Maybe people become bitter when they don't know what they are fighting for. But I keep my eyes open.
If you are a nurturing mother, and a good one, you can go to play groups, sit on the floor and play all the games, and have tea with the other mothers, but wouldn't you like to think that's not all there is? That you haven't hung up your high heels without knowing how to walk in them?
It's a cosmic joke that I'm a lesbian, because I understand men so well but women are a complete mystery to me.

