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I was a peculiar wife. I disliked grownups. I preferred washing dishes to sitting and talking to them. As soon as they started playing cards or having arguments I would sneak out of the house and join the kids in the street. I liked boys and girls younger than me. I played games with them until my husband came out and started calling me to go to bed.
— Mar 20, 2017 09:01PM
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I'd been up against this sort of thing before. People had a habit of looking at me as if I was some kind of mirror instead of a person. They didn't see me, they saw their own lewd thoughts. Then they white-masked themselves by calling me the lewd one.
— Mar 21, 2017 10:29PM
Joe
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A man who had kissed me once had said it was very possible I was a lesbian because I apparently had no response no males--meaning him. I didn't contradict him because I didn't know what I was. There were times even when I didn't feel human and times when all I could think of was dying. There was also the sinister fact that a well-made woman had always thrilled me to look at.
— Mar 21, 2017 08:57PM
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But after two months, I learned how to reduce the boredom considerably. This was to arrive around two hours late at a party. You not only make a special entrance, which was good advertising, but nearly everybody was likely to be drunk by that time. Important people are much more interesting when they're drunk and seem much more like human beings.
— Mar 21, 2017 01:50PM
Joe
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I have noticed since that men usually leave married women alone, and are inclined to treat all wives with respect. This is no great credit to marred women. Men are always ready to respect anything that bores them. The reason most wives, even pretty ones, wear such a dull look is because they're respected so much."
— Mar 20, 2017 10:26PM
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I called nearly everybody I knew Aunt or Uncle, but Aunt Grace was a different sort of make-believe relative. Aunt Grace worked as a film librarian in the same studio as my mother--Columbia Pictures. She was the first person who ever patted my head or touched my cheek. That happened when I was eight. I can still remember how thrilled I felt when her kind hand touched me.
— Mar 20, 2017 08:33PM
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I thought the people I lived with were my parents. I called them mama and dad. The woman said to me one day, "Don't call me mama. You're old enough to know better. I'm not related to you in any way. You just board here. Your mama's coming to see you tomorrow. You can call her mama if you want to."
— Mar 20, 2017 02:59PM
