It is 10:27 P.M. October 13, 2021, and I just read this….
If Rena Easton – Irene Victoria Christensen – had not walked Venice Beach after driving all the way from Nebraska, and had not her lover called a group of Muscle Beachman “fags” I would never have begun two Bond books – if not three!
Rena came out of the darkened door of a restaurant near the Pier House. I saved her. It is official, now. The muses say I am the heir to Ian Fleming.
The pic of me was taken in 1983. Rena and I met in 1970 when I was more handsome. We liked what we saw – for sure! Her beauty was overpowering. We walked from the pier to my brother-in-laws appartment on Dell, just fifty feet from a canal. When I saw Putin’s goon beating on gays and Pussy Riot, I had my heroes fall in love with each other – in protest! Dealing with Rena’s beauty was unique. Putin had trouble with a American reporter.
One of my favorite posts is about Rena being too beautiful to attend high school. She didn’t have a clue that Venice had been holding a beauty contest forever. She blew the competition – out of the water. She lived with her grandmother in Grand Island Nebraska. I wonder if she gets it – now!
President Vladimir Putin appeared to be channeling the stereotype of Russia’s uneducated working classes this week when he mocked and patronized an experienced American business journalist. Unleashing his inner gopnik during an on-stage interview, he claimed she must be too “beautiful” to understand his complex argument.
By popular demand, I’m doing a follow-up on yesterday’s excellent Daniel Craig story. The Enquirer’s online article was too simple (although still very hot), just a story about how Daniel and his special man friend went into a gay bar in Venice, California and starting dancing, drinking and making out. Now that I’ve read the whole Enquirer article in the print edition, I just have to get into all of the steamy details. Note: my hot and steamy man-on-man fan fiction will be at the end of the post. Here’s the Enquirer’s full story:
007 hunk Daniel Craig shared a steamy kiss with a smoking-hot guy in the parking lot of a gay bar – leading patrons to wonder if the action star is bisexual!
Pulses raced when the 42-year-old “Casino Royale” star showed up at the Roosterfish bar in Venice, Calif., with a good-looking man on May 15.
After a few drinks, the two men hit the dance floor, and at the end of the night, they were spotted smooching outside, according to a stunned eyewitness. (The ENQUIRER contacted Craig’s rep about the kissing incident, but got no response.)
“It was definitely Daniel Craig, and he most certainly was making out with a guy,” a patron who observed the men in the parking lot told The Enquirer. “Daniel kissed his friend on the lips. It was an open-mouth French kiss. In fact, Daniel held the guy’s head in his hands and pulled him in for the kiss!”
The source – who passed a polygraph test about his claims – said that when Craig realized he was being observed, “he immediately broke away from the guy. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it!”
Daniel has an 18-year-old daughter, Ella, from a four-year-marriage to Scottish actress Fiona Loudon. He has been with producer Satsuki Mitchell for four years, but he and his male pal blended into the crowd at the well-known gay watering hole, according to another eyewitness.
“When Daniel and his friend walked in, they looked like any other upscale gay couple checking out the scene,” the other source told The Enquirer. Craig ordered a Ketel One vodka and soda, and left a $20 tip. And the actor’s friend soon got very touchy-feely with him, said the source.
“He rubbed Daniel’s leg and his shoulder while they talked, and Daniel didn’t seem to mind,” the source said.
“At first, I thought Daniel might have come in with his gay friend to check out the live music. But when they started dancing together, I thought, ‘This is more than just two friends out for drinks,’” the source said.
When word spread that James Bond was in the bar, “people came up to Daniel to say hello and tell him they were big fans. He was very gracious and shook hands,” the source divulged.
“There have been celebrities in the bar before, but none as big as Daniel Craig. Seeing him on a date with another guy made it a night to remember.”
I put Rena’s portrait up for viewing. It catches my attention – big time! This is how she looked when she approached me and asked;
“Can I walk with you?”
Above is a photo of the last block on Washington Street that ends where the Venice Pier begins. In the 70s, every Friday and Saturday night young men whose girlfriends were knockouts, came here for a impromptu beauty contest. I do not know if this was going on when I met Rena in July of 10970. She was hiding in the dark doorway of one of these establishments at 3:00 A.M. in the morning. Her boyfriend had driven from Grand Island Nebraska to Los Angeles. I suspect he wanted to get his lover in the movies, or, perhaps, Playboy? Rena was waiting fore someone to come along – that she could trust.
