✰Sara Montiel died this week. She was the first Spanish actress to really make it in Hollywood. Her big break was Vera Cruz with Gary Cooper. After that she became an icon of Spanish cinema. She was very much a gay icon and a popular choice of character for Spanish drag queens. Including Almodóvar’s choice for Gael García Bernal’s character in La Mala Educación.
She was absolutely stunning:
✰My oldest friend of all time sent me an email yesterday. Her name is Bianca and she’s really solely responsible for me having made it through adolescence. I was very much detached from my family and unwilling to integrate with the world. Her company and support kept me sane. She’s exceptionally intelligent and always made a point of making me feel like I was a worthwhile human being. We used to communicate on a very regular basis no matter where we were even after we were both married. Then she got pregnant and I had an emotional hissy fit when I realized that her son would probably have priority over me I think I may be over the jealousy, as about five years have passed- but I’m not 100% sure. I may one day tell her son that he stole her from me! Usurper.
✰Good news on the banking/mortgage crisis in Spain. At least here in Andalusia. The autonomous government has passed a law to discourage evictions. It goes quite far in that the government has the right to ‘temporarily expropriate’ a home for up to 3 years in the cases of evictions of families that are at risk of social exclusion. I’d note that most people being evicted are probably at risk of social exclusion… It’s a start and might make the central government think about the issue in a more compassionate way. It will also make bankers think twice since up to now, it was in their interest in some cases to go for an early foreclosure, keep the money paid and then hold on to the property to re-sell it when the market improves. A win-win-win that was incredibly unfair.
Okay, maybe I didn’t do it on a canoe.
✰I ventured out into the world on my own when it was first legal for me to do so, at the age of 21. That was fourteen years ago. Every year since, there have been attempts at contact from my family around the time of my birthday. Methods vary, although it’s invariably unpleasant. Recriminations, resentment, guilt-trips, drama- all things I generally try to avoid. This year is the first ever in which I’ve been granted respite. Peace in the form of silence. I remember having a terrible argument with my father when I was a boy:
“Too bad you don’t like it. I’m your father and I’m going to be a part of your life until the day I die”
I grinned, somewhat knowingly.
“No you’re not. Once I’m an adult, I will be able to choose who is and isn’t a part of my life.”
I was right.