Keen to Cross the Pond

People will still think I’m gay or was. That’s…bad. But…we’ve tried. I’m hoping somehow they understand. Someday.

Lacey’s very sweet and beautiful and I think that socialite thinks if I’m sleeping with her…I’m at least not gay now. Because…Lacey would never tolerate it. She has too many options, for one thing. And she’s right.

What I can’t understand…is why you all refuse to understand her social class. Not all or maybe even many anymore. But…still.

A woman in LA looks sad. “Because!”

“Let’s talk!” says Lem.

“Why was I so offensive!?” says Casi. “I don’t get it!”

“Because you were…essentially saying I’m not me.” says Lacey.

“Why do you need me to say that!?” says Casi.

Lacey thinks. “It’s probably because my mother didn’t love me.” says Lacey.

“THIS MAKES SENSE!” says a woman in the Illuminati.

“So you’re well off. In Old Money. And…I just seemed…convinced you weren’t?” says Casi.

“Yes. …So did a lot of people. And it was…traumatic.” says Lacey.

A reader laughs. “This is a dark comedy!!” he says. “A British dark comedy.”

“Thanks to her sense of humor to see it.” says God. “She’s highlighting it as an author as she’s observing it because it amuses her too.”

“Lem…why was it so convincing!?” says Louis Bayard.

“Because I’m a good actor.” says Lem. “I guess.”

“It’s so convincing.” says a gay actor,

“Not really.” scoffs Red Fay.

“It is to me.” says the 30-something gay man who’s alive.

“Not to me!” says Red Fay.

“Me either.” says Lacey.

“We can’t tell.” says Louis Bayard.

“WE CAN!!” says Red.

Awkward silence.

“Dammit!!! YOU HAVE NOTHING!!” yells JP. “THE WHOLE THING WAS FAKE! …I can’t find anything in this book-“ (the Pitts book) “I don’t think there’s any evidence!”

“There isn’t. …His smiling at the wedding…is significant.” says Donald Trump. “There’s an explanation for everything.”

“I just can’t discuss it. It’s too dumb.” says Lem. “Now. I’ve tried.”

“You have!” says Donald Trump.

“Why did you slap yourself?” says a gay man in the Illuminati.

“I was mad. …I had no one to yell at. …So I slapped myself. …I was straight.” says Lem.

“Dude…if I had to suck cock…I’d cry and slap myself and vomit too.” says a living straight man.

“Yup.” says Lem.

“No! He’d never betray us that way!!” says Bobby, adamantly.

“How is that a betrayal?” says a reader.

“I’m not going to respond to that!” says Bobby, slowly and dramatically.

“Why?” she says.

“You KNOW WHY!” he says, smiling.

“No. Why?” she says.

“Because! …I KNOW I WAS LOVED BY HIM! PASSIONATELY!!” says Bobby.

“He wrote Jack a love letter. …He did!” says Kick before disappearing.

“Based on what Bobby?” she says.

“Ahh…HELLO!?!” says Bobby, laughing.

“Which is what?!” she says.

He thinks. Breathing quickly. Fuming.

“Bobby…you sound like your mom.” says a woman.

“That’s impossible!” he says, sincerely.

“No. You do.

What did Lem do!?” says the CIA.

“Not much. That was…clear.” says Bobby. “I mean we never kissed. Or…anything. …But…why would a man…let a teenager stay in his house!? That’s so unlikely!!!! …SO unlikely. …And everyone talked about it! Everyone knew.” he says.

“Knew what!?” says the CIA.

“That…he had a thing for me.” says Bobby.

“But what did he do…to suggest that?” asks the CIA.

“Ahh…I mean…just giving me drugs. Teasing me. Like how he teased Jack. …And I’d just laugh and…ahh…you know. He had a huge crush on me.” says Bobby.

“How did he tease you?” asks a reader.

“Making fun of me. Busting my balls. …And he’d give me lots of special attention. …Lots of conversations. He…talked to me. A lot.” says Bobby.

“More than the other kids?” says the CIA.

“Yeah!” says Bobby. “Yeah, I guess.”

“And then he bought you drugs?” asks the CIA.

“Yes! Always. …Lots of attention and drugs. Laughing. Phone calls. He’d drive to come see me.” says Bobby.

“But…nothing sexual ever happened?” says the CIA.

“No! It’s not like that!” says Bobby.

“Was he always cheerful?” asks the CIA.

“Yeah. He was always in a good mood. …But I know he was…mourning. Like I’ve said. Alongside us.” says Bobby.

“So…did he use a singsong voice?” says the CIA.

Bobby thinks. “I guess.” he says.

“So everyone told you he was in love with you?” says a woman.

“Yes. Lots of people made jokes. And I just sensed it. …It was obvious. He was always trying to make me laugh. …But he was also very paternal. …Extremely patient.” says Bobby.

“So people told you…he had a crush on you?” says a reader.

“Yes. Several older adults told me in confidence that they thought he was…weird. And to watch out. Or…’Man he’s got it bad with you! You’re too good looking Bobby!’ And…I mean…he’d laugh too much with me. And I just…humored him. He’d smile at me. And…light-up around me.

See…he transferred all that obsession from Jack to me.” he says.

“But nothing ever happened?” asks a Black comedian.

“No. It wouldn’t have. I was too young.” says Bobby.

“Lacey wouldn’t have been at 18.” says the CIA.

“Well…that’s unrelated.

See…we just had something special.” says Bobby. “And…I dunno. I have good memories.”

“Did he give you lots of heroin?” asks the CIA.

“Yes!” says Bobby.

“Huh.

You used to compete with him?” asks the CIA.

“Yeah. But he was big. …And he had a high tolerance level. …I wasn’t that big.” says Bobby.

“Did you try to keep up?” asks the CIA.

“Yes. I’ll admit I did. Kinda.” says Bobby.

“Did he remind you of Bill Cosby?” asks a Black man.

“In his humor?” asks Bobby, feeling nervous suddenly.

“Yes.” says a Black man.

“Yeah! That’s not a bad comparison. I see it!” says Bobby. “Similar.”

“Did you ever feel like he was putting you on?” asks the Black man.

“No!!!” says Bobby, adamantly. “NOT AT ALL!”

“Did he shoot heroin directly into your arms?” asks the CIA.

“Yes. My shot. …I think that was sexual.” says Bobby. “The needle was our penis.”

“How much did he give you?” asks the CIA.

“A LOT! But that was for sexual purposes. In a way, I think.” says Bobby.

“Why!?” says the CIA.

“Because it’s phallic. …Needles are shaped like a penis.” says Bobby. “And drugs give you a euphoric feeling. It’s…common knowledge!”

“Did he seem sexual?” asks the FBI.

“No. He was chill. …But that’s what guys are like. When they are really in love with you. Okay? …To keep it…safe. If he’d been more open…I’d have bolted!” says Bobby. “So he had to be coy.”

Later.

“How much did he give you!?!” yells Bill Cosby.

“Like…7 ml? 8 ml?” says Bobby.

“Of heroin?” says a reader.

“Yeah.” says Bobby.

“Did you almost pass out?” asks the CIA.

“Chill!” says Bobby laughing. “Yeah. Probably!”

Later.

The Way I Are by Timabland plays.

“How’s it going?” asks Harold Loeb of Lacey.

Lacey thinks.

“Why do I always feel so much better around you? …But I know I’m with Lem?” says Lacey. “Harold…what the HELL is that?”

A Holocaust victim stares at her in shock. Shock.

The woman has to be pulled away.

“We’re soulmates.” says Harold. “And I punch people.”

Lem laughs.

“I also write.” says Harold.

She sighs.

“You’re in my corner.” she says.

“Yeah. …I’d have played everything differently than Lem. …But you’d be dead.” says Harold.

“HOW!?” yells Princess Kate.

And at that Lacey attacks the Middle East as they suddenly attack her. Supernaturally. They glare at her in hatred. She blows kisses.

“Bow. Niggers.” she says. “Kiss my FOOT.”

They laugh.

She laughs too.

They all relax.

“We aren’t niggers.” they say.

“How do you know that?” says Lacey.

“Fair enough. You might be too.” says Iran.

“What’s your problem!?” says Lacey, confused.

They shrug.

“Sorry. …But you attacked me.” she says.

“What did it feel like we were doing?” asks Iran.

“Pulling out my tongue from my throat. Supernaturally.” she says. “You have to understand…that made me angry.”

“Did Bobby have us doing that?” asks one of them of themselves.

Someone nods.

“SHIT!!!” says Syria. “Lacey if we’re niggers so are you.”

“Not necessarily.” says Scotia.

“FUCK!” says Iran.

“Lacey. He’s playing us against you to get you to attack us. And we fell for it.” says Iran.

“On behalf of Israel.” says Iran.

