I don't believe that she didn't know.
Don't underestimate the power of denial. People see and believe what they want to see and believe. Also, many marriages are sexless.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
I don't believe that she didn't know.
Don't underestimate the power of denial. People see and believe what they want to see and believe. Also, many marriages are sexless.
Don't underestimate the power of denial. People see and believe what they want to see and believe. Also, many marriages are sexless.
Hec, didn't Tipton claim a war injury or something had left him incapable of doing things in that way?
How very Hemingway.
Wikipedia (salt at will)
He told each of his wives that he had been in a grave car accident that had left him with unhealed ribs, genital disfigurement and sterility.
I'm currently reading The Land of Laughs, by Jonathan Carroll. I'm enjoying it, and reading along I'm getting more and more of an X-Files feel (or maybe a David Lynch feel -- just a sort of Things Are Not As They Seen vibe to it), and then -- the DOG TALKS ?!? That's exactly the point where I fell asleep last night, and I woke up at 3 a.m. and had to re-read that passage to make sure I hadn't dreamed it.
Now I need the rest of the day to fly by so I can go home and keep reading.
Does anyone know of a really good Calamity Jane bio? Because watching the fictional one on Deadwood has got me curious, and I don't wanna read a bunch of cocksuckers.
Can't recommend any bios, but Doris Day made a movie based on her life, called (not surprisingly) Calamity Jane. It's a pleasant enough musical with a few great moments (like "Secret Love"). And lesbian subtext.
There was an article on Slate or Salon a few months ago discussing a bio about Calamity Jane. You could try searching archives at both.
The Land of Laughs is one of my favorite Carroll books. Talking dogs are sort of his trademark. And yeah, there is a Lynchian feel. You never know whether the next thing that happens will be lovely and magical, or nightmarish. Or a little bit of both.
Right, Fred...I remember now, from Celluloid Closet. Stupid brain...trying to picture Doris Day spitting, drunk, belligerent and cursing. At least I amuse myself, right?