Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.
They wanted to hear about the sex, of course. But not the rest; no one wanted to hear the rest.
I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.
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 like to think that people live on in other people's memories.