“Why…do you fall for it?!” says Lacey. “What’s a nigger anyway?”

“I HEAR YOU!!” yells Africa.

“DO YOU!?!” yells Lacey.

“Yes!!” says Nigeria.

“She’d have died of ovarian cancer.” says Harold.

“When!?” says King Charles II.

“2022.” says Harold.

Bill Cosby goes into shock.

“He knows her menstrual cycle. I’ve seen him…predict her period. He’s studied her ovaries. …No! I’m SERIOUS.” says Dr. Cosby.

“He has.” says Lacey.

“It’d have killed you in…five months.” says Harold. “And your family would be dead soon too.”

“Sorry!” yells Iran at Lacey.

“No! I’m sorry!” she yells.

“That’s OKAY!” yells Iran.

“I think he means well.” says Lacey about Harold.

“I do.” says Harold.

“It wouldn’t have been that bad.” says Zelda. “Not compared to this.”

Lacey thinks.

Lacey takes a deep breath.

“He had demons of cancer ready.” says God.

“Did they attack us?” asks King Charles II.

“No. But it made some people angry. How much I cared.” says Harold.

“And they took that out on us?” says King Charles II.

“Yes. …Because you’re easy to blame.” says Harold.

“Even with you!?” says King Charles II.

“I think they think we’re interconnected. Because I’m a Guggenheim.” says Harold.

Princess Kate laughs.

“We are…slightly. But not really.” says King Charles II.

“Lacey what’s a nigger?” asks Africa of Lacey.

The Way I Are by Timbaland plays.

“Bobby.” says Lacey. “Unfortunately, Bobby and Jack Kennedy are both the definition of a nigger.”

“Do all niggers go to Hell?” asks Africa.

“I hope nobody goes to Hell.” says Lacey.

“Let’s finish talking to Bobby…if I’m going to let this go. Even for tonight!” says Harold.

“We know Lem was gay.” says Peter Thiel.

“NO!! YOU DO NOT!!!” yells Harold.

The song plays.

“Come on. It’s far-fetched!” says Peter Thiel.

“NO!! IT’S NOT!!!” yells GOD.

“I know. They can’t get it.” says Donald Trump.

The song plays.

The song starts over. “State of emergency.”

0:18

“She remembers. Let’s be clear.” says Harold to Lem.

Lem thinks.

“They’re DEAF.” says Harold.

Lem sighs.

“Alright.

Bobby…did Lem ever sexually give you drugs?” asks Harold.

“No.” says Bobby.

“Did he ever do anything in a sexual way?” says Harold.

“No.” says Bobby.

Harold nods.

“So he NEVER did ANYTHING sexual?” says Harold.

“Well…no.” says Bobby.

“But???” says Harold.

“It’s not that simple!” says Bobby.

“How?” says Harold.

“Because how he did it…isn’t the same…as what he secretly…would have WANTED…to do.” says Bobby.

Peter Thiel nods.

“I’m sorry.” says Lacey sincerely and sadly to Africa.

Africa contains laughter.

Tsar Putin laughs.

“Oh dear. You are smart. But a ditz.” says a Russian woman to Lacey.

“So…I’m…SURE…he transferred his sexual and romantic relationship with Jack to me.” says Bobby. “I’ve had multiple conversations with Harvard professors…of psychology…who have ASSURED ME…that I’m not crazy.”

“Outside of a professional setting?” says Harold.

“Yeah. …But one said he’d go on record!” says Bobby. “As a friend. But still.”

“But you have absolutely no proof? You just think this? Why?” says Harold.

“No! No proof. …But I more than just think it!” says Bobby.

“Then what is it!?” says Harold. “I’ve slept with many women like you, by the way. Many!”

Bobby stares at him. Dumbfounded.

“Yeah. You’re a CLINGY…PSYCHOTIC…NEEDY…BITCH.” says Harold to Bobby Kennedy Junior. “And you and Jack have everyone fooled. You’re both mostly gay. …HUGE cock-suckers. …But go on.”

And at that Lacey dances. Last time she danced LA manifested in flames months later. She never knows where her arrows will land. Because she honestly doesn’t know if there’s reincarnation. If there’s reincarnation she’s genuinely Scotia.

No. She relay had those eyes. Almost verbatim.

And I’m actually really Constantine. If there’s reincarnation. And no one but God can separate us.

“Good.” says Lacey.

The song starts over.

“Yeah. We did it. Roundabout.” says Iran to Lacey. “Through you. I guess. And as Muslims we’re just as confused as you.”

“I’ll pray.” says Lacey.

“So…how does my love for you…exist?” Harold asks Bobby. “Explain…Florence.”

“Damn. Women have been such suckers.” says a woman. “With the Kennedys.”

“We have…sex!” says Bobby smiling.

“WHEN!?” says Harold.

“In my sleep? In our hearts!” says Bobby.

“No. Both are impossible the way you mean them. Totally impossible.” says Harold.

“Nobody says that.” says Bobby.

“Well…that’s the truth.” says Harold.

Bobby thinks.

“How do you figure he was so into you?” asks Harold.

“I felt so aroused. SO DAMN OFTEN.” says Bobby.

“By Lem?” asks Harold.

“Yeah. SHIT!” says Bobby.

“But you’re straight.” says Harold.

Bobby laughs. “I’m tripping you up!”

“How?” asks Harold.

“I mean…you’re confused.” says Bobby.

“No. Answer…the…question.” says Harold.

“I mean…he’s…attractive.” says Bobby.

“Then you’re not straight. I’m not aroused by him.” says Harold.

“LIAR!” says Bobby.

“No. I AM NOT!!” says Harold practically wringing Bobby’s head off of his body out of frustration.

Bobby drools, sucks his drool into his mouth. His head looks like it’s being painfully pushed around by some unseen force. He stumbles. Bill Gates stares at him in confusion, before walking off, exhausted.

“YOU…FIND…MEN…ATTRACTIVE…AND YOU ARE NOT A HETEROSEXUAL!!!” yells Harold at Bobby.

They fight.

“CONFESS!!!” screams Harold.

Bobby begins crying. Refusing to confess.

Harold throws him to the ground. Kicks him in the stomach. Bobby screams in pain.

Bobby vomits.

But Bobby refuses to confess.

Half conscious..bloody lips…Bobby…is lifted off the ground…with snot dripping from his nose. By Harold.

“CONFESS!” he says.

The song restarts.

Olivia Nuzzi laughs at the lyrics…as Bobby had financial issues when he was dating her.

Bobby begins really crying. But still refuses to confess.

Bobby manifests a demon who resembles Lem. The demon forces him to stand up and walk around. Twerking like a gay man, suddenly. Bobby, in terrible physical condition, says, ‘Let me entertain you!’ in a high pitched voice resembling Lem when he was alive.

Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing by Chris Isaak plays at the request of a living Rockefeller who finds the scene hilarious. They suspect the Kennedys sacrificed Michael. And lied about it.

The demon lifts Bobby off of the ground. He temporarily levitates. Then uncontrollably shakes his behind.

2:11

Then the demon leaves Bobby standing still. In a stupor. Eyes half shut. Drooling.

“CONFESS!” says Harold.

After Dark by Tito & Tarantula plays next.

Bobby drools.

“Okay. I’m bithexual.” says Bobby with a lisp due to injury.

“So…you’ve been tricked. You don’t understand what actually happened.” says Harold slowly to Bobby. “He was trying to kill you.”

Bobby blinks.

“He was trying to kill you.” says Harold slowly again to Bobby.

Bobby blinks.

“He was trying to KILL…YOU.” says Harold.

Finally Bobby looks to be understanding. He looks almost sad.

“Yeah. …LEM BILLINGS WAS TRYING TO KILL YOU…WITH DRUGS.” says Harold.

Bobby looks hurt. Blinks. Looks confused. “BUT HE LIKED DRUGS!!” protests Bobby.

“Sure. …That doesn’t matter!” says Harold.

“NO! IT DOES MATTER!” says Harold.

Bobby shakes his head no in denial.

“HE WAS TRYING TO KILL YOU!!” says Harold.

“No!!” whines Bobby, pleadingly with Harold. Almost in tears.

“BOBBY…HE WAS TRYING TO KILL YOU…WITH HEROIN!” says Harold.

“Please no.” whines Bobby. Throwing what looks like a temper tantrum.

Harold just stands and stares at him.

Bobby keeps shaking his head no.

It’s silent.

“He was…letting you get high…to…give you a heroin addiction. And it was to try to kill you. He’s confessed.” says Harold.

Bobby shuffles uneasily. Whimpering.

“HE WAS NEVER IN LOVE…WITH YOU. OR JACK. That’s a false understanding. You were tricked.” says Harold.

Bobby thinks.

Then he begins to break.

