āI was born of violence and dissonance; it was not love that made me.ā ā1976
My father didnāt come to the hospital to visit when I was born.
Itās not as though he had anything better to do; he had probably been drinking the night before, and heād probably been drinking his breakfast when they told him that Iād made a less-than-triumphant entrance into the world. (I was a forceps baby, and I had to be yanked out of my mum; itās almost as though I knew what was waiting for me on the outside, and like a clinging limpet, I simply didnāt want to let go.) He just decided not to bother to come and see me because I was a girl. Despite what science says, it was my mumās fault that I was a girl, of course. Everything was.
He first held me when I was three months old. I donāt remember anything about that meeting, but thereās a lot about my father that I do remember.
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