I entered UBC in 1977-78, majoring in foreign policy, and again put my life at risk
being lifted up and down stairs because the campus wasn't very accessible.
I met Linda Cullen while taking a psychology class, she later became a fine
comedienne, part of "Double Exposure", and she was a frequent guest of my fashion shows
in the 1980s. The course that Linda and I took dealt with Freudian concepts, and was taught by a
cynical professor who often cursed in his lectures. I never told my father about
him because he would have hit this crude man.
I met Margaret Bayley, a pretty librarian who helped get me books that I needed for my
courses. Margaret admired my courage and we formed a close friendship that might've
become intimate if I had let it. She became my confidante,
a woman I never had to prove anything with, a dear friend who unfortunately died in
2007 when I needed her the most.
In 1977-78, I got obsessed with musical singer Margaret Barry, a delicate soprano
who took an English Lit course with me while pursuing her musical degree.
Margaret's fine voice and quiet demeanor impressed me, but I pushed too hard
because I didn't know how to pursue women. I was always in the music building, even
to study for exams, and it made her think I was stalking her. She told me I was the
most aggressive man who'd ever chased her and any chance of us even being friends
ended because of my actions. Looking back, Margaret did me a favour, for the next
woman in my life was Susan Mary Hughes.