“MY MOM WOULD NEVER LET THAT HAPPEN!!!” he screams.

“SHE DID.” says Harold.

“THEN LEM LOVED ME. …Because he felt bad for me.” says Bobby.

“He did. But he also thought you were…nuts.” says Harold. “Bobby…use your adult brain. …He gave you HEROIN. As an adult. An older adult. …He knew it could kill you. …He didn’t care.”

“NO! …He knew exactly how much to give me. …He’d never have let me die!” says Bobby, weeping.

“HE ENCOURAGED YOU TO DO IT…TO YOURSELF.” says Harold. “And he easily gave you too much on more than one occasion.”

Bobby thinks.

“He was trying to kill you.” says Harold.

Bobby thinks. Cries. …Cries.

“Okay. …I…guess that makes sense!!” he says, silently screaming.

“Stop insisting Lem was attracted to men. …I’d love to hear real evidence. But…I don’t think you have any. …And I’m fairly sure…he was really trying to kill you. …I think he wanted to let you die.

Stop rationalizing it. It never actually made sense.” says Harold.

“But people let kids use drugs!” says Bobby.

“I’d NEVER do that.

Neither would Scott.

Nor ERNEST HEMINGWAY.

…Any decent parent…would NEVER allow it. Unless they’re mentally challenged. Or clinically insane. …There’s no excuse.” says Harold.

“But we thought it was safe.” says Bobby.

“NO! It’s never been considered that safe. Not that safe. …No.” says Harold. “Too safe. But you were using it in a potentially deadly way. You can’t tell me he didn’t have any knowledge of that. …Pre Sexual Revolution people were unaware of a lot. …But we’ve known heroin was deadly the whole time. You just weren’t supposed to use too much of it, which…if very hard to do outside of a medical setting. …I’ve used heroin. …I know what I’m talking about, Bobby.” says Harold.

“But he was so smiley.” says Bobby.

“That was to trick you. …He sounds patronizing or evil. …I know he was patronizing.” says Lem. “And straight.”

Bobby backs away slowly. Half believing and half not.

“But NBC News told me he was in love with me.” says Bobby, too lost to not act childish around Harold.

“NBC News told you that? Who else?” says Harold.

“60 Minutes! …Specifically Barbara Walters. …Oprah! …Joan Rivers! And Joan Collins! …Time! Time Magazine! …Doris Kearns Goodwin! SO…many experts.” says Bobby.

“But none of them were there.” says Harold Loeb.

“But they’re EXPERTS!!!” says Bobby.

“But they don’t really know.” says Harold. “Bobby…you’re supposed to know. You’re supposed to know yourself.”

Bobby shakes his head no. Cries again. “No…Doris knows.” he says.

“HOW!? Lem barely let her talk to him.” says Harold.

“SHE…KNOWS.” says Bobby.

“No. She’s incapable of knowing in that way. All historians are. Especially about something as complex and hard to…ascertain…as orientation.” says Harold.

Bobby laughs. Kicks the air. Hands on hips.

“She doesn’t know. And…I think people have been very mistaken about Lem.” says Harold. “Look…his ghost…has said he was straight. That’s not history. That’s Lem. That’s Lem himself saying it.”

Bobby thinks. “I just remembered you’re a ghost too.”

Harold blinks.

“Why isn’t my dad here?” says Bobby.

“He can’t.” says Harold. “You’re all too damned.”

“Even if he’s not in Hell?” says Bobby.

“Yes.” says Harold. “David felt he was better off dead. That’s what he was trying to say. He sensed your family was cursed beyond repair.”

“I decided to die. …I had a strong sense there was an afterlife and I wanted out.” says David A. Kennedy. “At first I was just going to use again that night. But then I decided to just die.”

“Why didn’t you take me with you?” asks Bobby.

“I thought you could be happy.” says David.

Bobby laughs. “Was Lem trying to kill us?”

“Yes.” says David. “Not just you.”

Bobby stares at him.

“He really was convinced we were…a family of psychopaths.” says David.

“What clue did he ever give us?” asks Bobby.

“He asked weird questions. I’m sure.” says Harold Loeb.

“Like what!?” asks Rory.

“‘When you do plan to lose your virginity?‘“ says Harold. “And then, ‘Hmm…’ but no further response. Stuff like that. Or, ‘Why don’t you ever try sleeping with just one girl!?’ …Or, ‘Do you think you could kill someone?’ …Or, ‘What’s it like…in your head…when you’re high? What feelings do you experience?’ …He was trying to diagnose you.” says Harold. “He was studying you kids.”

“From my experience…the person you’re describing…who doesn’t care…but means well…and is queer…isn’t…Lem in his youth. The father who raised me was actually a lot like that. …He’d easily have used drugs with kids. …And I don’t think…you get it. …You weren’t attractive enough, Bobby. To Lem. If that’s who he was. If nothing happened.” says Lacey.

Casi laughs.

“I’m sorry.

…The thing is…I don’t even think that’s who he was. He imitated men like that. …Not Tom. The father who raised me. …But…his drug use with you…as I think of it…is weird if…he was attracted to men. He should have used alone. Or…it doesn’t seem to make sense. …Yeah. …It’s…mean.” says Lacey.

“I was trying to kill them.” says Lem.

“But they were kids.” says Lacey.

“I thought they’d all be better off dead.” says Lem. “ALL OF THEM.” He thinks. “But…I tried to spare some, I guess.”

“ALL OF US!?” says Bobby.

“To be honest Bobby I kind of wonder if this is real I’ve been thinking about it, and I actually think that he might not have known that gay men have desire for other men. I genuinely wonder if that’s possible from historical perspective.” says the CIA.

Bobby thinks. Takes a deep breath.

“That was kind of nice of Harold.” says Bobby.

Rory smiles at him.

“Why did you think we all were rotten!?!” asks Peter Lawford’s daughter.

“Observation. …None of your parents were normal people. They all were fake. …I was trapped. …Your family was holding me hostage.

And…while I wasn’t going to go out of my way to…kill you…Bobby Was violent. Towards lots of people. So I started placating him…to get him to ruin himself. Give him ideas. Get him addicted. And I did it with others. But…not as much. Because…I was trying to primarily kill him. And possibly Joe. Especially after what happened with Pam. …I felt he might be better off dead.

Ted killed two girls. Jack killed young women through suicide. Raped them. …Bobby was…abusive. …None of them were normal people. …And I just felt you kids would be better off dead. Especially if you were so into drugs already. …Bobby got his siblings addicted. …I saw that! And I actually cared. …And as I was being held hostage…because they decided I was gay…and should be used and kept quiet…I decided it was my duty…to end the lives of some of you…should the just cause and opportunity arise.” says Lem.

Rory looks shocked.

“Yeah! She’s not full of lies. GET A CLUE!!” says Babe Paley. “She’s…terrifying. But she’s honest.”

“She just doesn’t care. You have no relationship with her.” says Edith Beale. “She’s far too alienated to care.”

Later.

“No. I think Lem was trying to kill them.” says Lacey.

She thinks.

She smiles. “He’s imperfect…but…I do feel like…I’m him. For lack of a better way of saying it.”

“That’s what I said.” says Jesus. “That’s what I told you would happen.” he says to lots of dead people watching.

“Harold is so handsome!” says a woman.

“He is. …But that’s not all that matters.” says Jesus. “And her attraction to him goes beyond…normal sorts of attraction.”

The remaining energy of dead Kennedys try to suffocate her.

She fights them. Which makes Joe Junior giggle. He loves her. Especially when she fights him, as such a pretty tiny woman.

“But she’s not supposed to be that angry.” says Lem.

Joe sort of understands. “It’s just fun. She’s so…womanly. But she fights.”

“Is it like if Pamela Anderson tried to wrestle?” says her ex-husband. “You’d be surprised.”

“Did it work?” asks a man.

He smirks. “No. But…you’d be surprised. …Sometimes really hot women…are feisty.”

“Yeah.” says Elizabeth Taylor. “I was too. …Weird. How do we not know that!?”

“So was I.” says Marilyn Monroe.

“So was I!” says Grace Kelly.

“I wasn’t.” says Audrey Hepburn.

“Oh no!!” says a dead king with an interest in micro evolution.

The Holocaust victim from earlier nods.

“If I die…I’m ending the world.” Lacey warns the dead Kennedys.

“How?” asks Pamela Anderson.

“Dominoes.” says Lacey.

“OKAY!!” says the UK, realizing she’s deadly serious.

“AIDS!!” yells the Holocaust victim. “AIDS!!! CHILD TRAFFICKING!! SHE IS SERIOUS!!!” they scream. “SHE WILL USE DOMINOES!!”

“I’m thinking…earthquakes.” says Lacey.

“We don’t all want to die!!” yells Queen Elizabeth I at Lacey, smiling.

