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Gfrancie (Benevolent Siren)
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Some boomer women had bad taste in men. Like the most exceptionally terrible instincts about some dick. I love my late mother but she had the worst taste in men. If he was charismatic and a piece of shit, she was hot for that guy. And a lot of women went for my stupid father. He was very tall.
Having a tall charismatic father with a full head of hair and the ability to lie the way the rest of us breathe really did give me the ability to look upon a lot of tall charismatic men and say "Yeah but do you have an actual developed personality?"
I have uncovered much of this man's past and truth. I have no interest in communicating. (especially after learning he used my birthday when he began another identity.) But damn when he dies I will write the most scathing obituary.
I am definitely his daughter. I have his cheekbones, nose, chin, and colouring. And I always found out his secrets.
I know he was alive a couple of years ago because his present wife wrote to my publisher to complain about how I wrote about my father. (and she was pissed that she wasn't mentioned in the book.)
To his wife I say, "Pat, go fuck yourself."
Those who know me well, know the tale of how my estranged father lied about half of his identity and I learned who he was when I was 12. Today I ended up finding the paperwork/date of when he changed his name and began to be that new person.
Pat was the hoe who told my classmates in junior high (she played the piano for choir) that she was having an affair with my father and that my mom was a real bitch for not being cool about it.
You want to be known? You are now known.
I would say the best way to describe the situation is very Don Draper a la Mad Men. Changed his name, lied about his age, ethnic background, names of family members, where he was from, etc...
But there was always the mystery (he never told us) when it began.
