El día de padre. También, el cumpleañs de F. A day of double significance fo my Lover Boy. It strikes me as I write that no one in the Familie Jaunarājs was in their body. Zaiga absolutely was not, with her obesity, her catastrophic teeth, her hidden eating, her dread of touch. Armīns did much better in terms of maintaining his body, but he had his rampant phychosomatic concers and also a dread of touch. (Although, the dread of touch was a later development, perhaps connected to my fateful 4th grade year.) Varimants had his own dance with physicality. read more »