Just so I can use names without explaining every time who these people are, here are the main ones I might mention:
Jasmine: My youngest daughter, 25, and the one with whom I share a house. She works as an exotic dancer, a.k.a. stripper, and has 2 cats, see below.
Sarah: My 27-year-old daughter who lives in my old home town of Melbourne and who has a son, Jaylen, see below. Sarah is also a stripper. We aren’t very professionally diverse in my family. You can see my interviews with my daughters and their exotic perspective under ‘Stripper Chronicles’ here. Said chronicles are not X-rated, but don’t wander around that blog without parental supervision or you might have cause to blush.
Jaylen: My 7-year-old grandson. He bears the label ‘autistic’ but we call him ‘angel’. He is not interested in verbal communication these days and has no sense of personal safety and an advanced level of agility. Which is to say it requires increasingly stringent measures to prevent him running on the road. He is like a dolphin, I think. Being around him brings joy, raises your vibration.
Joshua: My ex-defacto-son-in-law. Let me unravel this title. He is Jaylen’s father. He used to be Sarah’s partner but they are no longer together. He remains an intrinsic part of our family. He is 27 and works as a myotherapist. Wooohooo! Everyone should have a myotherapist in the family.
Charley: Cat, (used to be) female, 2 years old. A.k.a. Cha Shmoosh Shmoosh.
Junior: Cat, (used to be) male, 2 years old. A.k.a. Ju Ju Bear.
