Reality can be stranger than fiction
The last untold story in the life of Marilyn Monroe. Selected excerpts from André de Dienes's memoirs
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And in that hotel, too, there was only one room left available-a room with one double bed and a bathroom at the end of a long corridor. I came out to inform Norma Jeane that we had to stay there! It was already darkening. Norma Jeane smiled at me. She said, "Okay, let's take the room. Let's not worry anymore about anything!"
A funny thing happened there almost as soon as I registered. On the ground floor there were slot machines everywhere. I pointed at one slot machine out of the many and told Norma Jeane in a loud voice that she needed pocket money for Jergen's lotion (that she loved for her skin) and I commanded the slot machine to provide a jackpot for it. The bartender and everybody at the bar were staring at us, perhaps thinking I had gone nuts. I told Norma Jeane to stretch out the bottom of her sweater under the machine. I put the quarter in and pulled the handle, and out gushed a flood of quarters! Everybody cheered.
We had a good dinner and afterward we flipped a coin to decide who would occupy the bathroom first. It wasn't much of a bathroom, just a lousy shower and a toilet. Then we went to bed without the slightest nervousness, as if what was happening was the most natural thing in the world. It was a strange contrast to all the days of amorous emotions I had to fight, and the frustration I went through every night. Finally, we spent the night together, in the same bed! When the lovemaking was over with, Norma Jeane cried in my arms. She was happy, satisfied. And I was holding her, and she was holding me as if I were her child.
You might say, "André, let's hear what it was really like to make love with the future Marilyn Monroe!" But to respect Marilyn's memory, I prefer not to discuss sex. She was a divine, lovely young woman. And said she was never as happy before! She was crying. It was a fantastic, almost supernatural feeling when I fell asleep in bed with Norma Jeane. She was hugging me, I was kissing her tears; she said she had never had an orgasm before in her life. And I felt greatly satisfied also, having waited for at least two weeks to make love with her-more than I could possibly endure! Why didn't or couldn't I have made her pregnant? I've asked myself ever since....
Next, when we went down for lunch, it was still snowing hard, and my car was covered with snow. The wife of the owner of the hotel took us for honeymooners, and offered us the best room they had, on the first floor-a wood-paneled wonderful cozy room. We stayed in there for two days while it was still snowing relentlessly. Our short stay there was like being in paradise!
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And in that hotel, too, there was only one room left available-a room with one double bed and a bathroom at the end of a long corridor. I came out to inform Norma Jeane that we had to stay there! It was already darkening. Norma Jeane smiled at me. She said, "Okay, let's take the room. Let's not worry anymore about anything!"
A funny thing happened there almost as soon as I registered. On the ground floor there were slot machines everywhere. I pointed at one slot machine out of the many and told Norma Jeane in a loud voice that she needed pocket money for Jergen's lotion (that she loved for her skin) and I commanded the slot machine to provide a jackpot for it. The bartender and everybody at the bar were staring at us, perhaps thinking I had gone nuts. I told Norma Jeane to stretch out the bottom of her sweater under the machine. I put the quarter in and pulled the handle, and out gushed a flood of quarters! Everybody cheered.
We had a good dinner and afterward we flipped a coin to decide who would occupy the bathroom first. It wasn't much of a bathroom, just a lousy shower and a toilet. Then we went to bed without the slightest nervousness, as if what was happening was the most natural thing in the world. It was a strange contrast to all the days of amorous emotions I had to fight, and the frustration I went through every night. Finally, we spent the night together, in the same bed! When the lovemaking was over with, Norma Jeane cried in my arms. She was happy, satisfied. And I was holding her, and she was holding me as if I were her child.
You might say, "André, let's hear what it was really like to make love with the future Marilyn Monroe!" But to respect Marilyn's memory, I prefer not to discuss sex. She was a divine, lovely young woman. And said she was never as happy before! She was crying. It was a fantastic, almost supernatural feeling when I fell asleep in bed with Norma Jeane. She was hugging me, I was kissing her tears; she said she had never had an orgasm before in her life. And I felt greatly satisfied also, having waited for at least two weeks to make love with her-more than I could possibly endure! Why didn't or couldn't I have made her pregnant? I've asked myself ever since....
Next, when we went down for lunch, it was still snowing hard, and my car was covered with snow. The wife of the owner of the hotel took us for honeymooners, and offered us the best room they had, on the first floor-a wood-paneled wonderful cozy room. We stayed in there for two days while it was still snowing relentlessly. Our short stay there was like being in paradise!
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André de Dienes, Marilyn (80th Birthday Edition)
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The photos and secret memoirs of Marilyn Monroe's first photographer and lifelong friend
Photo: André de Dienes