Lacey takes a deep breath. She thinks.

“BE CAREFUL!” she yells.

Lacey calculates.

“Do you have a ring?” a psychic asks her.

“Do your research! You already know!” she says. “If I’m her.”

“It’s not enough. Those kids are suffering.” says Lacey.

Disturbia by Rihanna plays.

“I’m not IMPRESSED YOU DOGS!!” yells Scotia. “YOU WILL DIE!!!”

The song plays.

Lacey smiles.

“Don’t worry. You’ll hear about Jesus. And then you’ll die…quickly.” says Lacey.

“Okay. When!?” says Casi, also unimpressed.

Luigi sighs.

“The next 40 years.” says Lacey.

Casi nods. Yawns. “Cool.”

Luigi nods.

“Why does it scare them so much?” says Lacey.

Luigi shrugs.

“Death?” says Casi.

“There are worse things than death. Like what I experienced when the Illuminati found me.” says Lacey.

Casi furrows her brow.

“I’m serious. I genuinely thought I had died and gone to Hell.” says Lacey.

“Did you?” says Casi.

“I don’t know.” says Lacey.

“What scared you?” says Casi.

“The lighting.” says Lacey.

“What else?” says Casi.

“The colors. The way everyone seemed like a zombie. And their eyes looked…demonic.” says Lacey. “And then gradually as I desperately cried out to God…DEFIANTLY…in determination to make Him hear me…even from Hell…the lighting went mostly back to normal. …And I slowly began to realize that most people other than my children had been demon possessed.” says Lacey.

“I’m fighting.” says Britney Spears. “Somewhere. Too.”

“Why?” asks a Christian feminist.

“It’s…so…convoluted.” says Britney Spears. “They…hate…reality.”

Womanizer plays.

“We knew.” says Britney. “So they had to destroy us.” She thinks. “They’re not necessarily…normal. That’s what we both never understood. They’re not…sane. Or…they’re…evil perverts. Or they’re…essentially retarded. Sorry.” She thinks. “I’m not as holy or sane as her.”

“I was straight. I told you I’m losing my temper. ..



“I didn’t understand that men could desire other men. I just didn’t understand it. …People didn’t talk about sex back then, and even amongst my gay friends there was no real discussion about it. Not enough for me to understand. …And I didn’t ever bring it up. …I didn’t feel comfortable talking about it.

If Lacey had been there I would have been…aggressive. Not at all the homosexual you think I am. Or I acted like. …Because that’s not who I was. That truly was an act.” says Lem. “I was explaining this last night and the phone died and we went to bed. Lacey and I.”

“Lem have you slept with her…within the last 24 hours?” asks Jerry Seinfeld.

“Yes. Not as vividly as I would like. Or as we’re capable of. I’ve almost manifested at least once in full body. But…some.” says Lem.

“How often do you two sleep together?” asks a perfume collector.

“Every day to two days.” says Lem.

“For over three years.” says Jerry Seinfeld. “And she’s terrified of losing him. TERRIFIED. And Bobby is convinced…he’s still gay”

A wealthy Jewish man erupts in laughter at the stupidity…and irony…and genuine humor of the moment.

“Is Lacey gay? And this is her way of hiding it?” asks a woman.

“No!” says God. “How does that make sense? I know, but Lacey is…traumatized by the seeming lack of logic. Yes, she’s genuinely being traumatized by it.”

“Umm…so…Mrs. Billings…who wears Chamade…and silk…and hats…and uses sterling silver…and cloth napkins…umm…how much do you feel him?” she says. “I’m embarrassed. Because to me it seems like…impossible. I…can’t imagine how you feel sexual pleasure.”

“IT’S REAL!!!” says Jerry Seinfeld. “Look, if there’s an Illuminati…I can guarantee you…these women feel SOMETHING.”

“He’s right.” says Lacey.

“Yes! They feel sexual pleasure. In a heterosexual way. …Lacey, according to her, and possibly God, and our most trusted psychics…is sleeping with Lem.” says Jerry Seinfeld nodding. “Some Jews think it’s Harold Loeb. …But I think it’s Lem. …Her legal, living husband is a Jew. And…her kids have Jewish DNA. So…we feel…Harold is…the natural choice. And he was her soulmate.” *He thinks* “But I can tell it’s Lem. And I’m not upset by it. …I actually kind of like the thought of them together.”

They think.

“She’s sleeping with Lem. …I can handle it…even though I’m jealous. But Jack couldn’t.” says Satan.

“Do you sleep with people!?” a Charismatic Christian asks Satan.

“Like in Suspirium?” says Satan.

“Yeah!” she says.

“Yes. …God is making me be honest.” says Satan. “So do demons.”

“Huh.

What’s that like for these witches?” asks a witch reading her blog.

“By all accounts it seems good.” says Satan. “I am…very good at it. So are lots of demons. We manifest as men. And…it’s quite pleasing to them.”

“So it’s not lesbian?” she says.

“No.” says God.

“Does that bother you?” asks the Charismatic, laughing.

The woman reading looks sad.

A gay man in the Illuminati sighs and rolls his eyes.

She shrugs. “I didn’t know.”

“But SHE IS SO CLEAR!!! …AND I AM BAFFLED!!” says the gay man. “I’m not a mean girl. You clearly could be.” he says. “And it’s clouded your mind. You deluded yourself!”

“I think you’re being…a little too suspicious. Sorry.” says Casi to the woman. “It’s…really not impossible.”

“Do you think they feel anything!?” she says.

“HOW COULD THEY NOT!?” says Casi.

She thinks.

“I get it. Mark is…not in love. But he likes being married. Maybe particularly to her. …And he’s responsible. And they enjoy being a family. …She accidentally finds the Illuminati and Helena…in her brilliance…intuits that genuine ghosts are haunting her. So…she kindly conjures Louis. And it just…escalated from there.” says Lacey’s father-in-law.

“So…you basically are interacting with them like they’re real?!?” says the woman.

“They are real.” says God.

Helena nods.

“I’m an expert witch…and I can’t conjure them!” she says.

Chris Hayes rolls his eyes. “I love you! …I wish you well! …But you’re not us!” He thinks. “No! I’m sorry. …You’re probably very gifted! …I’m sure you are! …But…there are secrets. If I’m really talking to you, hi, yeah…there’s a hidden society of people who run the world. And I’m in that society. …And they have many secrets. How to talk telepathically is just one of them. …Look, the Witch of Endor…conjured an actual ghost. So…it’s possible. Right? …I think…some people have stronger…pulls…we’ll say. …Helena has a very strong…connection to the other side. …She’s not immune to real Christianity. And…there’s nothing people can do about it. I’m still slightly Catholic. At times. …But…maybe you’re just…not as good at it. I’m sorry???”

“Yeah. For sure!” says another woman reading her blog.

“I think…we just don’t understand what you’re doing,” says Alisha.

“HIGH LEVEL WITCHCRAFT!” says a very very wealthy man.

“How is that more effective!?” says the woman.

“SECRETS!!” says Jerry Seinfeld. “WE HAVE REAL SECRETS!!”

“You really did not understand that homosexuals desire each other!? How is that not- Lem I’ve either read her blog or I’m getting contacted by these witches and it’s affecting something in my subconscious or I’ve actually read her blog. …I am so confused how did you not realize that people were desiring each other!? How is that not just common sense! How is that not just like…logic!?!” says Kasey.

“Are you trying to make these people sound exactly like they sound or does this just come to you?” says a reader.

“It just comes to me.” says Lacey.

