Wow, Katherinejo! You've opened a Pandora's box
...or, rather, a door. For after all,
who better to love and worship than Deborah Kerr?
Who better to show us the kind of woman we could be?
As a teenager, I had over 500 pictures of her pinned up on my bedroom wall.
Going through my box of pictures (which I still have) I found, on a creased piece of paper, a game I'd constructed: You take the name of a character, write the letters one under the other; then for each letter, pick an adjective that describes that character that starts with that letter; eg. for KAREN HOLMES, the first letter K could be "Kissable", as mine was. Lygia was there, and Flavia, Effie, Portia, and the blind girl Joan, and more. A few letters, where I'd run out of ideas, were filled in in my mother's hand.
Through all my teenage years, every time I entered or left my room, I curtsied to her picture. I talked to her and communed with her. I've called it Deborah Kerr Worship.
I grew up, got married, had a child, got a PhD in Philosophy, taught college, etc.etc. etc. But in the last oh 30 years I have returned to my most natural and authentic form of worship. If I have a path, it has something to do with Deborah Kerr.
In fact, for the past few years I've been writing what's turned into a book, a kind of memoir about growing up in love with Deborah Kerr. It's called TENDERLY: A Lesbian Remembrance of Deborah Kerr.