Lacey’s going to try to “channel me” as she can as someone who’s slightly dead herself. You see…before she had kids she once was extremely depressed and prayed to die in her sleep. And so God…in His mercy…allowed her to die, in a way. She asked Him, “Can I die…without dying?” …She’s able to talk to me better than a psychic because of that. And it was after that…that she was touched by ghosts and began to sense them in a way only dead people do. It’s not truly psychic. She’s actually talking to me…slightly.
I did not relish rubbing Jack Kennedy’s aching back. That was Rip’s impression of me, apparently. I was abused by Jack though. And I did do a lot for him…out of a sense of duty.
I was not obsessed with Bobby. I didn’t die because he wouldn’t go to Haiti with me. I was suicidal and I realized how much I’d messed-up my life. …I had been suicidal for months. And I died because I planned it. The heart attack was created by me. I made myself die. I committed suicide. Nobody has ever officially admitted that.
I was not close friends with Lawrence Quirk. I did tell him that I gave Jack oral sex regularly. And that Jack made me do it. …I’m not sure he ever told anyone that last part. …He made me do it. …We were not “intimate” but rather…we’d “been together”. …I don’t think I said it in a romantic way.
…I wasn’t sad enough at Jack’s wedding. I just wasn’t.
I was molested at a very important age. I was developing a sense of self…and a sense of my sexual orientation.
*Lacey sees a ghost far more clearly than usual*
And I made a horrific mistake about myself. I thought I was gay and I wasn’t. I was entirely straight.
Jack Kennedy is a freak accident in my existence. My life was deeply affected by him. …I went from being confused…to being totally destroyed. He took advantage of all of weaknesses as a human in all of the most horrific ways possible. I want to be clear: I WAS NOT ATTRACTED TO MEN. But I was confused. …And he didn’t give a damn. He just used my confusion to turn me into a sex slave. A sex slave who didn’t understand that they were a slave. …I made such a fool of myself.
And let me be clear about something else: Had Lacey been there…and dated Joe…I’d NEVER have thought for a second that she was inferior. She’d have become my lover. But I’d never have thought she was inferior. …I just didn’t get along with most of the wives that well. …I wasn’t really a natural fit for that family in the first place though.
I was straight.
“Why…would Lacey…have been an exception?” says Lawrence Quirk who adores Lacey, if he’s not in Hell, and prays for her daily.
“Because she’s- Well…she’s capable of being a huge slut. …Jackie wasn’t that sexy. …Jackie wasn’t unusual for him though. Most of the women he dated were very pretty…but none of them were…capable of being truly slutty.
Joe…dated sluts. Joe Junior. Actual sluts.
Bobby did not.
And neither did Ted.
But the sluts Joe dated…were like Pat Wilson. And Pat was very charming. And certainly daring. Very posh too. But like Athalia…they weren’t…juicy. …I’m sorry to be to brash and…open.
Elliott Roosevelt dated…juicy women. He married them. Faye Emerson was slutty and juicy. …And she’s far more like Lacey than Athalia Ponsell.
See…Tom Banks was a kind man…but…as much of a kind, loving gentleman as he was…he was…a man with a permanent mistress. Thelma. …And…that’s Lacey’s father. Regardless.
He would have raised her to be a genuine lady. Shoot. Fish. Dress demurely. She’d have had excellent manners. She’d have been well-read. …But…like Faye Emerson she’d have been…capable of being a slut. A real slut, in my generation.
Now…here’s the thing: Lacey isn’t a slut. …And I’m not sure Faye was one either, really. But…certain women have a vibe. You know? And…both Faye and Lacey have what passes for that vibe, in my generation. Although…here’s the thing…you weren’t really supposed to be a slut. Not REALLY.
…And…Lacey’s not one. But do you know why? …Because she’s DEEP. …She’s an incredibly deep person. …She’s extremely romantic. And very principled. …And…like her father…she’s actually quite…drawn to God. Tom always…was two conversations away from being a very spiritual man openly. Jim, the father who raised Lacey, saw him bowing as an old man on his knees in prayer to be saved as he watched Billy Graham on television alone in his room. Unprompted. Lacey’s like that too. …And that depth, because that was not at all what you’d expect of Tom, is why she refrains from being…genuinely very…loose. …There’s nothing grand to her about having a high count. She’s too deep to think that way. Too wise. …And…yet…
That’s HER! Do you see what I mean? …That’s a silly picture, of course. But…it’s not bad. Not that bad anyhow. …And…that’s not Jackie. That girl…well…she…smells good. That’s how I’ll put it. And what I mean by that is that she literally wears perfume that’s…sexy.
Jackie wore Jean Patou Joy. Lacey wears…layers of something as skanky as Dana Tabu. Thick. And she’s…curvy. And she…is a really good kisser. …As in she’s great at making-out. …She’s…curvy. Thin. Yes. Very elegant. But curvy. …Soft. Soft silky hair. …Curls. …Not like…Jackie’s thick hair. The kind of hair you want to touch.
…Soft, inviting brown eyes. …So…inviting.
She’s…curvy. …Jackie was not. Ethel was not. Eunice was not…not like that. …Neither was Rosemary. None of them were shaped like that. …Lacey is. Always will be. …And…I like how that looks.
And…as Tom is her father…and Joe…would have known she was deep…because the Kennedys were…bad at judging people’s long-term safety…but excellent at reading character…he’d have left her alone with me for hours. …And I’d have…second-guessed my orientation. And then…she’d have rested her head on my shoulder…or…I’d have sensed her longing for me…and…what she doesn’t know…is that I’d have been so aroused by her that I’d have decided to experiment. …And that last one especially.
