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| Niña & her fave author |
Except for the presence of my father until1952, I have been surrounded always by women.
There were a few girlfriends in my life until I met my Rosemary in Mexico City in December 1967 and married here on February 8 1968. We had two daughters and one of them Hilary, had two girls, my granddaughters Rebecca and Lauren.
In my very large metal archive cabinets in my Kitsilano oficina I may have at least 600 negatives and slide files of women in various stages of undress.
And now I must report something I never thought would happen to me. I have lost my interest in women. I am tired with this summer’s show of bums, gluteus maximus, yoga pants, cleavage, etc. I smile when I see a woman wearing a dress. Winter, it is my hope, will eliminate this tiresome show.
The only woman still in my heart and mind is my departed Rosemary. My daughters are relaxed knowing that they will not have to fight with lawyers to inherit from my estate as there will not be an interloping woman in my life. That I guarantee.
And yet, there is indeed a live woman in my life who is affectionate, gives me lots of attention and likes to sit on my lap. This is Niño’s sister Niña.
I see in her all those qualities that my Rosemary had except one. I depended on Rosemary’s intelligence and stability. That is being provided by the company of my male cat, Niño.
I wonder how my cats would handle the slim possibility that I may become a trans woman as only then I can be a genuine crazy cat lady?
