It was 1997. New York City.
Dimitry and Bobby. There were cafe-style tables. All set out with accompanying music. Accordions. A good female Black Jazz singer. A live Jazz band. Someone played on the Steinway on the first floor.
The cafe tables were arranged upstairs. Cute wooden chairs were shoved underneath the tables. It looked delightful. A bit…suggestive?
The second-floor had several large, old blown-glass windows. Beautiful detailing.
Of course, this was in the winter…but…I’m sure this 7,000 sq. foot mansion…is air conditioned. Of course.
It’s a beautiful house. Of course, neither Bobby nor Dimitry own the house.
But…that’s okay. I guess? …Because Bobby is Bobby Kennedy, son of Ethel and Bobby Kennedy and Dimitry is a handsome young man who seems…socially adroit and snobby? Well-dressed. Well-groomed. Ready to mingle with both women and men, and have fun. Real fun.
This was decades ago. Before Stanley Kubrick “published” Eyes Wide Shut.
Dimitry stayed at a posh hotel with friends, all in the same posh room…ate room service and then showered and groomed for the party of his life. For him, this was…unbelievable.
He’d worked his way up. Socially. Over years. Lots of effort. Lots of fun, actually, too. But anyway, this was a very big deal.
For Bobby, it was another dull Saturday night. Do you know how many parties that man has been to!? *Eye-roll* This wasn’t a big deal AT ALL.
But…Bobby had recently fallen off the wagon and started drinking. And…he was really into…absinthe. YES. Absinthe. …He’d read The Sun Also Rises and gotten on a 1920’s kick. And he wanted to…party like it was 1926. And feel…rich…like his grandpa was in the 20’s. He went around drunk, for weeks. Hiding it, but occasionally bursting into laughter or shouting, late at night with friends.
His wife, at the time, Mary…was horrified. But…she tried to be his best buddy. As per usual.
They walked into the same room. But not simultaneously.
Bobby…had been there…for HOURS.
Drinking. Talking. Smoking cigarettes. Flirting. Making Mary feel…like worthless shit. As per usual. But as per usual…she acted indifferent, obtuse and…almost braindead. Because at the end of the night…she always took him back. She always took him…home. And acted…like…it was….cool. Like she had some secret with him. Of course, she didn’t. And by 2015…she had hung herself. Because…amazingly…she finally realized he really was…hurting her. Like for real.
Anyway…Bobby doesn’t know that. …YES! Bobby doesn’t even know that. …About Mary.
He’s never taken much notice of other people. For most of his life. He’s DUMB AS A DOORNAIL. …By choice. He doesn’t notice. …He just doesn’t notice.
To him…Mary was…cool. Hot. Sexy. Fun. And…close. Because he had no idea he was hurting her. And when he did realize it, it made him laugh at her and applaud himself, because he’s most certainly a diagnosed narcissist.
Were they actually in love? Maybe. And that’s why Mary kept hanging-on. In part. But…he’s a horrible person. And he enjoyed making her cry. It made him feel like he was worth a damn.
And…I understand. Except…there are times when narcissists can be evil. And…go too far. And genuinely mean to be…irreparably cruel. And Jack did that. Jack Kennedy. To…many people, including Jackie, Lem and Marilyn. And Bobby Senior did that occasionally, although maybe not as often. And…for whatever sick, incredibly disturbing, and heartbreaking reason…Bobby seems to have a habit of doing that in every intimate relationship he ever has. And Mary…as hard as she tried…couldn’t “save him”.
Some might say he’s mentally-ill. But it’s not easy to tell. Many experts have been…hesitant. And not just because he’s “a Kennedy”.
Anyway, he was still…attractive. Some might still think he’s attractive now. But he’s aged. And it would take a diehard Irish Eyes fan to appreciate him now. Or some such thing. …And there are plenty of people like that. But back then…well, “the Kennedys” still very much seemed…vivid, and real, and impressive. People wanted to hear about them. People loved to hear about them. And they got elected. Yes! They actually won elections. Actual impressive elections.
And Bobby was…a lot younger. His skin wasn’t saggy. …He just looked…better.
Anyway, it’s no wonder…at all…that Dimitry, a hot young social butterfly, with roots in Greece…found him…mesmerizing.
Dimitry…was actually, mostly sober. And possibly…feeling…bored? Or disappointed. Because…it just…wasn’t that…great.
I mean, he was devouring the atmosphere. He was…DEVOURING the whole scene. It felt…like a taste of Heaven, to him. And he was…blissful. On a certain level. …He felt…such happiness.