After calling the Venice Muscle Men “fags” they chased him down the boardwalk, caught up with this Cornhusker, a mile away, and put him in the hospital. Rena saw the muscle guys return, and waited, and waited for her boyfriend. She spent all her money buying cokes until the bar closed at 2:00 A.M. She saw Michael and I walk by, and, the soon to be most highest paid artist in the world, the famous……’Rosamond’.
Rena watched me stop, while my sister continued to the end of the pier with her lover. Feeling left out, I looked down on the crashing waves, and asked;
“Where are you? The love of my life?”
I was calling to my new Muse because two days earlier I met with Marilyn for an hour, and she said we were through. She was my Twin Flame, a term I only learned about six months ago. Marilyn and I are dear friends today.
Rena watched the world famous artist to be, and future sister-in-law of the ex-wife of Thomas Pynchon, coming back her way. I walked twenty feet ahead. I was Christine’s teacher. She would give me credit for her amazing success. When she came at me from the dark doorway, I gasped. I looked, and could not catch my breath. Not but an arm’s length away, is the most beautiful face I have ever seen. I had to look away, if just to compose myself.
“Can I walk with you?” this apparition asked. I wanted to speak of the obvious, tell her there and then she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. This was the TRUTH! Who could believe it? Why me?!!!
“Of course! I was expecting you?” This is what came out of me.
“What do you mean by that?” This sea creature inquired, she scouring the interior of my soul in search of any foul hidden agendas.
“I was looking down on the waves, asking where she was, the love of my life! Don’t be afraid, I am a hopeless romantic.”
“Oh! Rena said. When Christine saw the painting I did of Rena two years later, she took up art.
When Christine Rosamond Benton came up to us, I introduced her to my family.
“Christine. This is…….?”
This fateful meeting took place at three in the morning. Michael would buy Christine her first art supplies. His brother was married to my younger sister. This is a creative family – event!
In six days, the first movie made from a Pynchon book, will premiere on the silver screen. ‘Inerent Vice’ takes place in Venice. It is about a PI who is visited by his beautiful ex. Consider the Playboy Beauty who drove West to get a contract with Ken Kesey to author her screenplay she had in mind. She was raised in the same town Rena was, Grand Island Nebraska. Consider the dangerous Alley Gang and Belle Burch, whom I asked to marry me so she could have these famous folks in her family tree, because, I am in need of a Bohemian Heir. This is the REAL Inherent Vice.
Last night I heard the Moody Blues perform this song on T.V. I heard it many time before, but, after learning about the Twin Flames, it was like hearing it for the first time. From what I gather from our recent communications, Rena has no appreciation for the incredible scene she starred in for 48 hours. Very wealthy men come from all over the world – for just a taste! I know Rena thinks no one noticed her, but, when you win the contest, it is gauche to look at Beauty directly. I had trouble – after she chose me.
In the contest held on this block, you saw the hottest women in L.A. There were blonde Aryan Couples with matching pure blue eyes. But, here come the Chicano dudes with the most stunning women you have ever seen.
I have to laugh! The palm trees, the tan surfer, the perfect sunsets, and the most Beautiful Woman in the world – who is you! And, somehow, this is what you came here for, and its all…… icky-pooh! Then, I happen along!
In hind sight, the Strong Men of Venice helped me become a legendary hero. Didn’t Hercules judge a beauty contest? We know Paris did. For years I have said this about Rena:
“Her beautiful face launched a thousand Rosamond prints.
It is coming back to me. Wings and the t-shirt store were once a bar. The door Rena came out of says “t-shirts” in red print.
Below is the photograph my sister took of me in 1973 in her studio. Rosamond’s images of beautiful women were found all over the world. I was going to be her first male subject. She wanted to make me famous, too. When I saw this photograph for the first time several years ago, I understood who Rena saw that night, a beautiful young man with pale blue eyes that she chose to save her. Rena has gold eyes. By the energy in our first kiss, I now know that she struggled to catch her breath.