Perhaps gamboling about the countryside observing the wonders of nature that exist blissfully innocent of patriarchal oppression is, in itself, a feminist statement.Sounded good to me, so I went for a walk.
I decided at 56-1/2 years of age that I would like to have been called all my life simply by one name, like Colette. I would like to have had one name that was mine, that fit me, that never changed. That's me: Sutton. And this is my place.
(Except maybe for her goddamn brassiere.)