I believed Victoria Bond and Miriam Starfish Christling had an opportunity to change the world – if they broke out of the Bond mold! I may have had an opportunity to get a book and movie contract with ‘The Royal Janitor’ (inspired by Rena and Ian Easton) however, I wanted my characters to be real champions of a real cause. So, I had them fall in love with each other and make love.
Doing the right thing is the focus of our Intelligence Communities. Finding out what is right, is the new operative. To have the Supreme Court back me up, as I have Victoria Bond off to BAD headquarters to answer to her love affair, is prophetic. After the meeting in the Lloyd’s of London, Victoria is sent to Scotland to stay at the Poker Club Lodge. Here gather a group of men who set the Moral Standard for the Western World. There is The Hume Tradition’.
I came upon a Russian folk song and had a vision of The Last Kiss. Miriam, dies – at the beginning of my Bond book. Where did this come from? I struggled with this kiss, and a year later I have our heroines become lovers in the Xerox room at work. I wrote another chapter about a Admiral Swineburne, who is gay. I considered how this affected his work. With the Supreme Court ruling, many forbidden loves will not die a lonely death for fear of being found out, and fired.
Above are two photos of my inspiration for Victoria Bond. Lara Roozemond is not a lesbian as far as I know. She appears as one in a video. Belle Birch got to her, and thus she thinks I am mad. But, she is part of real history. The legacy of Ian Fleming has kept up with the changes in our modern time.
To discover the Founder of the WAVES was a Lesbian, is a profound journey into the unknown. Our Muse is a intrepid explorer.
I must criticize the Dutch who I find very stingy for some reason. They seem to be holding back, playing their cards close to their vest. You get a peek now and then, but, it is not a professional American Size Peek. I believe the Dutch think very highly of themselves, and thus they only have to offer the rest of the world a 2% percent exposure. I chose Lara when I googled models. She has a facebook, but only posts once a year. Her observations are very obscure. She is irate that I expose this, model, actress, and poet – to the world! She is perfect for the role of Victoria Bond.
Then this week, Roberts sided with Associate Justice Neil Gorsuch and the liberals in ruling that a federal law banning sex discrimination in the workplace applies to sexual orientation and gender identity. That was followed by Thursday’s opinion, which he wrote, saving Obama’s Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program for undocumented immigrants brought to the United States as children.
John Roberts, the chief justice of the United States, was in the majority in both cases, along with all four of the court’s liberal justices. In delivering the one-two punch to the president and his base, Roberts served notice that he can be either side’s punching bag.
In 2010, he voted with conservatives in Citizens United v. FEC to allow unlimited independent spending by corporations in elections. Liberals are still seething.
Gildersleeve was an early advocate of paid leaves of absence for female faculty members. In 1931 she raised the matter with Columbia President Butler, who “looked a little startled.” But, Butler agreed, saying “We should have women teachers with fuller lives and richer experience, not so many dried-up old maids” Gildersleeve recorded this remark in her memoir without comment. She persuaded the Barnard Board of Trustees to enact a maternity policy that provided one term off at full pay or a year off at half pay for all new faculty mothers. In the first year three women took advantage of this new policy. 
In 1915, in a speech to the Columbia Chapter of Phi Beta Kappa she challenged the commonly held belief that the education of women was a detriment to society, arguing that improved public health and the declining infant mortality made it unnecessary to breed as many children as once had been the case. In the modern world women could have the same ambitions as men.
Rosalind Rosenberg, Gildersleeve’s biographer, has argued that “Through her work Gildersleeve and other pioneers like her provided the essential conditions necessary to winning for women full equality with men in American society and throughout the world. … In broadening women’s scholarly horizons, Gildersleeve laid the groundwork for some of the most innovative scholarship of the twentieth century. And in helping to draft the charter of the UN, Gildersleeve assured that the issues to which she had devoted her career on Morningside Heights would be addressed throughout the world in the decades that followed. By insisting that women have the right to every educational opportunity open to men, and by fighting her whole life to secure that opportunity, she helped establish the bedrock on which feminists have been building ever since.” 