“ you know it does seem logical Casi it does you’re right, because why wouldn’t that just be but you have to understand I wasn’t thinking that way that was a long time ago almost 100 years ago and I really was not aware in a sense of the commonality of desire sexually. I wasn’t thinking that way that’s more late 20th century logic so I knew that people desired each other but it wasn’t quite so much of a given I wasn’t thinking oh everyone has sexual desires. That sort of common sense is a product of the post 60s sexual revolution that’s not something that was in my head when I was forming this idea of things. So I was thinking oh you know a straight people heterosexual people have normal sexual desire for each other. You know I was thinking like a medical professional because that’s just some degree where I got the idea I read about homosexuality in a sort of psychological medical textbook. My father was a very prominent doctor. He told me about the consult when I asked him, but I was trying to figure out what it happened to me after I was molested And then I read about it more, and I was reading it from a very clinical old fashion perspective and you know I may have even read some thing where it was to the fact that homosexuals desired each other, but it wouldn’t have been quite so vivid, and that way, even if this was an old textbook that I would’ve read this word this was this was old literature And know that they knew edit like theoretically could’ve read it somewhere but I would’ve been reading it with my perspective so I might’ve misunderstood a word or sons and painted it with my perception of what I was reading to some degree I know that’s not what I understood that’s not what I understood what I read was more homosexuality is the desire of one man for another man in a sexual homoerotic way or something like that I mean what I read was maybe a paragraph like a just a paragraph or two it wasn’t a whole book. It was maybe a paragraph or two that I based my whole life on in a book written and maybe 1927 or 1945 and yeah, you could say how did you not read more about it and find out that it was that there was desire on Maybe I didn’t read more than one or two books maybe I only read a few books maybe there wasn’t that much literature available to me there was some but it wasn’t you know like a plethora of literature it was maybe a few books with a few passages that I was able to find the library’s, or in my father’s office And then that would’ve been it it would’ve been a Books that I found somewhere or a book that maybe some gay man gave me maybe a book that I found through some friend in the 50s or 60s who is gay who is the somewhat intellectual, or may be a book that I read in the library it really wasn’t something that was why we discussed or analyzed by professionals in the 40s and 50s really even 60s to some degree There was Alfred Kinsey but that was in the 50s and 40s if I’m not mistaken and I did read his work I did but I am I am Ivy League I am I went to Harvard I went to Princeton my family is old money so I felt a little suspicious of him rightfully I felt given my family‘s position my father‘s prestige Kinsey is just one person he’s not to me and infallible a pope like authority figure on all matters of homosexual sex. I may have read a passage or two on the issue in a book one or two books that said something about men desiring each other But it wasn’t enough to convince me or it never really said in and the truth is it didn’t set it and I didn’t get it. I just didn’t get it. I either never read a passage that said that’s like explicitly, and it never intuitively came to me, or it just didn’t make sense because I am I see myself Casi as a potential expert in my own rights and you can see that and how I saw artist and art a patronizingly no really Lacey doesn’t necessarily believe me or understand and that’s fine. I patronizingly said that Jack had a great sense of color Siri in. That was me farting all over him. I was also trying to make him sound gay historians doubt him because at the time that would’ve been seen as gay for a man to have this brilliant sense of color theory to your average American man that would’ve seemed homosexual or suspicious Know wouldn’t. So now it wouldn’t seem like that to people, but at the time I think I was trying to find someway to sort of a wink at people that Jack was a little too artistic spending hours painting. I was trying to explain that he wasn’t entirely straight. Also, I was trying in a sense to sort of question my own mind and other people for other people About my own sexuality that I wasn’t may be in capable of being with a woman, and that at least at times I found Jack repulsive when I was out what I was hinting about his posts when I was saying he was he had passed in his wounds I mean who says that, and then it when I said he was fat I was trying to explain to people that I found him somewhat repulsive Like actually repulsive like oh he had all this person. Don’t you think he got fat? I mean what what lovers says that about their beloved that he was fat and that he had pus you guys that does not sound homosexual I don’t sound like I was in love with him And that was after he was dead when I was supposedly in a Normas morning over him according to David Pitts and his bullshit. Oh, I was so in love with his man and then I’m talking about how fat he was and how he had pus yeah, that doesn’t sound like someone who is madly in love.

I was fighting over him and kissing the Kennedy’s ass for my own safety and the safety of my family because they were the scum of Ireland. God bless them, but no, they’re the worst part of Ireland in my opinion the absolute scum of Ireland. And I am I’m not I’m not. I’m not trying to say that they’re not human necessarily but that’s necessarily.

I am here’s a thing am I was also trying to point out that I might’ve been straight by saying that I had superior golf game to Jack that I was better at golf sports are generally considered heterosexual even golf maybe especially golf golf not really a homosexual game. I am very good at golf and Lacey loves golf. I’ll probably go golfing together someday and I’ll obviously beat her but she’s expecting that. Why wouldn’t I know him that does it mean that she won’t want to really seriously try to play with me though, and have fun but Then I actually might like that and a wife a woman who wants to play golf with me so men are different and I am not. I like the thought of having a wife with me on the golf course who in a sense can take the game as seriously as I do but not as seriously at the same time so she keeps me company but I’m still very much in charge arm. Jack was not able to do that. He was very competitive, and he was not as good at golf as me, and so I was trying to bring that up to sort of highlight, the fact that he might not have been as straight as people Thought, he was. And that I might’ve been fully capable of getting married and having a wife because I was this a secret golf player I mean it that’s sort of what I was saying is that I was secretly very good at golf you know do you get it it’s like secretly I’m good at golf. Wink wink I am a man and secretly. I am very good at golf. I’m better at it than JFK even. And so that was sort of a wink that I was not gay. And then I do just outright say I could’ve married a woman and had a family and you’re not necessarily supposed to take that as me saying I could’ve done this in a closeted way because I was still closet but I said it. And then red face says that I’m bisexual. Basically I don’t know why historians have demanded that I be considered gay it’s absurd. It’s obvious that I was at least bisexual. I was straight and that really is the only thing that makes sense if people don’t think that way, which is sad and you should at least recognize that I was very clearly bisexual. Most likely it really isn’t quite so certain that I was gay because easily someone could’ve misunderstood and assumed that I was gay when I wasn’t because they were bi phobic You don’t think or Vidal could’ve been by phobic I mean my gosh who are these friends from the 70s what bias did they have and then that’s where it was David Pazzaluna pay hard and a lot of other peoples job to be more objective and not let their biases get involved, and you know what let themselves make a no stupid assumptions. But if David Pitts has been channeled and he said that he understood, but it was scary to him on a financial level. I have empathy for that but it’s also my existence that he’s fooling around with and it affects Lacey and my children and they’re still alive. It also affects my family my birth family.

I know you’re not supposed to assume that I was gay I don’t know where in the world people think that’s an objective, rational understanding of me.

But I actually if you really look into it I was straight OK I was straight I am straight that’s just who I was and that’s hard for some people to believe but as I was talking to Casi and I will explain more. I never understood I just didn’t understand. People didn’t talk about it as openly there wasn’t literature about it And I didn’t think homosexuals KC were normal, so I thought that their desire was likely sort of misshapen and mutant mutant. I saw it is sort of like her in a sense sort of like a sexual retardation.” says Lem.

“ so you really didn’t understand?” says Kasey.

“no, I really didn’t. I really did not understand.” says Lem.

“ what did you read?” says Jerry Seinfeld.

“ it may have been a medical textbook published by Princeton University from the 1920s late 1920s.” says Lem. “ and that would’ve been in my father’s private collection of medical textbooks that he referenced at home. It was in a book that I found in his possession at home that was the first thing I read I talk to him, but then I also went in his office, will say in his study and found one of his books and it was an old medical textbook and it was it was that was my first introduction to the concept.”

“ i’m trying to understand if they literally said men desire each other how did you not understand what that meant?” says a woman.

“ what does desire mean what is desire I mean let me try to explain a little more. I came from a prestigious family. I saw myself as potentially an expert of something in my own right I knew I was unusually intelligent. I’m straight and some get it. I think I meant have egos, but I mean look at Donald Trump OK eight a river being open minded intelligent about this look at how confident Donald Trump is in his own opinion Men were like that more in the past not just him men were more confident in the earn their opinion, and frankly, they might’ve had better opinions at times, and the times they didn’t, but men were far more daring, and what they venture to believe of their own opinion, especially if they were well educated, and they went to go to schools and they came from good families, and they were reasonably intelligent. They took themselves if they were well bred very seriously. And I was one of those people and so yes I took the medical expert seriously but I had my own opinions on things. I mean, I wrote a very good paper on a lead artist, and people have commented on that when they disgust me who knew me, or knew of me even and it was very well researched, and very very intelligent, I was not a stupid person. I was an actual intellectual, unlike with Garverdale thought That actually you should push people should be more intuitive. I don’t know why they’re not, but I was very smart. I was actually secretly very intellectual, although I hit that because it was upsetting to Jack and his ego and so I just had to pretend to be stupid around him at times when I wasn’t at you know the more convincingly the better because it was upsetting to him for me to be smarter than him very upsetting. But I knew I was smart I knew I was yeah, and if I was bisexual, you don’t think that was irritating to me to be bisexual, and capable of marrying a woman do better at golf to be more even keel not quite so I am hyper to be taller Yeah it was. It would’ve been very irritating to me, and then if Lacey came along and was interested in having a relationship with me, it would’ve been out almost impossible to resist her because she really is that attractive.

