I am the woman I grew to be partly in spite of my mother, and partly because of the extraordinary love of her best friends, and my own best friends’ mothers, and from surrogates, many of whom were not women at all but gay men. I have loved them my entire life, even after their passing.
When I meet large women who walk with confidence and are articulate and really have an understanding of how they walk in this world, I love them so deeply for being able to overcome such unbelievable odds.
I think that women just have a primeval instinct to make soup, which they will try to foist on anybody who looks like a likely candidate.
San Francisco is a mad city – inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.