I’m Not Interested In Being Polite. It’s

My Dad Was A Presbyterian Minister. Yes, I Am One Of Those Dreaded P.k.s - Preachers Kids. Be Afraid.

I Love You For Who You Are, Not Who The World Thinks You Should Be.

They See Her Differently Now, As Somebody. And Isn't That What Everyone Wants? To Be Seen?

Felicity Ignores Us. She Walks Out To Them, An Apparition In White And Blue Velvet, Her Head Held High As They Stare In Awe At Her, The Goddess. I Don't Know Yet What Power Feels Like. But This Is Surely What It Looks Like, And I Think I'm Beginning To Understand Why Those Ancient Women Had To Hide In Caves. Why Our Parents And Suitors Want Us To Behave Properly And Predictably. It's Not That They Want To Protect Us; It's That They Fear Us.

Prepared To Fly, Even If She Has To Loose Her Legs To Do It