My favorite reaction did not come directly from the person, and I wish it had. My dad was always proud of me and he was very excited for me when I became an officially published author. While he was in the hospital, his friend struck up a conversation with me about my books that I will never forget.
C - "So, your dad says you're a writer."
Me - "Yes."
C -"He was so excited when you got published. You write Westerns?"
Me - "What?"
C - "Westerns. Your dad said you write Westerns."
Me - "No." I laughed. Hard. So hard there were tears that for the first time that day were not of sadness. "I write erotica actually. But I guess I can see why he wouldn't want to share that bit with people."
See, my dad was so excited that I was published and he wanted to tell everyone. But he just couldn't bring himself to say the word 'erotica' so instead he told people I write Westerns. That way he was able to share his big news about his 'famous' daughter and avoid any embarrassment he may have felt about what I write.
My dad was awesome. One day I will write him a western. It will probably be more Brokeback Mountain than Louis L'Amour, but hey...he'll still be proud of me.
I wonder if there is erotica in Heaven...