Of course kids in school talked and snickered about my lesbian wicked stepmother. Homophobic little rats, and fortunately a lot of them have grown out of it by now, but now there is this horrible conservative creep going on and the backlash against queer rights appears to be already starting to build. Most unfortunate. Dorothy and I were never really close, but her sexuality nor her proximity to my mama had anything to do with it. We were really like oil and water, plus, being younger than Mom, almost exactly midway between us in age, made her seem more like a peer and a competitor. But there were never any scenes or meltdowns No confrontations.. We were always cordial and more or less respectful with each other. And I also admired her. A lot. She was and still is a force of nature as an artist, a clothing designer and an entrepreneur, the way she opened with mom that most incredible clothing and crafts shop on Granville Island. It appears to be my mother's illness that has actually bonded us as friends...
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