So…we’d have been dancing…just to pass time. And she’d have aroused me. And…I’d have decided to squeeze her. …But when I decided to do it…I’d have realized she was…available…but…to me. …And…that would have meant something to me. So I would have…taken that into consideration…along with the fact that I would also have realized that I didn’t want to experiment but rather…have her as mine. …So we would have made love.
But…part of it is because she’s…not…frigid.” says Lem.
“I didn’t hate Ethel. …But Ethel didn’t put out. …And she wasn’t…my type.
That’s LACEY. No surgery. That’s her body’s actual shape. No editing.
That’s the type of women…Kennedy men date and marry. …Do you see the difference!?!
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Lacey and Faye are similar.
And being of the same generation…I find that body…preferable myself.
Don’t they have a similar vibe? …Lacey is younger. And it’s a fake photo. But I think you can see what I’m driving at.
…Grace Kelly wasn’t painted on a plane. Faye easily could have been. Lacey wouldn’t have been. She’s too…sweet. Too wholesome. …Elliott would have tried to sleep with Lacey anyway. …But…Lacey’s very sweet. …And Joe would have seen her as a perfect First Lady. …Sexy, making him look…straight and masculine…but also…wholesome. Ladylike. …Not the androgynous-femme ingenue Jackie was. Rather a sexy…alluring…yet ladylike wife. Always dignified but not…aloof. …And…not knowing I wasn’t gay…and madly in love with Jack…they’d all have made the mistake of assuming I relished rubbing Jack’s pus wounds and nursing his penis that…was…pimpled with Herpes. …Really. These people thought that. And they’ve made you believe it too, possibly.
They are a type.
Okay?
And…frankly none of the Kennedys brought them home to meet Rose nor me.
Lacey really is that curvy.
This was my generation. Lacey’s father fought in World War I!!! …Not even World War II! WORLD WAR I! …And she’s perfectly safe to marry. …But…men don’t appreciate her the way I do. The way Louis and Elliott do. Nor even Michael.
A man in his late 70’s or 80’s saw Lacey up north this weekend and couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He was old! …And…that’s how it’s been her whole life. …That generation loves her. But they’re dying off. …Boomers don’t as much. Although they notice her more than Gen. X. …But my generation!? We ADORED her. And in her late teens and 20’s we…very vocally expressed that to her. Singling her out often. Going out of our way to comment. Publicly. …It wasn’t normal. Not at all! There are plenty of pretty women. Plenty of dirty old men. This was different. They were in awe. I’m not exaggerating. …She’s our pin-up. …And they…had…lots to say.
Anyway…she’s mine. …And…it’s hard to word it well…but…I’m trying. Okay? …She’s not a slut. But she’s not…unapproachable.” says Lem.
“Why do you want that!? In the situation you were in?” says Lawrence.
“Because she’s not…easy, in reality. …She’d not have slept with Joe. …And I’d have known that. …Yet…men would have been…aggressive with her. And…I’d have had the sense that she wanted…sex, to be honest. …And was just…saying no for some good reason. …So…it wouldn’t have seemed as serious. …And…I collected Playboy. …I had a thing for…women. Women who looked like Faye. …So…if Joe had slipped her in…into the mix of…that
…I’d been…ready to cut off heads, if necessary.
I just wasn’t aroused by their type!!!
Look…a lot of them are bisexual. …And I’m not. …But even if I was…some bisexual men prefer Marilyn to Jackie, like Michael. And if I was I’d have been that type. …But I wasn’t. I am being perfectly understood! She’s hearing me! I’m straight…and I was straight. …And I liked…women who looked like women. …They went for…rather flat chested….thick waisted…slim hipped…clipped chinned…thick haired…skinny women. …With…great senses of style. …And I enjoyed them. But…they didn’t arouse me.” says Lem. “Not…enough.”
“Even Grace Kelly!?” says a gay man.
“Yes. …Lacey’s got hips.
Grace was arousing. …But Lacey’s…juicy.” says Lem.
Lawrence laughs. “Lem get graphic.”
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“They need more information.” says Lawrence.
“1943.
Lacey’s home with me. God has us meet.
I’m…sitting in a living-room. We’re listening to the radio. She’s sitting on the sofa. Her hips on display in a figure hugging dress. Legs crossed. And WOW does she have legs. …Bare-feet. Tight sweater. Painted nails. …RED LIPS. …Gardenia perfume. …Breasts…darting out. Soft…glowing round face. Soft skin. Pretty nose. Pronounced cheekbones. Lush, soft curls. Tiny wrists…
And I…keep focusing on her breasts. And the smell of gardenia. Red cashmere. Short sleeves. Pretty gardenia. And those breasts.
See…as much as Jack bragged…he never talked like this almost ever.
Now…Jackie? …Same skirt? Loose fit. And she looks skinnier. …Pretty woman! …But I don’t focus on her breasts. They’re lovely! But…no. …All I want to do is dance. Maybe talk. Maybe…smoke. Talk. And then go eat!
Again.
We’re swimming in 1947. Lacey’s wearing a swimsuit. I’m…quiet. …Jackie…makes me louder and more friendly. …Later Lacey and I discuss art. And she’s accidentally drunk. And she kisses me as a joke, except it’s not. And…then she apologizes. I walk off in silence. She follows me. I go talk to Jack. He’s…busy. …She confronts me. And we make love.
Jackie…later…annoys me by forcefully taking all the attention in the room…with loud laughing. I don’t want Jack’s attention like she does…but she assumes I do. And she’s not just getting his attention. Everyone is watching her.
That’s…reality.” says Lem.
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