Him but that’s not. What really was she wondered if that’s what was happening and it wasn’t vain. It was her mind and the way she thinks but no that’s not what was happening I was actually straight in a sense. It was worse than she thought. She intuitive that I was straight when she first looked at me when she was a teenager and then she started being brainwashed into thinking I was gay and she always wondered if I was straight because she’s smart and not easy to control but I don’t think she’s ever realized how awful my life actually was because I actually was straight. She’s been through an excruciating amount of pain processing this and having to doubt herself daily because the Kennedys who are alive can’t handle it and neither can the Kennedys or dad either can a lot of people and I wish she had more empathy for me, and what I actually went through, but I know she could, and does in her heart and that gives me Grace to deal with it, and then watching her suffer it makes the pain that I went through seem to frankly not as painful because what she’s gone through is far worse. It makes the pain icing that I went through seem a lot less excruciating. I don’t think people realize what they’re putting her through and it’s the air hunger that she experiences is actually potentially deadly at times Because the trauma that the living and dead Kennedys have put her through in their obsessive denial of reality is astounding.

Yeah, in a very sick sad sense there’s they’re fighting them selves. She was Joe Kennedy Senior‘s soulmate or they were in there not anymore and she’s my twin flame but they’re not even they don’t even have that connection anymore. He ruined it in purgatory he ruined it. He lied to her about Janet, he shouldn’t of even been with her in the first place at all but I understand to some degree why he thought he could be but then he gave himself that privilege of trying to make it work a few years ago a couple years ago because they actually were soulmates and I think he thought he still had a chance to be with her for eternity is she really is extraordinarily beautiful and I think he thought you know she was with Harold Lowe of Scott Fitzgerald noticed her the Roosevelts thought she was attractive Louis Hill Junior was in out and all of her beauty. I think he thought that this is the woman who I need to be with because he was very into getting approval from people, I mean that was part of his fascination with Gloria Swanson, who actually is built somewhat like Lacey. Her father was from the 1920s Tom and her mother might’ve been genetically more like those women than you might think and so even though she looks like she belongs to my generation there are parts of her features that could actually be from the 1920s still Because her father was a man a very particular taste in women, and he had a lot of choices and he was straight and a sincere he wasn’t a heartless person. He was a womanizer, but he wasn’t heartless, and he actually did care about people, including her or does, and he’s a very complicated man, but that’s a different topic but basically what I’m trying to say is that the Kennedys experience, Lacey’s strength and her resistance to them that she was supposed of had to protect them and nurture them as a sort of resistance to them and they can’t handle it because they’re not used to someone being that resistant to them and seeing through them.

Which is how some of them have ended up dead in her generation who are women in the last five years because she’s so resistant and so resilient and so and so immune to their bullshit so to speak and they psychically can’t handle that because they refuse to, except that she could actually have this bizarre love for them that she can’t explain Outside of the supernatural and Tom her father, they can’t except any of it it’s too upsetting to them for class reasons for political reasons and away although Bobby has an easier time with it because he’s somewhat Republican but that’s also very traumatizing to him because he doesn’t he’s not really my son. I let him take care of it and he has never processed that that I didn’t care about him like a son and David didn’t get it either. David went on record saying oh, I’m just talking right now so if I if I’m annoying someone by not saying enough, I’m sorry, but it was a medical textbook Jerry, Mr. Seinfeld. It was a medical textbook from Princeton and then I did read some of Kinsey‘s work and a few other people and I’m sorry to get back to you cause I can tell you’re busy. Basically the idea is just that I thought I knew more so when I had this molestation experience, I didn’t understand the gravity of my vulnerability will say I didn’t get it. I didn’t realize that I had been tricked psychologically by my predator, I assumed that I had asked for it or made him come onto me, or that I had somehow experienced something physical that overwhelmed my mind consciously because I had somehow enjoyed it, or that I had asked for it, and neither of those are true I wasn’t really enjoying it. I hadn’t asked for it, but I didn’t understand that and it’s like well you were molested yes I was molested I might’ve said but I never had that conversation with anyone and I didn’t realize in someway that I’ve been molested because I was a teenager I was about 12 or 13 so in a sense I thought I was a big 13-year-old who is mature for my age Why could I have somehow tempted this man in a real way but no that’s not what happened I was straight he was a pedophile. He had molested other kids, but that is not some thing that I knew at the time I didn’t understand that I I did not fully understand that I’ve been molested and then I didn’t understand that in molestation, you don’t necessarily have control over your mind I thought that straight man could resist, an away that I couldn’t I sincerely thought that that a straight man could somehow block it in his head and that he wouldn’t get an erection that he would experience that and his neural pathways will say because he was straight lol I genuinely assumed that there was some blocking mechanism that straight men had in their head And then their body that I lacked so in a way, I was vulnerable to man, but then what would that be right? I wasn’t an idiot I just didn’t understand there were missing pieces of information in my head I I lacks all the information about what molestation was about really sex itself I don’t understand that there are times when people could be raped or molested, and it isn’t some thing that their body and mind can process as it’s happening and so you can experience on wanted extra fillings in your body because you can’t process it fast enough to distance yourself or dissociate because our bodies are vulnerable and that way I don’t understand that I think some people today don’t fully understand it, but I didn’t understand it And so I was ignorant, and I made assumptions about myself in an attempt to sort of reason at all away and that’s pretty much all that happened and I never found information that corrected that corrected that perception of myself I wasn’t insecure but I had a I had a sense that I was different or that something had happened to me that made me different but that really I was probably just fundamentally gay and I didn’t think of myself as a pervert because it was in a medical textbook and my family wasn’t like that we were very sophisticated and upper class and so I just thought I doubt that I am a pervert it’s not really perversion I mean you could call it that I suppose it could be but it’s really more it’s really more just that arm it’s really more just that you know humans are an adult flawed and sex is beautiful and it’s an art. I had a very sophisticated understanding of sex And part of it was what I was exposed to with my parents being more sophisticated than most people and then part of it was just me and my background I guess you could say in my intelligence, so I didn’t think sex was evil I thought it was beautiful and so does Lacey she understood that inherently and so do I if there’s reincarnation it’s what we thought back in England we were part of the romantic generation And so no we had a very romantic profound sense of sex her and I both did that was part of the beauty of our marriage and that was very popular and our social class but if there’s not reincarnation we had we had that understanding of socks, inherently in our heads through other means And so we believed when I believed that it was normal and natural, but that humans could have medical difficulties, and my medical difficulty was that I was gay, I thought, and so in a sense it’s perversion, but that’s a very dark view of things I would’ve thought there’s not a lot of joy or happiness in that and so I am I would’ve thought let’s be open minded about things, but let’s be careful. I didn’t think it made sense to be with women. I thought that was evil, but I didn’t think it was necessarily evil to try to enjoy myself as much as I could, sort of like the sexual Special Olympics.

I felt as though I was a special Olympic sexual man will say I thought gays were essentially the all the sexual Special Olympics. So I had a very compassionate view of myself I thought no I can’t help the fact that I’m like this I would love to be with a woman, but I’m not gonna do that because that’s evil and so I am going to be with a man and enjoy myself as much as I can because given current psychological scientific know how we can classify that there are gay then it’s a type of man it’s just it’s a medical diagnosis and there could be some insanity involved but it’s something that is diagnosable and I suspected it was probably some sort of physical thing That wasn’t just psychological. I thought it was probably some sort of weird mutation because I do something about evolution too so I thought I was some bizarre retarded mutant sexually. And that was what I believed about myself, and that gave me some empathy for Jack and people having to do that, but they’ve not understood what it was. I had empathy for him, and his lack of ability to be faithful, because I thought that he was may be a little retarded to and that was something that was wrong with him. The thing is, that was Lacey‘s opinion of Joe and you know this is what gave her never seemed quite grasp. Lacey and I are a lot alike Regardless you can’t really with a sophisticated mindset think I was gay I’m sorry that’s ignorance and sad. But I actually was straight but you know that’s hard for some people to believe but I actually was Lacey and I think alike she thought although she never discussed this with people openly she thought Joe because who is she even discuss this with I mean, who is she gonna talk to you? People don’t respect her beauty they don’t respect her intelligence People thought she could actually be Tom’s daughter she had a counselor that wondered if she was Tom’s daughter but then Lacey thought that didn’t make any sense and so who is she ever talk to any of this about nobody and so what she thought was like what I thought. She thought. Joe was essentially retarded. She loved him, but she thought that he was basically kind of a retard. And that was my impression of Jack, I thought, and she thought that that they were just sort of retarded. I’m serious, that they were essentially retarded.

And and so we both thought that our gentleman, respectively, I’ll say even though he wasn’t really mine we thought they were retarded we really did. We thought they were just retarded. And so even in that Lacey could never have stood to be at a Pat Wilson wedding. I could never have been happy at Jack’s wedding if I was anything other than straight and I really was straight and she’s never really been intended to be with Joe and she’s not with him anymore.

