Tonight I met a boy who wants to be my slave. He calls me goddess. Kathy, I dont think you can understand these things. You are so simple and I so jaded- not really worldly, lets say.
You will be surprised to know that Jane Fondas husband, Roger Vadim, who was married to Brigitte Bardot, is in love with me. I was out with him last night. He told me he loved me so much he would fight a war for me. I gave him a silver ring with turquoise. He kisses me and holds me in public because he is truly innocent and cares not what people think. I always feel I have to protect him. We have not been to bed together.
Last night was the last night of my two-week play and at the end I changed it around. I played a woman who invited her ex-family over for a reunion. It was called The Reunion. Her family did not like her because she is mad. I felt the play lacked sufficient drama and did not allow me to show everyone what I am capable of doing, so because it was the last night and because Vadim was there I changed the ending. I went into a long monologue, laughing, screaming, and crying. When the writer (who is also the director and works the lights) saw this, he turned out the lights but I kept on, even on a black stage! Actually, it wasnt even a stage; it was the back room of a bar on East 3rd Street called The Old Reliable. After the show, everyone was coming over to meet Vadim. I didnt know how to act, because when average people meet someone who is famous they think they can turn over their problems. Even the owner of the bar was telling Vadim of his problems- how hed like to have a bigger place, etc. But Vadim has this quality of being like a savior, and I know I have a look of refinement and nobility which is sometimes thought of as being angelic and ethereal. Perhaps people think my touch will heal them. Why must I be deified? It is such a burden.
I dont know what else to say, I better end this letter. Be sure never to throw my letters away but put them in a safe place as someday they are sure to be worth money, and it will be your good fortune to be prudent now. Besides, I may wish to look them over myself someday when I write my memoirs. When will your telephone work? Would you like me to visit sometime? I would love to come with my manager, Sandy, or a boyfriend. Yes, in spite of all the places Ive been Im still not able to take care of myself. Write to me soon; Im sorry for the delay.
Love
Candy
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Dear Kathy,
Please tell me why you havent written by now. I mailed you a letter some time ago and it is not like you not to write. Didnt you get my letter? I would be absolutely sick over it, so dont lie. I wrote all about my affair with Roger Vadim, Jane Fondas husband. I will die if you didnt get that letter. I was in Vogue March 1st and March 16th.
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You will be surprised to know that Jane Fondas husband, Roger Vadim, who was married to Brigitte Bardot, is in love with me. I was out with him last night. He told me he loved me so much he would fight a war for me. I gave him a silver ring with turquoise. He kisses me and holds me in public because he is truly innocent and cares not what people think. I always feel I have to protect him. We have not been to bed together.
Last night was the last night of my two-week play and at the end I changed it around. I played a woman who invited her ex-family over for a reunion. It was called The Reunion. Her family did not like her because she is mad. I felt the play lacked sufficient drama and did not allow me to show everyone what I am capable of doing, so because it was the last night and because Vadim was there I changed the ending. I went into a long monologue, laughing, screaming, and crying. When the writer (who is also the director and works the lights) saw this, he turned out the lights but I kept on, even on a black stage! Actually, it wasnt even a stage; it was the back room of a bar on East 3rd Street called The Old Reliable. After the show, everyone was coming over to meet Vadim. I didnt know how to act, because when average people meet someone who is famous they think they can turn over their problems. Even the owner of the bar was telling Vadim of his problems- how hed like to have a bigger place, etc. But Vadim has this quality of being like a savior, and I know I have a look of refinement and nobility which is sometimes thought of as being angelic and ethereal. Perhaps people think my touch will heal them. Why must I be deified? It is such a burden.
I dont know what else to say, I better end this letter. Be sure never to throw my letters away but put them in a safe place as someday they are sure to be worth money, and it will be your good fortune to be prudent now. Besides, I may wish to look them over myself someday when I write my memoirs. When will your telephone work? Would you like me to visit sometime? I would love to come with my manager, Sandy, or a boyfriend. Yes, in spite of all the places Ive been Im still not able to take care of myself. Write to me soon; Im sorry for the delay.
Love
Candy
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Dear Kathy,
Please tell me why you havent written by now. I mailed you a letter some time ago and it is not like you not to write. Didnt you get my letter? I would be absolutely sick over it, so dont lie. I wrote all about my affair with Roger Vadim, Jane Fondas husband. I will die if you didnt get that letter. I was in Vogue March 1st and March 16th.
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so how is everything going with you sweetie? is like treating you ok?