“Tits” …By Truman Capote

“Welcome to my blog post about female human breasts.” says Truman Capote.

“This woman is…very flat chested.” says Truman Capote. “That being said…overall she has a better body than Jackie Bouvier Kennedy Onassis.”

“Unless you like androgynous bodies.” says Truman Capote with a hint. “Jack might have secretly preferred her for that reason and she was kept dumb about it. She looks like a bourgeoning trans man here.” He thinks. “Her hips simply aren’t Marilyn or Lacey’s.” He thinks. “She looks slim. Sleek and elegant. But not absolutely like a woman.”

“Was she leaning into an androgynous look intentionally?” asks Lacey.

“Yes? Possibly, for sex with slimy, bisexual men.” says Truman Capote. “Slimy, needy bisexual men.”

“Was she brutally defiling herself or not?” asks Lacey.

“Yes. She’s just a somewhat ugly, vain, self-pitying woman.” says Truman.

“So she didn’t give a damn that she was mocking her own soul?” asks Lacey.

“No.” says Truman Capote. “Not necessarily.” He thinks. “It’s worse than mockery. It’s…a profound defilement of herself.”

“And she learned it from Jack Kennedy?” says Lacey.

“Yes!! And his brothers. They’re such-“ Truman goes speechless. “I maybe can’t stand them for similar reasons to you.”

“Here’s proof people have messed with your accounts.” says Elliott Roosevelt. “You can’t do that to this photo.”

“Her poor tits.” says Truman lovingly.

Jackie laughs at her body.

“She did a beautiful job with what she had.” says Lacey.

“She’s right.” says Jackie smiling. “I could easily look like my redeemed self now.”

“We all have burdens to bear in a fallen world.” says Truman Capote.

“It’s keeping that perspective.” says Lacey.

Jackie cries. She nods.

“He didn’t see that?” says Lacey.

Jackie laughs in agreement bitterly with Lacey.

“I didn’t feel comfortable with myself.” she says. “I felt…lied to.”

“He didn’t deserve you.” says Lacey.

Jackie grits her teeth. “No. He didn’t. …I was…able to really love someone. He was not capable of it almost at all.”

“Did he love Lem?” asks Lacey.

Jackie laughs. “He was…supposedly able to. But…men made him nervous.” She thinks. “He wanted to dominate them. It wasn’t just about manly bro-code camaraderie as men in the popular media have described it since his death. He wanted their romantic and sexual love. He was bossy. And…pathetic. He hated not being a center of attention. He…hated Lem, believe it or not. He used him as if he didn’t matter outside of his own needs. …Lem’s actual feelings and heart meant nothing.” says Jackie Kennedy. “Lem wasn’t as he’s popularly been described by gay men and liberal women. They conjured up the ideal Jack created in their minds as reality…but it’s not actual reality.” She thinks. “My kids didn’t know him.”

“I can see why you thought they did.” says Lacey.

She nods. “I was trying.”

“You were! …He did the same damn thing to you.” says Lacey.

“He did worse to me. But…like you…I have a way out.” says Jackie to Lacey.

“What is your way out?” asks Lacey.

“I hate the Louis Bayard book. It’s about the author’s fantasy life. Not reality.” says Jackie Kennedy. “It hurts…but as straight as Lem was…he was never in love with me. He found me mildly attractive. And was very lonely. Poor thing.” She thinks. “I knew he wasn’t likely gay too. We all did.” She thinks.

Jack Kennedy strikes a flaming gay pose. Protrudes out his ass and places his head on his fist and stares sultry into the camera like in a 1980’s Glamour Shots photo and looks conceited and dorky as Warrior by Aurora plays. It’s embarrassing but he’s doing a fallen world identity reveal photo shoot. It’s…shocking.

“Our very existences were all supposed to revolve around him and his most callous betrayals and deceptions.” says Jackie Kennedy. “I…have my family name and Christ.”

Lacey’s eyes grow wide. “I don’t understand why Lem doesn’t have that too.”

“He has Christ. But…he has to explain his family.” says Jackie. “To both of us, possibly.”