Oh, but That and Papa Joe I mean Joe Junior but but not we thought they were retarded and that was my empathy that I had for Jack was that I thought he was basically sexually retarded and deserving in a Normas amount of empathy and grace I didn’t want to service him I was straight, so I found prostitutes and what gay historians never seem to except or believe is that I actually found men for him to I don’t know why they don’t know that it’s possible that that was lied about but I did I found men for him on occasion as well I was not homosexual I was not jealous the way people have said I was or possessive the way that they said I was more obsessed I wasn’t madly in love with him. I wasn’t devastated that he died the way they said he was those are all opinions that is all subjective interpretation of my actual experience. That’s not a clinical observable fact. And it’s not what happened that was his narcissistic, his family‘s narcissistic interpretation of things that was their closeted interpretation of things that was their cronies and their psychopaths interpretation of what happened that was Francis McAdoo, and gore Vidal an a lot of other people who may have had some concern for my humanity, but really cared more about themselves and the Kennedys than anything else. They cared about themselves they cared about their own reputation. They cared about the Kennedys. They knew that Jack and Bobby, and all those people did not want to be outed as homosexual and yeah, if the Kennedys killed Marilyn Monroe, that was one of the things she was going to tell people That they were homosexual that Bobby and Jack had had sexual experiences with other, and with men she was going to tell people that they were incestuous and backward dogs essentially. And know that was one of the reasons why they would’ve killed her if they did, and she in her death or one of the reasons why Jack died. I’m not making this up if they if the CIA shot Jack part of the reason he died, is because people loved Marilyn. She was popular she really was. She was actually loved and she died, potentially not knowing that and there were men who were very angry who wanted jacked up and sober and Fidel. Castro would’ve said you gotta shoot them there were men in the mafia who volunteered to some degree purely out of rage over Marilyn’s death.

Him and part of their torture of her actually might’ve been over me. I found her attractive, and I was rather shy around her, and I smiled a little too much, and that may have made Jack very angry. And no, I’m not you know, attracted to her more than Lacey or even as much but I mean she was Marilyn Monroe I was straight and I I guess I got a little tiny crush on her or some thing for a while, and now that made Jack very angry, very angry at Maryland and at me, but he took it out on Marilyn.

Am getting back to David. David didn’t understand I didn’t want him at my apartment using drugs and he goes on record saying that he’s hurt by that I think he felt snubbed by me that I was snuggling him. He thought I was very sophisticated and I think he felt hurt that I didn’t want him there, but it was actually taught what he was thinking and historians have never picked up on that. I didn’t want him there. You’ve got to stop rationalizing stuff I didn’t want him there, if you want to go but that’s part of why I answer these questions and so does Lacey and It’s is to such excruciating detail even though I answers really might be more than enough information to go on and believe me and her I don’t mind because I don’t mind people being a Rational and trying to understand things in an honest way.

So David just didn’t understand I was giving Bobby drugs. I was giving him heroin and cocaine and possibly other things to, and I didn’t care if he became addicted. I didn’t care if he died their children who died because of him and whose parents are grieving to this day, there are siblings who have graves or siblings, I saw that coming. There are people who hung themselves over him I saw that coming I anticipated that and that was why I thought let him kill himself let him walk into his own trap and died of a heroin overdose. Go ahead I encouraged his heroin addiction. I tried to compete with him to try to get him to get more addicted And try harder to tolerate more and then accidentally kill himself. I was trying to get him to kill himself. And that’s what I was up to in my apartment, encouraging him not like Falstaff, I was encouraging him like a British aristocrat with some sort of moral sense that they were going to kill an evil Irish scumbag that’s what was happening I wasn’t Falstaff, or whatever the hell that was I was trying to get rid of scam I was trying to let him destroy himself. But a lot of drug attic’s a lot of boomers who don’t except that things are bad and that not everything that feels good is good for you couldn’t handle the fact that I was real that’s what I was doing and so they made it something totally different and no I obviously just didn’t give a shit about him And that way I was happy to let him die. I might’ve cared about him, but not in a way where I was trying to preserve his life, David I I felt like he had a chance to have a conscience because he was more sensitive and just a different person and so I actually was trying to spare his life and make him be straight and sober and sort of rejects people for his own good and then he and he ended up dead.” says Lem.

Later.

“I was straight.” says Lem.

“Give me a walk through of giving Jack head.” says a writer.

“Okay.

I walk in. He’s high. Slightly out of his mind. Sitting on a bed. Dr. Feel Good is standing next to him. With his back turned away from me. LBJ is also standing there. So is Bobby Kennedy Senior. They all look…scared.

Beanie by Chezile plays at Lacey’s request.

I take off his pants, like a servant. It’s not sensual.” says Lem.

“That’s not true!!!!” bellows Bobby Kennedy Junior rolling around, as he’s demon possessed. Three of Trump’s aids restrain him. Cheryl stands with him, crying, shaking and trying desperately to “speak in tongues.”

“I took off his pants. Then his underwear, sighing in exhaustion. And annoyance. Because he’s the US President and…he can barely talk he’s so high and drunk and perversely narcissistic. You can’t get him to look at you. He’s too in his head…feeling…high. …So after undressing him I stand back. Figure how to angle him best to keep him from falling off of the bed. We don’t want him hitting his head and getting a head injury.

I decide I don’t give a damn. He’s drooling. And…I can’t stand him in his disgusting excess…at this moment. …Let him DIE.

I angle him? No. I lick my lips. And let my mind wander.

What do I think about today? My grocery list. Literally.

I look at his face and smile. To myself. Feeling sorry for him, actually. And then I primly and medically get on my knees. On the floor, mostly. And blinking and thinking like a doctor, I take his slightly aroused tiny penis and put it in my mouth. As usual. I position myself to be able to move my head. And then bringing and thinking…about my grocery list…I…move head and suck, slightly. Give him a bit of a hand job. Go back to moving my mouth. Give him a bit of handjob.

He laughs and says, ‘THAT’S WHAT- THAT’S WHAT I WANTED!!!’ like an evil retarded ape descended from evil Irish peasants. Happy and totally unaware. Giddy. Filled with joy. Content. High. High and stupid. …With his Kennedy Boston accent.

I pause. Because he’s rolling around a bit. A gloomy, bored look on my face. Waiting for him to lay still again.

And then I go back at it. Blinking. Staring off into space.

He finishes. Finally. I used a faster pace towards the end. Because he’s asked for it. And it gets it done faster. …I could be reading while I’m doing this I’m so totally distracted and cold and disinterested. But he doesn’t…notice…at all.

He cums. I get some in my eyes. It’s happened before. I wipe it off my face. Spit it into a cup, like spit after brushing your teeth, but with more disgust. Wipe my mouth. Clear my throat. Blink. Probably like a gay man, out of habit. I knock at the door. The Secret Service smiles at me…because after this he’ll be a lot easier to deal with. He’s an asshole to them and they get verbally abused and mentally abused and can’t stand him.

Beanie (Slowed) by Chezile plays at Lacey’s request.

I walk out the door and down the hallway. Someone smiles at me. And I avoid them. It’s Peter Lawford. He’s bisexual. He’s actually probably trying to relate to me. In a sincere way. But…I’m feeling too angry and sick to talk to him. And I can’t explain why. But I just can’t stand him or anyone in the Kennedy family right now. I walk to a bathroom. Cry a little. Slap myself in the face. Take a few deep breaths. Cry.

Light a cigarette. Calm myself down. Eyes closed.

Go out of the bathroom…sit and smoke. Read the newspaper. Legs crossed. Calmly. Jackie sees me and is clueless. She assumes I just arrived. …Because she just arrived. She’s smiling. Pretty cheekbones. Looking lovely. But I can’t stand her either. I want to laugh at her. …She’s so…stupid.

She takes off her earrings. Clip-ons. They’re weighing on her ears. On an…entertainment center. Made of wood. With speakers and a turntable. She ‘goes to see Jack.’ And…I keep reading the newspaper. Smoking. Eventually drinking. Hard liquor. It’s quicker…as they say.

Jack…as US President…is stuck in the bedroom for hours. Discussing…foreign policy. With Jackie. They eat dinner in there. And I let time pass.

By 6:00 PM I decide to…go say goodbye to Jack and Jackie. I’m going somewhere. …I haven’t figured out where yet. …But the Secret Service won’t let me. And actually…they’re quite curt about it. Quite…mean, actually.

Then I make myself corn. Just corn. On the stove. Eat it. And then smoke. …Standing-up. In the kitchenette.

I walk out. Decide to go to a bar. Drink. Call Jack at 8.” says Lem.

Wally by Chezile plays at Lacey’s request.

“So…you got…sexy.” says Bobby Kennedy Junior, laughing. “Smexy!”

“HOT DAMN!” says a dumbass feminist Gen. X woman who’s his friend.

“You…did. Don’t lie!” says Bobby to Lem’s ghost through Lacey.

“Tell us what really happened, Lem.” says a millionaire who’s friends with Bobby.

“I did.” says Lem.

“Okay. So…you hit it!” says Bobby’s friend.

