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COLUMN NINETY, MAY 1, 2003
(Copyright © 2003 The Blacklisted Journalist)

PART THREE OF MY MEMOIRS:
SADIE THE PSYCHIC


(Drawing by Ed Galing)

WARNING!  FOR ADULTS ONLY!  PERSONS NOT YET 18 YEARS OF AGE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO READ THIS STORY.

AUTHORS NOTE

[SADIE HATHAWAY AND I HAVE HAD A LONG RELATIONSHIP.  I AM.HAPPY THAT SHE CHOSE ME TO WRITE HER MEMOIRS FOR HER...            I HAVE ALWAYS LIKED SADIE'S SASSINESS AND SPUNK AND, BESIDES, SHE IS A SEXY LADY, EVEN THOUGH SHE IS NOW SIXTY YEARS OLD. (I AM PUSHING 85) AND SADIE DOES NOT MINCE HER WORDS, AS YOU CAN SEE WHEN YOU READ HER MEMOIRS---WHICH SHE DICTATED TO ME OVER A FEW WEEKS.  I HAVE LEFT HER WORDS UNTOUCHED---EVEN THE BAWDY ONES. FOR I DON’T REALLY WANT TO DISTURB HER PERSONALITY.  BENEATH IT ALL, YOU WILL FIND SADIE A SYMPATHETIC AND HONEST LADY WHO JUST HAPPENS TO BE A PSYCHIC (SO SHE SAYS) AND WHO WAS FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO MEET SOME REAL HOLLYWOOD PERSONALITIES OF HER TIME.. THERE ISNT A BAD BONE IN HER BODY.  LONG LIVE SADIE! ---ED GALING, POET LAUREATE OF HATBORO, PENNSYLVANIA]

it wasn't until i met the actor basil rathbone that i fell in love for the first time ... he happened to be making some movie on the set where i was the spiritual advisor, and one day i just happened to bump into him...i was twenty years old when i met basil ... he was very tall, thin, with a long nose, and imposing appearance, and had an english way of talking, got to me right away... i guess he reminded me of my own father.. maybe that is why i got the hots for him .... by this time i had done everything a young girl does, except give away my maidenhood, and to tell the truth i was wondering when it would happen... until i met basil... basil was about my own age, and when i met him he was dressed in a tuxedo, making some kind of picture that had to do with england, and those days when people wore swords, and went around rattling their sabers in all kinds of duels...

basil was a very popular actor then, when i met him on the set. first time i met him, he looked down at me from his six-foot-two height to my five-foot-six-inch height, looked into my eyes, held my hand, and murmured, sadie hathaway, i have heard so much about you...may i kiss your hand...

and then without further ado, like they say, he grabs my hand and plants a kiss on it that gave me shivers down my spine..

then he says again, softly, i have heard so much about you and your psychic ability for the stars ... sam goldwyn told me about you...

forget that crap, i said back with a smile, that bastard didnt lay a hand on me. then i told basil what had happened and basil rathbone laughed and said, you did right, sadie... the old bastard thinks because he is head of a studio he can go around fucking all the girls he wants...

my, my, i said, you sure know the way to a girls heart, and then he laughs again, and says sadie, i like you... i would be lying if i said i didnt.. you have a great sense of humor.. right now i am in the middle of the picture about the count of monte cristo ... perhaps after the movie is made, may i call on you...

of course you may, i reply, my little heart jumpin, and my juices startin to run, give me a call anytime...

yeah, he smiles, and just like mae west, i say... eh, come up and see me sometime...

somethin like that, i reply with a smile.. in fact, me and mae west get along good, i tell him, she just had a readin with me last week, and told me all about her love life.. her fortune says she is gonna be the biggest sex symbol in town...

she hasn't seen you in action, basil laughs, i think you are the best. .anyway, my dear, we shall meet again...

that's the way it happened...after the movie was over basil rathbone and i became the best of friends.

and then one night it happened, and both of us wound up in bed together. and no matter what you


Basil Rathbone
had the honor
of taking Sadie's maidenhead


think of old sadie these days, now that i am an old woman, don't think old sadie didnt make music that night...

basil was a great lover.. naked he was formed just right... i remember he took me in his arms... caressed me... stroked my naked body all over, and landed a few kisses where it deserved to be kissed...

he kept murmurring, oh, my dear sadie, you are delicious. you are so good.. like a ripe fruit... and a virgin to boot...

how did you know, i murmured, yes. i am a virgin.. basil, you have the honor of taking my maidenhead..

i hope i did not hurt you, he kept saying softly, and i replied, no, no, hurt me some more, please hurt me...

after a while it just turned into a wrestling match.. arms, legs,  kisses... all that stuff, y’know... and basil and i had a most romantic night together..

and i knew it was gonna happen, because my crystal ball had already told me that....

basil and i remained lovers for quite a few months, and even today i still have fond memories of him...

there was another lover that i had then, by the name of conrad nagel... conrad and i met when i was a bit older, after basil... when he consulted me about a romance that had gone sour in his life..and i gave him a reading at my home..sitting before the crystal ball, across from me, i could see that conrad nagel had indeed a broken heart.. but while holding his hand across the table, conrad and i felt that spark..that fire of youth...and once again, little ole sadie found herself in bed with conrad... conrad loved me a lot, but he had a habit of biting..he loved to bite my body all over..and he loved my breasts..my tits..and tried to chew them... that's when i punched him in the mouth, and we broke up... nobody does that to sadie..sorry...

well, seems like my lovers were all englishmen, then.. maybe, like my crystal ball says, my father was trying to keep it all in the family .... daddy, stop interfering in my love life...but there is still more... sadie  ##

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