The music. The art. The conversation. …The clothes people wore. …The way they wore their hair. Their makeup. …Their cologne.
It was…an essential moment in his life. A moment that…made his life…in this…universe, almost identical to our own, feel…worth living.
Listen to “Glycerine” by Bush.
Who noticed who? Bobby noticed Dimitry.
Of course.
And then…he staged the whole thing.
Bobby did.
He told several of his goomahs…to go talk to Dimitry. They…were all high on coke. Blond. Skinny. Aging. And…ready to “just have fun”. He was not weirded out. At all.
Bobby was…intrigued.
He seemed…competent. Charming. Relaxed.
How did he get invited? It really was just through friends. He was not a “yacht girl”. Dimitry was just…was genuinely that good at social interactions and politics.
Bobby…at least temporarily…lost his bloody mind.
Listen to “December” by Collective Soul.
And…he had fun.
Dimitry made him…feel.
They danced for…three hours.
For the next four months…Bobby was…smitten. Dimitry didn’t take it seriously, at all. He was too smart. Too worldly. He just…had a blast.
And Bobby…fell in love.
Could he be faithful? No. Sadly.
Could he have married Dimitry? Yes.
But…this was in another universe. Parallel to this one. And given the nature of witchcraft used in the Illuminati…we have to consider it now. Because in order to cover the stench of this one…the Illuminati has been stealing from that universe energetically. For years. Just periodically. And…”patch working it”. And…it’s been fine? Until the last five to ten years.
There’s no matrix. Just a 4D or 10D creation, created by God. So…you can, theoretically, borrow…but…I wouldn’t. If I was in charge of the Illuminati, I wouldn’t. But, I’m not.
Does Dimitry want to be with Bobby, ultimately? …I don’t know! …I have no real idea.
Would you want to be? Honestly think about it.
Does Bobby want to be with Dimitry? …Who knows! Who even knows! …It’s hard to tell if Bobby has actual coherent thoughts or if he just…shows-up and “plays by ear”. And no, that’s not a compliment.
Do they end-up together? Who knows?
The thing is…Bobby is…Bobby Kennedy. And for all I know…Dimitry would try to make that work. Make the aesthetic…look genuinely cool. Although, I should probably say again. Because…Jackie Kennedy already made it…Camelot.
Would Dimitry…have revived Camelot?
The thing is…he’s mostly straight. …Bobby is mostly straight. …What would that aesthetic look like? …Would they lean in to gay culture or…invent something totally different?
And what-
*I think*
Would Dimitry help Bobby make money? And be stable. And would they buy the old infamous Cape Cod house? Or no?
Truthfully, if this is real…and accurate…I feel like…Dimitry would have been super popular. Like, he’d have rivaled Carolyn Bessette. Maybe even surpassed her. And…then what? He’d have…essentially made Bobby run for US President? I don’t mean actually made him. I mean…due to Dimitry’s unbelievable popularity in pop culture…he’d have created such a stir that millions of Americans would have demanded Bobby run.
See…he’s Greek.
Dimitry is Greek.
And that’s significant because Jackie Kennedy married a Greek shipping tycoon. Ari Onassis. Aristotle Onassis. Jackie Kennedy married Aristotle Onassis. …And in the 1970’s her…power…over people’s imagination, to be honest, rested in his immense wealth.
With Dimitry being Greek…and blond(ish)…and mostly (but not entirely) straight…and refreshingly chic, and handsome and uplifting to watch…people would have felt…joy. It would have felt…happy. Like something really cool happened.
And even if…some people worried gay marriage wasn’t…allowed…they may have still enjoyed…Dimitry. Because it would have taken the conversation about the legitimacy of gay marriage…and made it seem…human. As complex a discussion as it actually is. …And I think that’s true, regardless of what the Bible says.
Why are we having a fight over gay marriage rights, still, anyway? No. It’s not because we’re dumb. People are maybe dumb…but that’s not what’s happening. …It’s that it’s actually incredibly complicated.
Some things are not. Children should never be molested. That’s a permanent brick wall. Permanent. And you can keep smashing yourself into it…but it’s never going away.
Other things, like consent between two adults who are under the impression that they’re in love? That’s…far more difficult to ascertain.
*Later*
Dimitry (now or from the future): Am I joking or serious when I say, “Write me off this island.” *He laughs*
Carolyn: I love you. Don’t go.
Mira: Why am I with him?
Carolyn: I don’t know. You just always follow him around?
Mira: Am I the wife or the mistress?
*She laughs*
Dimitry: Wife!!
Mira: *rolls her eyes*
Lacey: I’m going to make caramel apples. …Should I make bread or…not?
