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Marilyn Monroe unplugged
By:
Khalid A-H Ansari
August 19, 2005
Vancouver,
Canada: The tempestuous life and times of Marilyn
Monroe, the quintessential sex goddess, who died 62 years and
14 days ago — to the day — have been shrouded in
mystery.
Her sexual encounters with president John F
Kennedy, her failed marriages to playwright Arthur Miller and
baseball superstar Joe di Maggio, her sexual encounter with
Joan Crawford, relationships with Frank Sinatra and Lawrence
Olivier, her yearning to be taken seriously as an actress and,
most of all, the curious circumstances surrounding her tragic
death have invested her persona with an aura of mystique that
refuses to die with the passage of time.
New light has
been shed on the Oscar-winning actress’ state of mind shortly
before her death — of acute barbiturate poisoning according to
the original 1962 autopsy — following the publication of
transcripts of tapes in the Los Angeles Times newspaper on her
recent death anniversary.
Marilyn Monroe apparently
made the tapes for her psychiatrist Dr Ralph Greenson, who
professedly played them for former prosecutor John Miner, who
attended Monroe’s autopsy and helped to investigate her
death.
Eighty-six-year-old prosecutor Miner says he
made “extensive” and “nearly verbatim” notes on the tapes
after promising never to publicise their
contents.
However, Miner broke his promise when Dr
Greenson died and biographers of the legendary actress
implicated the psychiatrist in her death.
In the tapes,
Marilyn Monroe, who played the stereotype dumb blonde as no
other, says she won an Oscar for faking orgasms, that she
enjoyed enemas and pledged to throw all her pills in the
toilet.
Monroe is believed to have had an affair with
President John F Kennedy at the time of the recording, a
rumour said to have been fuelled by her famous steamy
rendition of “Happy Birthday” in his honour.
The tapes
show Monroe had “very specific plans for her future” and,
therefore, could not have been suicidal.
Marilyn Monroe
uses the technique of free association, used by James Joyce in
his seminal book Ulysses, on the advice of her psychiatrist,
causing the actress to warn: “You will hear a lot of bad
language.”
Extracts of Monroe’s thoughts on Kennedy and
Clark Gable have already been published. However, her feelings
for her ex-husbands, her friendship with Frank Sinatra and
suspicions about Eunice Murray, the housekeeper, who
discovered her naked body, have been revealed for the first
time.
Marilyn Monroe’s candid confessions from the
couch shed light on her labyrinthine inner self. Excerpts are
being reproduced to enable a better understanding of the
misunderstood tragic sex icon. Readers with prudish
sensibilities are advised to switch off — post
haste!
On Clark
Gable
In the kissing scenes, I kissed
him with real affection. I didn’t want to go to bed with him,
but I wanted him to know how much I liked and appreciated him.
He told me he had been a hunter for a long time, but he had
decided not to kill animals. He said if he had children, he
would teach them to hunt with a camera instead of a
gun.
When I came back from a day off the set, he patted
my a** and told me if I didn’t behave myself he would give me
a good spanking.
I looked him in the eye and said,
“Don’t tempt me”. He burst out laughing so loud he was
tearing.
Because of his performance I have seen Gone
With The Wind over and over again. He was perfect. All right,
that was a long time ago. I must have been about 13. I have
never seen a man who was as romantic as he was in that
picture.
It was different when I got to know him. Then
I wanted him to be my father. I wouldn’t care if he spanked me
as long as he made up for it by hugging me and telling me I
was daddy’s little girl and he loved me. Of course that’s
fantasy.
On
orgasms
What I told you when I first
became your patient is true. I had never had an orgasm. I well
remember you said an orgasm happens in the mind, not the
genitals.
You said there was an obstacle in my mind
that prevented me from having an orgasm; that it was something
that happened early in my life about which I felt so guilty
that I did not deserve to have the greatest pleasure there is;
that it had something to do with something sexual that was
very wrong, but my pleasure from getting pleasure from it
caused my guilt.
