Their Marilyn - 1950s (954 hits)
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Submitted by Axolotl (View user info) at 2006-12-15 14:11:11 EST
It was Dylan Mains who had introduced the forbidden material to Robert's life. They were hanging out at Dylan's house one day, lying in the backyard in August sometime before school began, when Dylan's fat older brother Liam threw the magazine on the dust in front of them and said in self-satisfied pleasure, "Enjoy, kids."
Robert Lime had picked up the magazine first, tracing his finger across the bold red letters and the curve of Marilyn Monroe's smile, and passed it to Owen McCarthy and Dylan, both in the same 8th grade class as Robert. Owen, already with the reputation of being a "dirty kid," giggled perversely and flipped the magazine open, staring with the eye of a connoisseur at Marilyn's pink nipples.
"Liam, that's brilliant," Dylan gasped. Liam was a senior in the high school, and explained to the distracted ears of the three younger boys that he had acquired the item from a promiscuous young sophomore.
"I have more," Liam finished.
For the last week of August and the week before school started at the Catholic middle school that they attended, Robert, Dylan and Owen gathered at Dylan's house and observed the impurities, their hands sticky with the nervous kind of sweat that coursed down their wrists in self-conscious trickles, hiding them from their mothers as they asked, "O! did you have a fun time over at Dylan's?" The bare skin enthralled them, especially Owen, whose fingers trembled as he brushed the glossy covers.
"This is quite a discovery we've made," Owen would mutter. And school began. Owen would sneak the magazine into school rolled up inside his backpack, to greedily show the other children, giving grudging credit to Dylan and Liam. About a week into the school year, Owen was lazily slumped in his seat, pointing into his open backpack to a smiling Robert.
Brother Eastwood, a tall, extraordinarily thin man with rumpled grey hair, rapped his knuckles smartly on his desk and said, "Mr. McCarthy, what have you got in that backpack?"
It was one of those situations where the entire class was quiet, knowing exactly what was in the backpack and joined in silent collective prayer for their classmate. Owen sat back in his seat, face slightly paler than usual, his limp hands just touching the top of his open backpack. Brother Eastwood walked down the aisle of quaking students, bent over, and snatched the magazine from Owen's backpack.
"Tut, tut, boy," Brother said. "I could understand this if you were a public school student, maybe, but in here..."
"I'm sorry, sir," Owen mumbled, his head bowed.
"I'm sure you are. Will I call your mother about this?"
"I'd rather you not, sir."
"Then I won't. Don't bring this rubbish to class anymore. Judging by your abysmal grades in history, there's better things you could be doing with than looking at this trash. Look at the state of you, you pig. What does your father do? Is he a sewer worker?"
"He's a doctor, sir."
"I'm damn glad he's not my doctor. I'll be taking this," Brother said, stuffing the magazine into his black pockets. He walked away, leaving the class to stare at Owen, suppressing their laughs.
"I'm done with this school," Owen said angrily as the streams of students poured out of the building in the wake of the ringing bell. "I should leave school."
"And go where?" Dylan Mains asked.
"I don't know...probably New York," said Owen, calming down. "Next Friday...yeah, next Friday we should all go to New York City. Bring another one of those magazines, Dylan."
"Are you sure about this?" Dylan asked. Robert stayed silent.
"Next Friday," Owen explained in a conspiratorial tone. "Meet me by the Garden State Mall, and ditch your bags somewhere safe. Instead of taking the school bus, we'll take the bus to New York. Robert, are you in?"
"All right," said Robert.
On the set date, Robert left the house with his backpack, meeting Owen by the bus stop near the Walgreen's, and dropping off his bag underneath a dumpster. Owen stood by the bus stop, a limp cigarette hanging out of his mouth, the smoke lazily dribbling from his lips and mingling with the moist, foggy air outside of the Garden State Mall of Paramus.
"Where's Dylan and Liam?" Robert asked.
