A picture of my little brother was on the front page of the Arts and Entertainment section of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer a week ago. He was posing as a “living statue” for the Seattle Erotic Festival.
I have since emailed the photographer, who was kind enough to send me a digital copy, although he did attempt to tease me a bit - perhaps to test whether my claim to being this young man’s big sister was indeed legit.
“Studly little brother you have there. This should make for more interesting Thanksgiving dinner conversation.”
Dude. Point the first. The studly little brother thing is a cross I’ve been called to bear. Though he’s bigger and one might argue he’s been given the bigger, studly big sister cross.
Point the second. Impossible.
And - without further ado - the evidence:
And he was an adorable child also.
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