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What Marilyn said on the secret tapes

About the tapes About the tapes Get a tape recorder. Put a tape in. Turn it on. Say whatever you are thinking, like I am doing now. It's really easy.

About the tapes About the tapes Get a tape recorder. Put a tape in. Turn it on. Say whatever you are thinking, like I am doing now. It's really easy.

I'm lying on my bed wearing only a brassiere. If I want to go to the refrig or the bathroom, push the stop button and begin again when I want to. And I just free associate. No problem.

You are the only person who will ever know the most private, the most secret thought of Marilyn Monroe. I have absolute confidence and trust you will never reveal to a living soul what I say to you.

On orgasms What I told you is true when I first became your patient: I had never had an orgasm.

I well remember you said an orgasm happens in the mind, not the genitals.

You said there was an obstacle in my mind that prevented me from having an orgasm; that it was something that happened early in my life about which I felt so guilty that I did not deserve to have the greatest pleasure there is; that it had to do with something sexual that was very wrong, but my getting pleasure from it caused my guilt. That it was buried in my unconscious. Through analysis we would bring it to my conscious mind where we could get to the guilt and free me tobe orgasmic.

Well, we sure worked it and got nowhere. I'd go home and cry and vomit from the frustration. Then you said for the orgasm problem we'll try a different approach. That you would tell me how to stimulate myself, that when I did exactly what you told me to do I would have an orgasm and that after I did it to myself and felt what it was, I would have orgasms with lovers.

What a difference a word makes. You said I would, not I could. Bless you, doctor. What you say is gospel to me.

By now I've had lots of orgasms. Not only one, but two and three with a man who takes his time. I never cried so hard as I did after my first orgasm. It was because of the years I had . . . never had an orgasm. What wasted years. How can I describe to you, a man, what an orgasm feels like to a woman? I'll try.

Think of a light fixture with a rheostat control. As you slowly turn it on, the bulb begins to get bright, then brighter and brighter and finally in a blinding flash is fully lit. As you turn it off it gradually becomes dimmer and at last goes out.

On Clark Gable I have a dream for you. I dreamt that I was sitting on Clark Gable's lap, with his arms around me. He said: "They want me to do a Gone With the Wind sequel. Maybe I will if you will be my Scarlett".

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I woke up crying. He was so nice to me and I didn't deserve it. I was having problems with Arthur and being sick and I held up the shooting a lot. Clark protected me from Huston, who kept giving me a bad time.

In the kissing scenes, I kissed him with real affection. I didn't want to go to bed with him, but I wanted him to know how much I liked and appreciated him.

He told me he had been a hunter for a long time, but he had decided not to kill animals. He said if he had children, he would teach them to hunt with a camera instead of a gun.

When I came back from a day off the set, he patted my ass and told me if I didn't behave myself, he would give me a good spanking. I looked him in the eye and said: "Don't tempt me".

He burst out laughing so hard he was tearing.

Because of his performance I've seen Gone With the Wind over and over again. He was perfect. All right, that was a long time ago. I must have been about 13. I have never seen a man who was as romantic as he was inthat picture.

It was different when I got to know him. Then I wanted him to be my father. I wouldn't care if he spanked me as long as he made up for it by hugging me and telling me I was daddy's little girl and he loved me. Of coursethat's fantasy.

Orgasms again Speaking of Oscars, I would win overwhelmingly if the Academy gave an Oscar for faking orgasms. I have done some of my best acting convincing my partners I was in the throes of ecstasy.

On Joan Crawford Oh yes, Crawford . . . We went to Joan's bedroom . . . Crawford had a gigantic orgasm and shrieked like a maniac. Credit Natasha. She could teach more than acting. Next time I saw Crawford she wanted another round. I told her straight out I didn't much enjoy doing it with a woman.

After I turned her down, she became spiteful. An English poet best describes it: Heaven hath no rage like love to hatred turned; and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Most people wrongly credit that to Shakespeare. William Congreve is the author.

That's me, Marilyn Monroe, the

classical scholar.

About enemas But Doctor, I don't understand this big taboo about enemas. Most of the actresses I know use them, even some who won't admit it. Mae West told me she is given an enema every day and she has at least one orgasm a day . . . Mae says her enemas and orgasms will keep her young until she is 100. I hope she makes it. A nice lady even though she turned down making a picture with me. That just shows how smart she is.