"They chickened out," Owen growled, and Robert drew back, suddenly self-conscious. "Anyway, I brought some stuff along...I figured we could hang in Central Park,"
"Just sit in Central Park?"
"You got a better idea, smartass?"
Robert was silent. The bus pulled up, and he and Owen quickly boarded it, the doors closing and the bus jolting into action down toward the Parkway's junction with Route 80, and eastward to the spurs of the Turnpike, and down through the Meadowlands and Secaucus and the swamps. Robert blearily looked out the window, uninterested at the urban high-rises of Union City and Hoboken passing the bus by out the window, as they descended into the Lincoln Tunnel.
The bus dropped them off at Port Authority just off of Times Square, the heart of Midtown, and Robert and Owen walked down and stood on the corner of 8th and 40th, Broadway theaters and eateries stretching down the streets in all directions, the foggy morning illuminated by the neon lights of Midtown. The pair walked up Broadway, bypassing the crowded thoroughfares of cars along Times Square and 48th Street, moving upwards toward Columbus Circle, and past the great statue of Christopher Columbus at the Southwest Gate to Central Park, Manhattan.
"We're here," Robert said, realizing the insipidity of his comment as they walked into the park, upwards toward 66th Street cutting through the park. The Dakota rose from the Upper West Side, and the spires of the Museum of Natural History were visible a long way ahead past the trees. Owen, about four paces ahead, sat down on a cold bench at the edge of a great lawn. Robert took a place next to him.
"Anyone around?" Owen asked.
"Not that I can—wait—" Robert stuttered. There was a man walking up to them, who had been merrily crouching by the lawn; he was around fifty or so, but his shaggy clothes and hair obscured him.
"It's getting cold," the man said, rubbing his ungloved hands together. Robert had the first impression that the man might be homeless from the state of his clothes, but—he mustn't have been, he wore a silver watch on his left hand, callused fingers and palms brushing it obsessively, tapping filthy fingernails on the glass cover.
"But it's much more warm than back when I was a boy—" he continued, beaming a cracked hammer-shot grin at the boys. "Back in the good old days. When I was a boy, it was a lot quieter. More peace, you know? None of these lousy communists and faggotassed queers."
"Yes sir," Owen answered pertly; Robert walked on figurative eggshells—breathed on eggshells as it were as the man continued, shaking his wrinkled finger—God, even his fingers were wrinkled—at the boys, and displaying his yellowed teeth.
"What school do you boys go to?" he asked. Owen and Robert replied, telling him the name of their school. "All the way in New Jersey?" he remarked. "A good school, I heard. Do you read Shakespeare?"
"Yes, sir, very much sir," said Owen with a disingenuous smile, a flash of condescension sparking across his lips for a single moment.
"Have you read Victor Hugo, and James Joyce? I read James Joyce back in high school in my old days, but you know, there's some things in Joyce that schoolboys can't read!"
Slightly offended Robert retorted quickly. "I can read a lot of stuff, sir."
The man leaned into Robert and Owen and laughed lewdly, asking, "Have you any girlfriends?"
"No, sir," Robert answered politely.
"Aw! Every boy should have a sweetheart! I have three sweethearts myself! I love girls, don't you? Girls...their hair, their lips, their cheeks, you know what I'm saying. Their hair is so soft, to press against and hold, I know from a young age. All boys should have a little sweetheart, a little girl to touch and caress, to stroke her hair..."
The man stood up erect above the bench, pulling his belt up above his navel, announcing, "Hold on, boys, let me just see something..."
He walked off behind them, out into the field beneath a grove of trees. The sounds of his footsteps were overtaken by the traffic on Central Park West.
"Weird guy," Owen said. His hand was still submerged in the pocket, clenching his plant. Owen breathed heavily through his nose, his ears perked up as if he was trying to sense if the strange man was still looking at him. Owen draped an arm over the bench and looked behind him, out across the lawn toward the tree where the man was sitting wrapped in his own thoughts—
"Ha!" Owen exclaimed. "Look what he's doing!"
