It’s Just Fiction. Don’t worry!

More about Lacey.

Michael keeps pursuing Lacey. Very cleverly. (Not Jack Kennedy’s nephew.) He’s capable of manipulating her and that’s exceedingly rare. And as long as he’s not being evil about it (“Which is key.” adds Elisa.)…she actually respects it. Because to manipulate her as a man means you have to be being genuinely more honorable than she is. …At least in some way. And it also means you have to care more about her than she cares about herself. Or cares about you.

… …

But what about Lem?

Lem is…gay? *confused face* That’s what “almighty” Wikipedia officially insists (albeit with a coy, compassionate wink) based on unknown, unnamed sources and the controlling official narrative. The quotation by Red Fay very likely about him being bisexual just means Lem’s dick was cast in gold by the Kennedy’s to be placed in someone’s office near a photo capturing the rest of his sexy body. Right? It’s a family heirloom. Their…”blue-blooded slave.” *wink* Another surprise human sex trophy Jack brought home for mommy and/or daddy to be proud of? And anyway…it usually is right. Wikipedia that is. Correct? …I wonder if Wikipedia acknowledges bisexuality accurately though? Or race? Or a lot of things not part of the currently “official collective thought?”

I mean, Jack insists from the grave that Lem was gay? And why wouldn’t he, byotches! Right, right? Now that he can get done on the reg.? *sexy gay man giggies* …Actually, Carlos agrees (if it was true). He does. *genuine laugh from Lacey*

Or no? …Jack insists that homosexuality disappears once you die?

He does.

Because God doesn’t permit it, according to Jack. “It’s abhorrent to Him.” And while not all homosexuals are going to Hell…they cease to exist once they pass over? Or God has to let them slowly figure out how lowly and pathetic and gross it is?

That’s Jack Kennedy I’m talking about. JFK. He’s the one claiming that last paragraph! *pearl clutch*

And today Lem got turned into a little girl. Temporarily. He told Lacey, “You’re not the boss of me!” And then Lacey explained to her to hold the railing when she walks down the stairs. …Then she escaped back into Lem.

“I couldn’t really be that. I mean, not fully.” he protests. “It was-“ he whimpers and cries.

And a woman named Margaret Willett laughs. Was it her idea to temporarily turn Lem into a little girl? “He needed perspective.” she offers.

Why? …Because Lacey is tired of wondering who’s telling the truth about Lem’s orientation. It’s beyond exasperating. And if he’s been telling her the truth…and he’s not a demon…he’s being punished for letting people think he was something so very dangerously different than what he really was. It might not have been an intentional lie…but it was a dangerous mistake, nonetheless. Dangerous first to himself. Because unless it’s evil…there’s no reason to deny one’s self. Publicly and privately. And being heterosexual isn’t a sin, Lem. Pedophilia is always wrong, for example. No exceptions. Regardless. But…what does God say about what you let people believe you were?

“He’s being punished for advocating for homosexuality to become the norm.” Lacey cups her ear. Is that what Jack’s saying now? No? “He’s said something similar before.” says Elisa. She shrugs.

You know Jack…in some rare cultures homosexuality was permitted in the 1960’s. Just think. If you’d been raised there with Lem you wouldn’t have known it was a sin. What could the Catholic Church have done to you? Think about how happy you could have been! *gasp* Paradise! …No running water. No drugs. But…your skin would have been permanently tan. *wink* …And you…well…you’d have known yourself so very well.

Lots to ponder today. Right?! Lots of…mysteries!

Be careful Peaches. It’s almost your season! Your season? Yes. Why yes. …Just think about it. My season is over, Peaches and Buttercups. Sorry. …And Elisa would just supernaturally make me feel and taste water-logged to the tongue anyway.

