My mother has always been beautiful, but I wanted to look like, and be, my own person with my own identity.
As someone who is practically perfect in every way (I’m a distant cousin of Mary Poppins, but I use a Dirt Devil to travel), I feel it’s my duty to share my vast knowledge in hopes you can glean even a modicum of what I have for yourself.
Anything that I ever learned about flirting or sexuality, I learned from Blanche Devereaux.
Mother chose not to breastfeed so that I’d have zero relationship with the breast. And let me tell you, I really don’t.