Fems rule: today the blog is all about chicks

I'm blogging all-female stuff today. For the sake of my male readers as well as you more huggable people with nice parts. Maybe it'll become a regular thing: a conscious effort: every week?

I wish my Mom was still alive. I think I'd be a much better son to her today than I ever was when she was alive. She was a great woman: funny, clever, artistic ... and she filled the house with her brilliant piano-playing. She would've been a concert pianist if she hadn't married. In those days married women didn't have careers.

She was great in most respects but one: she loved my father too much, and he took advantage. I ended up having quite a few unequal relationships like that myself, with women loving me more than I loved them, but that has not been the case for 15 years. Freud thought you were basically fucked by your childhood, but I've got news for him: you can improve with time. I wish Ma was still alive so I could make her proud of me, and so I could hug her, which I was uncomfortable doing. Excuse me, but I need a little cry now.