In her 1954 memoir, Gildersleeve protested the “particularly cruel and unwholesome discrimination against unmarried women,” like herself, who chose to spend their lives living with other women. She attributed this trend to “the less responsible psychologists and psychiatrists of the day,” who voiced “disrespect for spinsters in the teaching profession as ‘inhibited’ and ‘frustrated.'” Gildersleeve never identified herself as a lesbian, preferring instead the adjective “celibate.” For several decades she lived with companion Professor Caroline Spurgeon. Later she lived with Barnard English Professor Elizabeth Reynard and they are buried together at Saint Matthew’s Episcopal Churchyard, Bedford (town), New York.
International Federation of University Women
Gildersleeve and Spurgeon met just after the First World War ended when a delegation of British educators came to the United States. Caroline Spurgeon, a highly respected Shakespeare scholar who published many books and papers about both Chaucer and Shakespeare, taught at Bedford College for Women, part of the University of London. Together they worked to establish an organization that would foster international cooperation among like-minded academic women. Gildersleeve imagined an organization built on the model of the American Association of Collegiate Alumnae and the British Federation of University Women. In 1919 they created the International Federation of University Women (IFUW), housing it in London with a second home in Paris at Reid Hall. For two decades, between World War I and World War II, Gildersleeve worked through the IFUW (www.ifuw.org) to keep alive the spirit of international understanding, even as isolationism gripped her country. They believed that the women of the world could make change by talking to and learning from each other.
I am a believers in the Nine Muses. They have never steared me wrong. I know one of them is present when my whole being and soul begin to tremble. When I penned ‘The Kiss’ I knew I had stepped on the Road of Greatness. My Angelic Music, took my hand, and showed me the future, gave unto me – The End. She gave to me The Beginning. This morning when I saw the Hallmark Kiss, I walked onto the Stage of World Events. I admire Victor Hugo’s ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame, because is a timeless tale. On to this stage, walk Jonah who has weaponized Love to rise to power in the Russian Orthodox Church. Does he have secret American backers.
If you go back far enough, you will see how it began, when God came to His garden and could not see his two creations.
“Where art thou?” the Creator said aloud.
“Here we are, Lord, behind the bush, kissing!”
All kisses…..are forbidden kisses.
“I am going to kiss you now. Victoria opened her mouth just enough to match the beautiful open mouth of Miriam. She placed her lips upon her lips, as one would put a rose upon a freshly dug grave.
She was – right here, right there. And now she is somewhere else. But, not for me. My chance, our chance, is gone -so completely. How utterly unbearable, my being. So alone, all alone. Without her. I am left on the living side of death. Here, I must make my way.
I walk alone along the road. But I will never be alone. For thou art with me my love, on that road that runs on the dark side of the moon. You will go with me, her Lord, when I am in most need of her to be by my side. For she is with you, now. She knows the way.
The Royal Janitor
Victoria was in bed reading ‘1984’ for the umpteenth time, when she there came a quiet knock on her bedroom door.
“Victoria. Are you asleep?”
“No. Come in!”
Victoria gasped when she beheld Miriam completely naked. Her gold hair flowing over her beautiful body, completed the complete package that got the full attention of Man, since the dawn of creation. Victoria stared at Miriam’s mound of Venus and the V-shape of her pubic mat. For the first time she felt like a trespasser. This is – The Area of Man! Only a Man can gaze upon this! Miriam had never been in Victoria’s bedroom, and thus she too was a trespasser – because she was compleltely nude under the covers. So many things are wrong with this picture, yet everything was never so – right!
“I thought we were going to take a break from one another?”
How many lovers have heard these words, spoken these words, for the first time, only to be made a liar. The First Breaking, is a great erotic event, for one has to untangle the tenacles ‘The Love Aura’ has you wrapped you in. One cacoon fits all! The un-weaving of the afterglow, is like a re-run, but, it is another movie altogether. What is, and what ought to be do have their time and place. Sometimes we arrive at perfection – and completion!
It was just two hours ago, that Victoria walked her dear Miriam to her tree house, they both dressed in the long night gowns they found in Victoria and Prince Albert closet. They were over a hundred years old. They grabbed an old latern that guided their way to the great oak. It was a scene out of Peter Pan, and other such Fairytales.
“Do you want me to come up and tuck you in?”
“No! I’m not ready for you to come up here. Goodnight!”
Victoria put her book down on the nightstand and watched Miriam take her first steps into her sanctuary. She was reminded of the Tiger at the London Zoo. She was, gracefully looking for something – to feed on! She went right to it.
“Oh! What is this?”
