Older women occasionally like to get freaky too, ladies and gentlemen. Just because a woman is of a certain age doesn't mean that her sex drive and her need for romance and fun are gone. She must do her thing. Otherwise, she might as well be dead, you know? My name is Diane Hawthorne, and I'm fifty two years old. I stand five eleven inches tall, kind of curvy, with Black hair streaked with some gray, light brown skin and pale green eyes. I am biracial. My father Dirk Hawthorne was White and my mother Francine Jean-Paul was Black, originally from the Caribbean island of Haiti. In my time, I have been many things. I am a graduate of the University of Massachusetts in Amherst, a banker and a former substitute teacher. I moved to the City of Kanata, Province of Ontario, from my hometown of Amherst, Massachusetts, in the summer of 1990. I presently work for the Royal Bank of Canada in downtown Ottawa.
It's been more than twenty years since I came to Ontario and I still love Canada. I married a French Canadian trucker named Joel Moustache ( yes, that's his actual name) and we have a son, Joey, who's a freshman at Howard University in Washington D.C. and a daughter, Annabelle, who's a freshman at Ottawa University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am a Canadian citizen now but have always maintained ties to the U.S. I voted for Barack Obama in the 2008 election because I still have my U.S. citizenship. It's a pain filing two tax returns every year but it's worth it, I think. Price of dual citizenship. I don't know who I'll vote for this coming election because former Massachusetts Governor and Republican strongman Mitt Romney is a fellow New Englander and I agree with him on many things. I am also of the Mormon faith.
Just between you and me, I wish U.S. President Barack Obama would stop playing nice with the Arab radicals in countries like Afghanistan, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia and Iran who clearly want to destroy the United States of America, Canada, Europe and the rest of Western society. Sometimes I think President Obama's too sympathetic to such backwards people who hate democracy and religious freedom and utterly dismiss women's rights as a puerile idea. I have seen what they do to women and religious minorities in predominantly Muslim countries. These guys are bad news. As a woman and a believer in equality, I am pissed at such notions. Why play nice with people with radical beliefs who would happily destroy you if they could? Obama's politics don't always make sense to me. Sometimes I think he's hiding something. Maybe he is really Muslim, after all. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I'm just saying.
Anyhow, I didn't come here to talk about politics but I just thought I'd tell you a little about me. My husband Joel Moustache shocked the family in the summer of 2011. He revealed to us that he was gay and had been carrying on an affair with his fellow trucker Randall Lemieux for the past ten years. To say that I was shocked would have been the understatement of the century. I never imagined that my tall, blond and blue-eyed, absolutely masculine husband could be queer. Seriously. The thought never entered my mind. Well, he is gay and we're getting divorced. I cannot share my life with a man who doesn't love me. Now, don't think that I am homophobic or anything. I dated an openly bisexual guy named Scott Lafontaine in college. We had fun and we were fond of each other. We only split because he moved away for grad school. Scott was honest with himself and he was faithful to me. Scott never lied to me. Joel lied to me and he lied to himself. I don't think I can forgive that. Also, I don't like cheaters. I feel like I am the laughingstock of my family and friends. My world turned upside down last summer and I am just beginning to recover.