*silly white girl wink*

*Handclap for the heroic chosen few! The true elect in the big tent. The Democrats!! Woo! Woo! Aww, you guys. You’re so…amazing! You fight for the truth! Always! For what’s…right!”*

*And love waves circle around the world for all the ugly boys and girls born into the worldwide “American middle-class.” And Elisa smiles. Because. Just…because.*

*cough for Tik Tok*

Jealousy In Emanuel Swedenborg’s Purgatory

I don’t get jealous. Almost ever. If someone or something isn’t mine…I genuinely enjoy the feeling of letting go. I’d far rather be at peace than prove my worth. I’m not insecure. I’m sad. Profoundly sad. But never insecure. Insecurity is idiotic if you think about it truly objectively. Sorry. Get over it. *wink*

I don’t understand jealousy. It annoys me. Like the way one’s nose clouds up when you have a cold. It’s to be avoided at almost all costs. It’s like buying a dying factory that poisons people in a dying town. Useless. Embarrassing like a smelly fart. It happens…but golly. How ugly. What a sheer stench of death.

*smile*

And I refuse to suck literal puss for any man. Why would you need to? Medically or otherwise. It’s idiotic.

And…yet…in a crazy world that might not exist…a 30 something living woman named Lacey…can possibly see and interact with real ghosts. And they don’t go away when you rebuke them in the name of Jesus. And no “religious” demons from Hell can change that. Only God could…

And Lacey fell in love. Uh oh! Can’t be!!! *gasp* And one of them was Lem.

Can’t be!!

…But what if she did? And it baffled her… But she was curious to figure him out. And she loves troubling, complicated puzzles. They delight her. She’s wondered for years where Amelia Earhart is… It haunts her. Maybe literally.

And no. She isn’t Amelia. She isn’t Jack. She isn’t you. She isn’t…Marilyn Monroe. She’s just her. Try to comprehend that dear readers. And you’re you. Remember? You exist too. Right? Dear God above I hope so.

“They’ll never find it.”

And Harold Loeb had her first. And he understands her.

Can’t be! But what if…

So did Joe. Jr.. And he’d like to vent about it all night long. *wicked half smile*

But Harold…makes Lem jealous. And Louis is- Louis is vile to contemplate for Lem. And Lacey doesn’t get it. She doesn’t want anyone to feel real pain. But she just doesn’t get it.

*Joe laughs*

And…no one knows.

It’s crazy.

And Satan hopes you’ll get jealous and ruin it. Or believe it’s real and make things worse? Or believe they’re demons and make things worse? …Never wonder. Never ask why. Just assume whatever feels pretty. Whatever feels pretty right now

“Oh! Lem was gay.” “Oh! Lem is gay.” “Oh! Lem is bisexual. …I guess. *eye-roll*” Or? What if he really was straight? Did the jealousy he had over Jack exist or did some people just see him being capable of jealousy and make many assumptions? Or…was he jealous over pure friendship? And if so…what does that mean? He seems to get jealous regardless. *sweet shrug*

Oh! I bet it’s just a demon tricking Lacey! Right? *laugh* Because…it would have to be that. I mean…it’s Lacey. And ghosts don’t exist. And if God exists Satan hates Lacey almost as much as God loves her. Almost. *smile* So…it’s likely to be a demon. Lem was gay. And Lacey is just a figment of your superior imagination. You’re like Scott. You’re pure genius. Because you’d have to be to be truly lovable or worth anything or fascinating. Right?

No. I can guarantee that last part isn’t true.

What if it’s exceedingly serious to lie about being gay? In God’s eyes. What if He cares about everyone’s pain? What if…He’s unfathomably fair? Just? Perfect? And Jack can’t explain it to Lem if Lem wanted him to because Jack gets jealous too and he doesn’t understand Lacey either, to be honest. Not enough. And Scott just goes silent in empathetic anger when you ask him to explain Lacey’s inability to understand jealousy. So does Zelda…and she was crazy too, of course. “Why ask why?” she’d say.

Keep your eyes to the sun sun lovers. Keep watching it intently to feel cozy. *wink* Or don’t. Lacey says don’t. Lem does too. …And so does Louis. But who are they? They aren’t famous people in their own right. Right? Right.

“They all know about me!” Joe Jr. says ironically.

Happy Fourth of July!