That it was buried in my
subconscious. Through analysis we would bring it to my
conscious mind where we could get to the guilt and free me to
be orgasmic.
Well, we sure worked it and it got
nowhere. I’d go home and cry and vomit from the frustration.
Then you said for the orgasm problem we would try a different
approach.
That you would tell me how to stimulate
myself, that when I did exactly what you told me to do I would
have an orgasm and that after I did it to myself and felt what
it was, I would have orgasms with lovers.
What a
difference a word makes. You said I would, not I
could.
Bless you doctor. What you say is gospel to me.
By now I’ve had lots of orgasms. Not only one, but two and
three with a man who takes his time. I never cried as
hard as I did after my first orgasm. It was because of the
years I had never had an orgasm. What wasted years. How can I
describe to you, a man, what an orgasm feels like to a woman.
I’ll try.
Think of a light fixture with a rheostat
control. As you slowly turn it on, the bulb begins to get
bright, and then brighter and brighter and finally in a
blinding flash is fully lit. As you turn it off it gradually
becomes dimmer and at last goes out.
Speaking of
Oscars, I would win overwhelmingly if the Academy gave Oscars
for faking orgasms. I have done some of my best acting
convincing my partners I was in the throes of
ecstasy.
On Joan
Crawford
Oh yes, Crawford. We went to
Joan’s bedroom. Crawford had a gigantic orgasm and shrieked
like a maniac.
Next time I met Crawford she wanted
another round. I told her straight I didn’t much enjoy doing
it with a woman. After I turned her down she became
spiteful.
An English poet best describes it, “Heaven
hath no rage like love to hatred turned: Nor Hell a fury like
a woman scorned.”
Most people credit that to
Shakespeare. William Congreve is the author. That’s me.
Marilyn Monroe, the classical scholar.
About enemas
But
doctor. I don’t understand this big taboo about enemas. Most
of the actresses I know use them, even some who won’t admit
it. Mae West told me she is given an enema every day and she
has at least one orgasm a day. Mae says her enemas and orgasms
will keep her young until she is 100.
Peter Crawford
says the Queen and noblemen of the court of Louis XIV were
give frequent enemas by special servants called apothecaries.
The purpose was to give them peaches and cream complexions.
Something about intestinal toxins getting into your blood. So
there you are. Those ladies were doing the intelligent thing.
Yes. I enjoy enemas, so what!
On growing old
I stood
naked in front of my full-length mirror for a long time
yesterday. I was all made up with my hair done. What did I
see? My breasts are beginning to sag a bit. My waist isn’t
bad. My ass is what it should be, the best there is. Legs,
knees and ankles still shapely. And my feet are not too big.
Ok, Marilyn, you have it all there. It is decision
time.
On the
Kennedys
Marilyn Monroe is a soldier.
Her commander in chief is the greatest and most powerful man
in the world. The first duty of a soldier is to obey her
commander in chief.
He says, “Do this”, you do this. He
says, “Do that”. You do that.
This man is going to
change our country. No I am not talking Utopia — that’s
illusion, but he will transform America today like FDR (F D
Roosevelt) did in the 30s.
And he’ll do for the world
what he’ll do for America — transform it for the better. I
tell you doctor, when he has finished his achievements he will
take his place with Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln and FDR as
one of our greatest presidents. As long as I have memory, I
have John Fitzgerald Kennedy.
I’m glad he has Bobby.
It's like the navy. The president is the captain and Bobby is
his executive officer.
But Bobby, doctor, what should I
do about Bobby? As you see there is no room in my life for
him. I guess I don’t have the courage to face up to it and
hurt him.
I think what’s happened with Bobby is that he
has stopped having good sex with his wife for some time. Well
when he starts having sex with the body all men want, his
Catholic morality has to find a way to justify cheating his
wife. So love becomes his excuse. And if you love enough, you
can’t help it and you can’t be blamed.
All right,
doctor, that’s Marilyn Monroe’s analysis of
Bobby’s love for me.” |
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