Dimitry: Why are you so boring?
JFK Jr.: I know! Right?
My Uncle Joe got so bored with her…he cheated.
Lacey: With who!?
JFK Jr.: *Thinks*
Edith Beale.
Jackie: NO!
JFK Jr.: Yup.
Lacey: I’m going to eat a caramel.
Except…it’s the last caramel I have.
A real gay from the 1950’s: We’ll make more!!!
Lacey: Will they be as good!??
*She’s genuinely concerned*
A real gay from the 1950’s: YES!
You know what you’re doing now.
I SWEAR.
Lacey: I hope so…
A real gay from the 1950’s: I’M SURE.
Jim: Those were the gay men I knew.
Lem knew them too, I’m sure.
…Can you make caramels for Ruth and me?
Lacey: You’d like that!?
Jim: YES.
Actually, yes.
Lacey: I’ve thought about making…taffy,
Jim: What about Christmas Candy?
Lacey: I should.
A gay man from the 1950’s: We’re practicing.
A lot of women from the 50’s…made…candy.
And…yeah.
She’s not going to be the loser.
Lacey: I think I’m in the clear with some things.
A gay man from the 1950’s: Yes.
Taffy!??
Lacey: Can I do it?
A gay man from the 1950’s: WE SHOULD!!!
Lacey: *Looks-up a recipe.*
I’m going to make ROOT-BEER SALT WATER TAFFY!!!
A gay man from the 1950’s: Yes.
And…peppermint. Banana. …And…lime?
Lacey: That sounds delicious.
A gay man from the 1950’s: You always make it. But…I have cheered you on.
Lacey: *Tries not to cry*
Listen to music by Bob Crosby’s Bobcats.
Elliott: Do you care about Edith Beale?
Lacey: *Eats a caramel she made*
Well…it makes me mad at Edith.
But if I’m not at odds with her right now? Then…whatever.
*She rolls her eyes.*
I mean…I’m still mad at her. But…I don’t want to be.
A gay man from the 1950’s: I completely understand.
I completely understand!
Lacey: I mean…-
*She looks off*
I don’t want to be mad at her.
A gay man from the 1950’s: I’m hoping she comes around…
Lacey: So she really was trying to be mean!
A gay man from the 1950’s: Yes.
*He looks sad, and nods*
Lacey: *Looks like she could literally blow-up, and yet maintains her elegance*
A gay man from the 1950’s: She will! SHE WILL!!!
Lacey: *Almost cries*
Could you put some water on for tea? *she asks her living husband*
A gay man from the 1950’s: She hated you.
You’re so pretty.
Lacey: But…she’s-
That’s SICK.
A gay man from the 1950’s: *Thinks*
But what’s she supposed to do!?!?
Lacey: What do you mean!?
Now you’re turning on me!
*she glares at him*
A gay man from the 1950’s: No!
I’m just offering perspective.
When a gal like her…is in competition with a gal like you…she has to be…vicious. Although not too vicious.
Lacey: But why!??
A gay man from the 1950’s: Because there’s another bus coming…on the FREEWAY.
For you.
Lacey: But she’s gorgeous.
A gay man from the 1950’s: No.
*He makes a pouty face*
Lacey: *Thinks*
But she can’t do that to me.
That hurts!
A gay man: Yeah.
She needs to apologize.
Lacey: She knows better.
A gay man: Yeah.
Lacey: I was never trying to steal him from her. Not like that!
A gay man: But-
Lacey: I’m not…happy.
A gay man: She’s-
He just…out of the blue.
TOTALLY OUT OF THE BLUE.
Lacey: So she genuinely had no time to react?
A gay man from the 1950’s: Yes.
Lacey: Were they in love?
A gay man from the 1950’s: Yes.
They were.
Lacey: Man!
He’s such a little twerp.
A gay man from the 1950’s: Yes.
Lacey: See…if you can sink your teeth into a guy like Elliott or Lem…or-
WHY would you bother?
A gay man from the 1950’s: YEAH!!!
She had a fella like that…
No, I swear she did!
Another woman from the era who actually was friends with Edith: No.
She’s a nut.
*she shrugs*
She’s just a nut.
Lacey: What is she thinking?
A woman from the era who actually was friends with Edith: *She laughs*
She loves his eyes.
And…she hated you.
She thought you’d be a horrible person. Your dad was so rich. And she just…made assumptions.
Lacey: Did she think she was breaking us up?
A gay man: YES!!
I’m not buying this…
Lacey: It’s somewhat believable?
A gay man: *Rolls his eyes*
We’re not getting the full story.
Lacey: Oh well.
