The Kathi Diaries: a wee bit wicked and totally gung-ho

In 1923, my great aunt Kathi was a world-traveling bon-vivant coquette, a marriage-hating bisexual (not quite Anne Lister Gentleman Jack), fierce, sad, lost, found, no fan of ugly legs, a ship-wreck survivor, a WW1-horrors witness. These are her words.