Peter Lawford . . . says the Queen and noblewomen of the court of Louis XIV were given frequent enemas by special servants called apothecaries. The purpose was to give them peaches and cream complexions . . . Something about intestinal toxins getting into the blood. So there you are. Those ladies were doing the intelligent thing. Yes, I enjoy enemas, so what!

On Sinatra He is a man at the top of his profession and is a fine actor as well. You know, he got an Oscar for From Here to Eternity . He has helped more people anonymously than anybody else. And the miserable . . . press smears him with lies about his being involved with the Mafia and gangsters. And Frank just takes it. What a wonderful friend he is to me. I love Frank and he loves me. It is not the marrying kind of love. It is better because marriage can't destroy it.

How well I know. Marriage destroyed my relationship with two wonderful men.

On Joe DiMaggio and Arthur Miller Joe D loves Marilyn Monroe and always will. I love him and always will. But Joe couldn't stay married to Marilyn Monroe, the famous movie star. Joe has an image in his stubborn Italian head of a traditional Italian wife. She would have to be faithful, do what he tells her, devote all of herself to him. Doctor, you know that's not me.

There is no way I could stop being Marilyn Monroe and become someone else to save our marriage. It didn't take too long before we both realised that and ended our marriage. But we didn't end our love for each other. Any time I need him, Joe is there. I couldn't have a better friend.

It's different with Arthur. Marrying him was my mistake, not his. He couldn't give me the attention, warmth and affection I need. It's not in his nature. Arthur never credited me with much intelligence. He couldn't share his intellectual life with me. As bed partners we were so-so. He was not that much interested. You know I think his little Jewish father had more genuine affection for me than Arthur did.

I loved the little Jew and his quaint Jewishness. But the Jewish religion never got to me . . . Maybe he is a fine creative writer. I suppose so.

On growing old I stood naked in front of my full-length mirrors for a long time yesterday. I was all made up with my hair done. What did I see. My breasts are beginning to sag a bit . . . My waist isn't bad. My ass is what it should be, the best there is. Legs, knees and ankles still shapely. And my feet are not too big. OK, Marilyn, you have it all there. It is decision time.

On Shakespeare I've read all of Shakespeare and practised a lot of lines. I won't have to worry about the scripts. I'll have the greatest scriptwriter who ever lived working for me and I don't have to pay him.

Oh, Monroe will have her hand in. I am going to do Juliet first. Don't laugh. What with make-up, costume and camera can do, my acting will create a Juliet who is 14, an innocent virgin, but whose budding womanhood is fantastically sexy. I've some wonderful ideas for Lady Macbeth and Queen Gertrude.

I feel certain I'll win an Oscar for one or more of my Shakespearean women.

On the Kennedys Marilyn Monroe is a soldier. Her commander in chief is the greatest and most powerful man in the world. The first duty of a soldier is to obey her commander in chief. He says "do this". You do this. He says "do that". Youdo that.

This man is going to change our country. No child will go hungry. No person will sleep in the street and get his meals from garbage cans. People who can't afford it will get good medical care. Industrial products will be the best in the world. No, I'm not talking Utopia - that's an

illusion, but he will transform America today like FDR did in

the Thirties.

You don't think you're hearing me do you. You're right. And he'll do for the world what he'll do for America - transform it for the better. I tell you, doctor, when he has finished his achievements he will take his place with Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln and FDR as one of our greatest presidents.

I'm glad he has Bobby. It's like the Navy. The president is the captain and Bobby is his executive officer. Bobby would do absolutely anything for his brother. And so would I. I'll neverembarrass him.

As long as I have memory I have John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

But Bobby, doctor, what should I do about Bobby? As you see there is no room in my life for him. I guess I don't have the courage to face up to it and hurt him. I want someone else to tell him it's over. I tried to get the president to do it, but I couldn't reach him. Now I'm glad I couldn't. He is too important to ask. You know when I sang Happy Birthday for him . . . Maybe I should stop being a coward and tell him myself. But because I know how much he'll be hurt I don't have the strength to hurt him.

I think what's happened to Bobby is that he has stopped having good sex with his wife for some time . . . Well, when he starts having sex with the body all men want, his Catholic morality has to find a way to justify cheating on his wife. So love becomes his excuse. And if you love enough, you can't help it and you can't be blamed. All right, doctor, that's Marilyn Monroe's analysis of Bobby's love for me.


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