Robert looked backed and cursed; "What a scumbag."
Owen sat firmly straight, with his back firmly against the bench, awkwardly staring out in the opposite direction, toward the Dakota. Robert saw nothing else to do but to huddle in his light grey sweatshirt on the cool bench, his lips slowly chapping from the autumn wind. Within time the man returned, his face ruddy but glad. He sat down next to the boys, and opened his mouth—no words came out. After a short pause, he said—
"Girls? Never have anything to do with them. They're nothing but the downfall of society, all temptresses, the lot of them. Any boy who hangs around with girls ought to be whipped. Do you agree with whipping? I agree with whipping. Corporal punishment's the only way to deal with some of these delinquents. I remember the teachers whipping this boy when I was your age. They used the cane, and the teacher threw the bastard over his knee and pulled down his pants, and whipped him soundly. The boy bore it like an Indian, but the teacher wrecked him. He laid into him with the cane until blood was running down the back of his legs, and his arse was a mangle of pulp, and the boy's face was red with pain. How I wish..."
"I agree, sir," Owen said, the image of a fresh-faced liar.
"Good boys," the man said, his face looking all the wearier. "Good luck in school, and remember what I told you." He stood up, and patted Robert on the shoulder; Robert flinched sharply, the tingling sensation of his nerves disturbing him. The man walked off onto the path, and away southwards through the park.
Owen breathed in deeply, holding the air inside his lungs for a long moment. His eyes twitched slightly, and he said, "We should probably go now." He stood up, and threw the contents of his jacket pocket out onto the lawn, stomping it in with his heel and crushing the plant; it blended in with the rough grass.
Owen took another deep breath and began walking out toward Central Park West. Robert followed him, annoyed that Owen had started without waiting for him, but then again, Robert never liked him at much.
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Submitted by pannerplant (user info) at 2007-01-10 13:08:21 EST (#)
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fuck you, retaliator
Submitted by Id (user info) at 2006-12-19 18:25:29 EST (#)
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I feel a bit better knowing my post was trashed by someone who knows what their doing in the field of writing.
I still have a mark from it though....I told my teachers I fell...on a rake.
Where did you get the idea for this story?
Submitted by ripple (user info) at 2006-12-17 16:38:19 EST (#)
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yes.
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-12-17 00:38:21 EST (#)
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Very good.
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2006-12-16 11:56:39 EST (#)
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Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2006-12-16 03:10:32 EST (#)
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Now that I actually read it...
The prior was a plus-2 just for MM. Undeerated, she is.
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2006-12-16 02:47:56 EST (#)
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Yeah...
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2006-12-15 19:05:14 EST (#)
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Submitted by LSD420 (user info) at 2006-12-15 17:13:17 EST (#)
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wow.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-12-15 16:49:39 EST (#)
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Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-12-15 16:35:05 EST (#)
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once again, well done, Ax...
Submitted by St_Jimmy (user info) at 2006-12-15 16:31:49 EST (#)
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 16:19:49 (#)
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Estes Kefauver was a flim-flam man!
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Granpa, you're alive!! I thought you had died and after the cremation, I was almost positive. But here you are, on uber!
*weeps joyful emo tears*
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 16:23:07 EST (#)
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When I was a boy all I jerked was sodas!
Now with this world-wide-intornet corruption exposing tykes to blatant diddling and rampant daily frottage in the work place it make a man sick!
Sick!
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 16:19:49 EST (#)
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Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2006-12-15 15:10:54 (#)
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I'd give up everything to run away with Monroe.
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Kinda makes you wish someone had beat the snot out of Sinatra and the Kennedy boys.
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Damn Jack, you sound exactly like my grandpa! I don't suppose you were born in 1915, were you?
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Estes Kefauver was a flim-flam man!