“Is be withholding or is he delusional or what?” asks Lacey.

More later.

Love and War by Fleurie plays.

“My family was old money upper class. I’m just…not explaining myself well.” says Lem to Lacey.

“I know.” says Lacey.

“Let’s go back to this song.” says Lem. “This is to JFK from you?”

“Yes. Because that’s how my mind organizes things. I remember most things.” says Lacey. “Nothings fair.”

“So you get over people but you still regard them differently?” asks Lem.

“Yes. It’s dead. And actually dangerous to the other person, depending on how it ended.” says Lacey.

“It’s unforgiveness.” JFK accuses.

“No! It’s not.” says JD Rockefeller. “Are you that way Lem?”

“No.” says Lem. He thinks.

“I think I get over people. I just…don’t see them the same way ever again.” says Lacey.

“Why did you sleep with her Jack?! She had no idea what was even going on back then?”asks Joe Sr..

“Revenge.” says JFK. “Over Lem.”

“So she was supposed to be giving you her virginity? Or what?” asks Joe, embarrassed and ashamed.

“Yeah. Something like that.” says JFK.

“But you fell for her and she barely remembers it or takes it seriously because it was so long ago?” asks Joe Kennedy Sr..

JFK cries.

“Yes! It’s sad. I was only 15 or 17?” says Lacey.

“You seemed 24 to me.” says JFK to Lacey.

“You were…so…sad. And smitten.” says Lacey.

Lem looks horrified.

“Yeah.” says JFK.

“I feel empathy for you. But I’m not interested. Isn’t that awful?” says Lacey lovingly. “I’m sorry I can’t help you more. What are you feeling?”

Jackie looks awkwardly caught in a mix of emotions. Sympathy for Jack, horror, and she also wants to laugh in revenge at Jack’s wounds.

“But she always liked me more!” yells Joe Kennedy Jr..

“As long as I knew about him. Yes.” says Lacey being truthful.

“Jack what are you feeling?” asks a dead counselor.

More later.

I Found by Amber Run plays.

“I loved you.” says JFK to Lacey. “But you barely understood I was a ghost if you understood at all.”

“Yes! I recall you saying something like, ‘This is what I’ve always been looking for!’ or something like that.” says Lacey.

JFK smiles. “Yeah. I was in awe of you.”

“I’m confused. You thought sex was meaningless.” says Lacey.

“But you don’t let it be.” says Jack Kennedy to Lacey.

“True. But…it takes your mind too.” says Lacey.

“Yeah! But…you understood making love.” says JFK.

“Yes. I’m sorry.” says Lacey.

“You don’t want me?” asks JFK.

“Not anymore. I had such a crush on you. But…I also didn’t understand what was going on.” says Lacey. “I didn’t know you were a dead person necessarily.”

Lem cries.

“If I’d had a choice I’d have chosen Lem. But I didn’t know all that.” says Lacey.

Serenade For String Orchestra by Dvorák plays.

“I might have had some sense of who he was. But not really. …I do recall falling in love with him the minute I saw his photo though.” says Lacey.

“So do you prefer her or Lem?” asks Joe Kennedy Sr..

“Lacey mostly.” says JFK.

“And yet she’s the least affected and the most vulnerable and the most…maternal.” says Joe Kennedy Sr.. “She’s not your mother nor is she a pervert or really your mother. But older sisters can be maternal.” He thinks. “Are you sure…you’re mentally well?”

“Would it have made more sense to choose Lem?” scoffs JFK.

“No! They’re both totally off limits. And always were.” says Joe Sr..

More later.

“I love you, Lacey.” says Lem. “I’d have chosen you…even if I was gay. I just love you that much. Always.”

“Did you irritate people with your casual deny by being straight?” asks Lacey.

He smiles. “Yeah. Maybe.”

“You’re far from being an intellectual lightweight. You’re actually one of the most intelligent people I have ever met.” says Lacey. “Or maybe you’re brilliant but not particularly intellectual? No. You’re intellectual. …I adore you.”

“Let’s go to bed.” says Lem.