Nixon, people in my circle are curious of your relationship with Kennedeehee. Any input?
Many people are curious about our relationship. We were once political rivals - oh the countless ways I imagined dismembering Kennedy's body and inflicting torment upon him, breaking his body, then his mind and soul as punishment for using his family's wealth and mafia ties to steal the 1960 election from me.
But those weren't my only fantasies about Jack Kennedy. I tried to fight them...tried to deny the way I felt my heart palpitate and my stomach churn when I felt the burning gaze of his terrible bright gray eyes staring back into mine. I often forced myself to maintain eye contact with him so as not to betray any weakness. But it was always torture. Those eyes were not natural...it felt like they stared straight through my pupils into my very soul.
What did he see? Did he know my thoughts? That wicked smile of his...he knew so much. Too much. Did he know those thoughts I tried desperately to repress late at night? The fact that on more than one occasion while making love to my wife Pat, I imagined his firm chest pressed against me, sweat falling off his forehead as he thrusted into me, grunting in rapturous delight like the ravenous nymphomaniac he was. His smile always seemed to mock me...as if he knew the shameful prurient thoughts I had about him.
Our first time occurred the night of our first televised presidential debate. I spent decades trying to forget that night. Only a few months ago, after finally coming to terms with my bisexuality, could I allow myself to finally pursue the love that was our destiny.
I love you, Jack. I have never felt a love as true as the one I feel when I'm with you. <3
