f r i e n d s h i p ? // rosalind lutece
In my whole life I've met an enormous amount of women that have inspire me to be who I am now. My mother, my grandmother, the woman who used to sew my dresses back in Oxford, amongst many others. I've always felt very attracted to this womanly figure, because I knew that I would achieve nothing by trying to act like a man. It would be hypocritical of me to try to be one.
The female figure holds as much beauty and sensuality as the male one. I've always felt jealous of the girls in the magazines, in the movies, or even those so called trophy wives... I'm too tall, and I understand I'm not nearly as beautiful as any of them. It's a burden I've learned to live with, and it never bothered me, really. I've earned respect for my work not for my figure, and that's what I always wanted.
But here in Columbia... I've met a woman that perhaps is the most fascinating of them all, I daresay. We followed a similar way on our work, from struggling in a world monopolized by men to be the best in our fields - and although we're quite different, I find her... Too interesting to my liking. It bothers me sometimes how drawn to her I am now, because... it feels like I think of her more than a colleague, it feels like she's... a very special friend.
Her name is Rosalind Lutece... the so called mother of Columbia. And even though I don't see her as much as I want, I have this urgent need to meet her to discuss the world and its faults, as I feel she's the only human being here that can understand me... And perhaps, she wouldn't think of me as a monster, like everyone does.
