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Our sexuality and the demise of the business tie

My mother was the first culprit, bending down to smooth out my collar and adjust my school tie. The electricity of that touch is what stays. Future women sent glitters down my spine, the pretty Mrs. Martens being foremost in school memory. Blond, full of English literature, Barbie doll clothes equally filled with secrets, she…

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There’s a killer in my family

He’s doing 25 years. Then there’s another petty thief cousin who’s been “inside” for pilfering a bottle of Panache from Clicks — for his girlfriend, when he was down and out a few years ago. There’s also my mother’s cousin’s son, the career criminal and regular beater up of women — who spends his time…

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