“I’m not sure where.” says Lacey.

“SHUT-UP!!!” yells Bobby, practically foaming at the mouth.

The song plays.

“I mean you had his dick in your mouth!” says a gay Black man in the Illuminati. Bobby laughs like he’s in on secret joke with Lem. A dirty, sex joke.

“Bobby…you tell us!” says the CIA.

“He had his dick in his mouth!!!” yells Bobby grinning and laughing, like he’s a rockstar making a cool-kid sex joke or sex reference.

“That might not mean anything.” says Lacey.

“THAT…IS…IMPOSSIBLE!!!” says Bobby.

“Why?” asks the mafia.

“Because! You get a dick in your mouth…it’s…sex. …I don’t know. I mean…there’s no way you can have a dick in your mouth without wanting it there.” says Bobby. “And you certainly can’t give head…and not mean it. At least sexually. It’s IMPOSSIBLE.” he says honestly. “I’m sorry! I have no evidence. But BITCH…I don’t need it. I have…TRUTH.”

Midnight City by M83 plays.

Bobby laughs. “It’s just sex. CHILL!” he says.

Everyone around him stares in silent wonder. Of some sort.

He dances. Someone put this on the sound system.

He does 1980’s moves. Thinking he’s still in his 40’s and somehow everyone in the room is lusting after him and also admiring him…and…IN AWE OF HIM.

2:40

He is…totally unaware. Well…maybe not totally unaware. But…quite unaware, relatively speaking.

The song ends. He does jazz running-in-place??? Claps while jumping.

The song restarts.

“Bobby…did you get that idea of giving men oral sex…from personal experience?” asks a woman in LA.

He thinks.

“No!” he says. He looks…irritated.

“But think of it!” says another woman. “Did that have anything to do with it at all?”

“I’m straight. So…” says Bobby Kennedy Junior, indignantly. No doubt in his voice. Necessarily.

“So…your experience…with…EXPERIMENTING…is…that…you can’t give head…to men…without enjoying it.” says a Black gay male dancer to Bobby.

He stops. Thinks. Shrugs. “Yeah. I guess.” he says. He thinks. “But…you know…it’s experimental. So…I’m not desiring men. …And that’s how I know Lem was gay. …Because…I think…he did desire men. OBVIOUSLY.” says Bobby. “I don’t. …But yeah. My experiences with it…have been that way. Yeah. I think…both genders…have…arousing genitalia. In that context.”

The Black male gay dancer nods. Straight faced. Trying to seem sincere.

“So…when you think of those times…do you…wish to experiment…again?” asks the CIA.

“Yeah. Sure! Why not? But…I’m not gay.” says Bobby, sincerely.

They think.

“So…do you…think of men…just for fun? Ever?” says a bisexual male singer.

Bobby thinks. “When?”

“When you’re…having sexual experiences?” says the singer.

“Yeah! Why not? Who doesn’t? Right!? …Cheryl thinks of women. …We have fun! …Look…I’m not uptight! …If you were as sexually experienced as me…you’d probably do it too.” says Bobby.

“Oh! I do. …Because I’m bisexual!” he says.

Bobby glares at him. Controlling his temper.

“Look…I’m just saying.” says the singer. He shrugs.

Bobby laughs. Looks indignant. “I’m not bisexual.” says Bobby. He scoffs, snarls and rolls his eyes.

“I think you are.” says the singer. He’s Gen. Z.

The song restarts.

“They’ve caught you, Bobby.” says a woman his age.

“Funny!!!” says Bobby. “But this is serious.

…I’m sorry. I refuse to let history be defiled. I’m not an ape! And neither was my HEROIC uncle!!!”

“But…she’s right. To me it sounds like he was straight. And confused.” says Roseann.

3:00

The song plays on.

3:32

3:40

3:46

…The very 80’s song…ends.

Don’t Move by Phantogram plays.

“You were that uninterested!??” says a dead socialite who kisses Kennedy ass.

“I was more clinical. She’s making what I show…more…sexual. I was…straight. But…this isn’t bad. This is close to what it was actually like.” says Lem.

“I can’t accept it. I’m haunting the Met. Because I can’t let go. And I trapped myself. In the 1990’s. As a ghost in the Met.” she says. “I’m too angry at God.”

“Did you sleep with Jack?” asks a witch.

“Yeah. Who didn’t?” she says.

“So this ruins your…fantasy?” says the witch.

“No! I have no fantasy.” she says, stubbornly. She blinks away tears. Stubbornly.

“What would the fantasy be? If it was one?” says a Black male wizard.

“Well…you know? …He’s…a lothario. Of epic proportions! …And I’m his…hot number. …For the night. …It’s an ego thing, I guess. …But I felt…sexy. …It was a story I used to brag. …At saucy dinner parties. You know? Around the right…classy…but…right sort of people. …You might know me. I was a semi-famous socialite. I died in the 1990’s.” she says. “And I can’t figure out if Lacey is friend or foe. She baffles me.”

“Do you know Bobby Junior?” asks a Trump supporter.

“No! …Well…I sort of…knew his mother, Ethel. …But…I’m old.” she says, laughing. “I died in my 80’s. …In the 1990’s. …I met Babe Paley once. She was…snobby to me. But…I was friends with Jackie’s sister, Lee.”

“So to you…he’s straight. Because if he isn’t then what?” asks the wizard.

“Then…he’s a joke.

I slept with a loser!

…He was a slimy…fake.” she says.

“Why!?” says NBC.

“Because!

How would you feel!? THINK!

…He’s…weird. Okay?” she says.

The wizard laughs. “What was he like?”

“He was…quick. He came quick. Okay? …And I thought…he was…virile. You know? Like…so very straight and aroused that he…couldn’t control himself. Like a sex volcano.” says the woman. “In prehistoric days!”

“How quick!?” says the wizard.

“Under five minutes. …He’d…go quick. And fast. And…you’d…feel it. But…not…that…much. …But I assumed…that was just his natural response. Given his virility.” she says.

Later.

“I’m not done yet! Why are we doubting this? Oh! I know…because Lem was straight? Impossible! …A straight man could never live like he did. It’s impossible! …Men could never be that confused.” she says, candidly.

“No. They theoretically could.” says a living witch.

“I DOUBT IT!” she says.

“You don’t think straight men could accidentally perform gay acts? Because they can’t tell whether they’re straight?” asks a man.

“Well…what could possibly make anyone that confused!??” she scoffs.

“A lot. Actually.” says Michael Rockefeller.

“No. I doubt it. I doubt it.” she says, getting scared.

“Well…he was straight. And you’re wrong.” says God.

“I can’t hear you! …I’m sorry.” she says, smiling.

Strangers In The Night as performed by Frank Sinatra plays.

She stands in a lovely golden frock. A pretty dress. That reaches her ankles. Heels. Nylons. Nude nylons. …Very late 80’s. Blond bobbed hair. She’s in her 70’s? 60’s? She was well preserved. Skinny. An average looking…and yet better than average looking woman. Far better. …And yet so average.

She stands there.

Near a staircase.

“Does she move?” asks Lacey.

“No.” says God.

She stands there. Holding the railing. With one hand. Half smiling. As if…she’s waiting for someone. …It’s unclear who. Maybe…a lover? But…she refuses to move.

“Is Lacey Jack?” asks the Black wizard.

She laughs. “NO! …I know that much.” she says. And then suddenly she starts screaming like a little girl. In horror. Shrieking. And momentarily her mother responds, calming her.

Summer Wind as performed by Frank Sinatra plays.

Lacey laughs at her.

She stops crying. Sighs. Looks at Lacey.

Considers moving.

“I can’t move.” she says to Lacey.

Lacey empathizes with her. But not too much. Lacey prays, if she can, for God to help this woman.

She shrieks as God tries yet again to help her. Clutching the banister.

“MOVE!!” yells Lacey’s neighbor, like she’s his daughter and she’s a little girl.

All or Nothing at All as performed by Frank Sinatra plays.

Lacey laughs again.

The woman genuinely wonders if she’s making a fool of herself and wonders again if she should move. Listen to God.

“Dammit!” she says to Lacey. “I just can’t…do it.”

Niles from Fraiser finds this likely ghost endearing. Laughs.

“What are you so scared of!?!” asks Kelsey Grammer.

“Oh! You don’t understand. …I’m…dead…and I’m just…trapped.” she says.

“By what!?” says Kelsey Grammer.

She exhales sharply. “I didn’t realize…my friends…were so…bad.” she says, crying. She falls to the ground. Crying.

“Bad? How?” says Kelsey.

She sits down.

“What did we even have!??” she says about her husband and her life.

“This sounds trite. But it’s real.” says God.

With God allowing Lacey to talk to her…she moves (and maybe a few others) she moves a bit. Just wandering around the foyer now. At the Met.