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-12-15 16:07:08 EST (#)
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auto +2 for Catholic school shenanigans
Submitted by St_Jimmy (user info) at 2006-12-15 16:01:54 EST (#)
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Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2006-12-15 15:10:54 (#)
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I'd give up everything to run away with Monroe.
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Kinda makes you wish someone had beat the snot out of Sinatra and the Kennedy boys.
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Damn Jack, you sound exactly like my grandpa! I don't suppose you were born in 1915, were you?
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 15:42:54 EST (#)
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I love the 1st big picture on this page. It's sad that even though she was older, she never looked better than she did right before she died.
http://glamournet.com/legends/Marilyn/
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 15:34:49 EST (#)
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motherfuckin goddam sonofa
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 15:34:02 EST (#)
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Fuck knows if this link will work...
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Submitted by CookieLass (user info) at 2006-12-15 15:29:20 EST (#)
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i love her
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 15:21:22 EST (#)
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Then again, 2 out of 3 ain't bad.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 15:21:03 EST (#)
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Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2006-12-15 15:10:54 (#)
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I'd give up everything to run away with Monroe.
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Kinda makes you wish someone had beat the snot out of Sinatra and the Kennedy boys.
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2006-12-15 15:10:54 EST (#)
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I'd give up everything to run away with Monroe.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:49:14 EST (#)
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Or Xlibris.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:46:51 EST (#)
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It's available through http://disgustingfilthydirtybooks.com
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:37:03 EST (#)
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Who sells your book, is it sold everywhere or just in California? I'm in Jersey here, don't know if any of the five malls within ten miles of me would sell it.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:35:56 EST (#)
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THE CONTINUITY WAS FINE
GO HERD SOME MORE CATS YOU ANCIENT BUMPY-FINGERNAILED CLOSET CASE CAT-HERDING HERDER OF CATS
FUCK
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:35:18 EST (#)
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Look, you little turd, if you just shell out $25 for my book you can get EXTRA helpings of Marilyn.
She figures in it most prominently, my son.
An illustrated version would be rated X, of course.
Man. Why the fuck didn't I do an illustrated version? Shit!
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:32:50 EST (#)
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Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:26:26 (#)
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:25:05 (#)
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This was good, but did I miss something? What plant did the kid have in his pocket?
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I don't know if I forgot to mention it or I'm just as dilated as you are, but it was marijuana.
...whoops forgot to mention that bit.
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-2!!!!!!
Contonooty! Tipo!
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:26:26 EST (#)
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:25:05 (#)
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This was good, but did I miss something? What plant did the kid have in his pocket?
It's Friday, so I have my head up my ass.
That's why my pupils are dilated.
Signed, Confused.
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I don't know if I forgot to mention it or I'm just as dilated as you are, but it was marijuana.
...whoops forgot to mention that bit.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:25:55 EST (#)
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Oh, and I'm also a confirmed fan of MM.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:25:47 EST (#)
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Submitted by St_Jimmy (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:24:53 (#)
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+2 because my grandpa used to have a 2 x 3 foot framed poster of Marilyn's centerfold shot hanging in his home office. Damn she was hot.
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...Old-school.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:25:05 EST (#)
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This was good, but did I miss something? What plant did the kid have in his pocket?
It's Friday, so I have my head up my ass.
That's why my pupils are dilated.
Signed, Confused.
Submitted by St_Jimmy (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:24:53 EST (#)
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+2 because my grandpa used to have a 2 x 3 foot framed poster of Marilyn's centerfold shot hanging in his home office. Damn she was hot.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:21:42 EST (#)
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It's all good.
Submitted by ih8u2man (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:21:20 EST (#)
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Fuck. 2ND then.
Submitted by ih8u2man (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:20:55 EST (#)
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Allow me to be the 1st.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-12-15 14:20:50 EST (#)
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Fuck, your title reminded me that I forgot to do a FF series today.