Men, All Men, Were Always Trying To

As A Little Girl I Used To Daydream About My Real Father Coming On A White Horse To Rescue Me.

I Enjoyed Sex And Indulged In It When I Fancied The Men.

I Took On The Sins Of Everybody, Of A Generation, Really.

My Mother Used To Go Out On Her Own, And I Used To Have To Keep A Look Out For My Stepfather Coming Home.

I Have Survived And Possibly I Should Not Hope For More Than That.