Father’s Day is always a challenge for me and my beloved, but difficult, father.  Each year is different.  Will I get him a card, call him, or continue our estrangement?  Some years we are connected as only a father and daughter can be, and other years, we are not speaking.

My father and I have always been at odds.  From the time I was four years old, I remember his preference for my sister.  Did he know I was gay before I did?  Did he hate me for being “queer"?  Maybe he just cannot deal with me because I am so much like him.  Oh, that’s a good one -- my father is like a lesbian!  That, of course, is how he would see it.

My sister is 110 pounds of blonde sweetness and light.  I am not.  Maybe he prefers her type of woman rather than a loud, boisterous, in-your-face woman for all seasons.  Maybe it is my loudness, my lack of thinness, my lack of make-up.

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