for what all this praise might mean to his life when trying to live with Wendy over the next few days, but she was right.  Again.]]

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