When Miriam pulled her lovers photo album off the shelf it sounded like a tomb door opening. Victoria did not answer. Gliding to the bed, she threw the beefy book on the comforter, then dove on the bed herself. At the sight of her beautiful derrier and back, Victoria was ready for another Erotic Attack.
“You know. I really don’t know you. Do you think you know me?”
Here is another great line lovers mutter after the first ‘Fiery Glow of Pure Lust’ has subsided. Everything gets pushed to the side to get your lust next to the one – you have to have. This is why many men shove one-night-stands out of their bed, and abode, because they never did want to know the latest seducee. The Big Lie lies right at the very beginning!It takes too much effort to learn anything about who you ark fucking, and, it leads to other things. What things? Well, more fucking, but, not with the same person if you play your cards right.
“I was lying in my tree, and was almost asleep, when my eyes were wide open! You are good at keeping secrets, aren’t you?”
“Ah….it’s my profession.” Victoria said, and gave her lover her best coquettish smile.
“Oh, you are so cute. I could just eat you up!”
All of a sudeen, the gate to the tiger cage was open, and the tiger was lying next to Victoria sharing her lunch as they gazed into the empty tiger’s cage. This is why she loved George Orwell. His metaphors have a life of their own, that roam the landscape long after his book is done – and the movie! No telling where they will show up. For the first time Victoria felt like The Man, with his……..? Without the play of the elusive erection, there was no easy set goal – and completion! Do Lesbian wrestle with this dilemma, this, complaint?
All of a sudden, Victoria saw Miriam as Alice in Wonderand. Best let her do all the wondering and wandering about – lest they both get exhausted. Turning many pages, Miriam got extremely excited.
“I want this horse! Is this your horse?”
“Why do you want a horse?”
“So I can ride it to town, naked, and proclaim our love!”
“Of course. Why did I ask? It was my horse. They sold it when I lost interest in riding it. I wanted to be a champion Dresser, but, I didn’t have – it.”
On hearig this, Miriam slowy closed the album, and like a python slithered across the silk bedspread, pulled back the covers, and lay the entire length of her body atop Victoria, who tingled all over as she felt Miriam’s hair entwine with her hair. Venus took her glowing face in her hands, looked deeply into her lovers eyes, and said;
“You have – it – now! I want to sleep with you…..like this. I want to fall asleep on top of you, like this. I want to close my eyes, next to your eyes…………like this!”
And, just like that, Miriam fell into a deep sleep. Victoria listend to her shallow breathing. There came the cutest snoring then……..from her deep dream……..
“Buy me that horse!”
For half an hour Victoria let her tears roll down from the corner of her eyes. There was a rivlet of tears that ran past her ears to the lakes that formed at her neck. Only now did she realize how utterly alone she was after she lost her mother, like Miriam had lost hers.
Miriam was getting heavy. She had big Nordic bones. The Vikings made inroads into Russia. I wonder if she is kin to Harold Handradi, the Viking genius. Victoria rolled Victoria’s dead weight off her as gently as she could. Like a mother, she cradled the back of her head so there would be no neck injury. She lay the head of Venus on her satin pillow. and, Victoria’s mouth came open………..just so…….as if she wanted to be kissed, in her dream. But, that was apart of their agreement. They would never kiss. They would save their kiss for their husbands.
Victoria began to follow Miriam into a very deed sleep, but as usual she loaded up a profound question that was raised when her then, bodyguard, told her about the course her mother and father taught at the University of Oregon. They had rescued old Russian Fairytales from Russia and the Eastern Bloc, that were being discarded, used as fuel for stoves. They then compared them to Western Fairytales, and Russian tales brought over by immigrants. They said they were doing what should have been done in Queen Victoria’s time, and, when WW2 was over. But, Stalin purged these tales. Why? Why have I am Miriam been brought together in Queen Victoria’s house?
Victoria did not know it then. but she had asked the question that would soon save their lives. In her dream, she heard a very sad song, and it went on, and on, and on! When she went to turn out the light, she noted a tear forming at the corner of Miriam’s eyes. She bent over, and kissed it away. This was a tear shed – in the future!
Venus is the goddess of love. In the beginning she opened the future up to all lovers. But, there was a reason why the Doors of Love had to be closed……..one by one! Miriam and Victoria cried, often because they felt a closure coming. Some things – are forbidden. Their collective tears kept the truth at bay.
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