Ta Da!

Thank-you to an intrepid reader for sharing these two fascinating Valentino snippets. They sent these to me with the question, "So, is this proof there were Valentino collectors in 1932?" Ha. Maybe it was just a spectacular little box.  

I am proud to say that since I met Renato, 💖 I have been the recipient of many rings in those exquisite boxes. (See below) I can understand Justice Kemp's fascination. And I have zero doubt that the ring Valentino bought for Natacha came in a box worthy of the moment. 

Brownsville Herald - February 24, 1932

Indianapolis Times - February 24, 1932

One of my little boxes (below) from Renato... this one was a shiny silver heart with white velvet lining.

Ta-Da....! Inside my ring of gold and pearls. 

#magichappensandyoubetterbelieveit

That Fateful Day

So this image would be (below) the house where Natacha Rambova lived when Theodore Kosloff shot her. This was one stop on the Valentino tour of Los Angeles which Michael Morris kindly gave to me one day sometime in 2008 or so. Imagine Natacha sitting on that porch with her bags packed ready to make her escape from the abusive Theodore, only to see him pull up with a shotgun in hand. Hence, the rest of that story.

I apologize for the glaring trash bin there but who knows maybe that is Tracy Terhune's "trash bin of Valentino history".

Michael and I had a memorable day and it was truly fun and eventful. I was amused that this impeccable man's car had apparently never been washed. We ate lunch at the Formosa just a tiny stone's throw from where George Ullman had his office.

Here on said porch, sat Natacha that fateful day...

The Raspberry Lipstick

How proud I was to discover Natacha Rambova did have her own make-up line. I am still not sure whether it was a line produced as a prototype by Richard Hudnut or if it went into actual production. While I was completing Michael Morris' Addendum to Madam Valentino and communicating with the woman in Mallorca who was Natacha and her then husband Alvaro's god daughter... she sent me a series of images of a lipstick with the name Natacha Rambova on it and clearly as a brand.

The image below is one of these photos I recieved from Mallorca and the lipstick is photographed on one of Rambova's turbans. The raspberry lipstick on the yellow turban is one of my most valued discoveries. Perhaps there is more to discover about her make-up line but the other images of the lipstick and the story of the recovery are included in Beyond Valentino. 

#Life is magic and you better believe it. 

Rudolph Valentino's Puppies

Rudolph Valentino's Women

Baltazar Cué elaborated on Rudolph Valentino's women in The True Rudolph Valentino on p. 102 - 

"Rudolph was again fully living the bachelor life and the public often witnessed the accompaniment of a lady actress he might be dating. But the women who would truly gain his attention were, of course, the ones the public did not see. There was one woman one day and another the next, countless women who disputed the honor of being intimate with him. Whether in Hollywood or in the surrounding area; in his house or in the ladies homes or his friend's homes, in hotel rooms, in cabarets, in his yacht of such sad history; here these affairs took place to fill him with joy...."

Here... a few of the women the public did know about... can you name these notables? 

Where Are Those Records Today?

Why were Rudolph Valentino's probate court records stolen from their rightful housing in the Los Angeles County Courthouse? Because they vindicated this man, Valentino's manager, S. George Ullman. Where are those records now? Who knows. Last I heard from Donna Hill and Bill Self, they were returned to the Valentino family in exchange for one of Valentino's shirts.

But collectors move things around behind their closed doors so they could be anywhere. In Tracy Terhune's infamous "trash can of Valentino's history" for that matter. I am grateful I found enough of that stolen file to vindicate the man but those still marching to the drums of war which were sounded long ago by Alberto Valentino continue their lost cause to impugn Mr. Ullman.

Alberto had a lot to lose if the truth came out and he spent his lifetime lying mercilessly about how he did not receive a penny from Rudolph's estate when that is utterly false. The records and his own testimony prove he received hundreds of thousands of dollars by today's currency exchange rates. And what about all those Valentino shirts.

Incredibly as I have oft mentioned, while I was studying those records I did recover, some 1000 pages... I was being accused of forging them by Tracy Terhune and his merry minions Cindy Martin and Co. when in fact they knew they existed and Terhune admitted to having known three collectors who had them.

S. George Ullman was exonerated on his appeal and the judge praised his performance as Valentino's executor. All else is sad innuendo and meager scraps thrown desperately together to build a case which has been so thoroughly dismantled... George Ullman was an honest man. But where are those records today? Why are they still be hidden? And why hide if there is nothing to hide? 

Rudolph Valentino & The Kit Kat Bars

Throughout the eleven solid years Edel Man David Bret has been torturing me online... from his endless sexually depraved posts about my father, from his calling me a homophobe, a coke head, a fat lezzy, etc. to his endless encouragement for me to kill myself, be killed, be poisoned, run over by a truck, murdered, etc. there has been one common theme with which he has done his best to program his terror in my mind... this would be the image of the Kit Kat bar.

It all began when he wrote a poem about me in which he wrote some really invasive sexual scenarios and one involved a crass joke about the, “ fingers of a Kit Kat bar”.

Then... I stupidly responded by saying publicly that this Kit Kat poem was the worst thing Bret had slapped at me to date. From that day forward he began to post images of Kit Kat bars with almost every post.

I will admit the sight of that candy bar over the years triggered me but now perhaps its time to serve up some sweet sweet karma.

The Kit Kat bar is now the symbol of my strength and a monument to my surviving Edel Man David Bret, Joey Jenkinson, Mrs. Trellis, Albert Morris, Alberto Morris, Derek Alexander & Co.

When I see the image of a Kit Kat bar now, I feel invincible because the sight of that candy bar he so used to make me suffer... is now a glorious icon of his abuse and my very survival...

I hope you all can appreciate the irony in that sick poem Edel Man Bret wrote to make me miserable lo those many years ago... because today when I post the image of the candy bar Kit Kat, it means victory and survival.... when he posts it... it is cruel beyond measure and a sign of just who he is. For me it represents my mental survival and health and for that I take life's standing ovation... for him to post it will just prove me right.

Victory Rising. 

Guerilla Book

Rudolph Valentino activism. The minute I wrote that in my previous post, I had to pause and think. The story that became my to obey. Incredibly came down to the following:

That S. George Ullman was an honest man, a beloved Dad, a loved husband and a genius pioneer in celebrity management.

Frank Mennillo was a silent benefactor and sponsor of Rudolph Valentino whose presence was expunged for racist reasons.

Natacha Rambova was tarred and feathered and run out of Hollywood because she was Valentino's talented and head strong wife.

I add that George Ullman, Frank Mennillo et al were not Presbyterian ministers, not saints and how would they be... if they were they could scarcely have even related to Rudolph Valentino.

I could go on and on with the elements of one Rudolph Valentino's story which I addressed and which would send me out onto the battlefield to face some daunting foes.

But my enemy would mobilize basically over one discovery I made... Rudolph Valentino was not gay. In fact he was everything he portrayed on screen as far as loving women to the point where I wonder if he was acting in those love scenes at all. What a mind-boggling hoax was perpetuated exploiting some political correctness in that one...

Rudolph Valentino activism for me came to its full realization when I came under attack. My god the leader of the “campaign to ruin me” was the emcee of the Valentino memorial service. Good lord. How is that possible?

And the tenet that Valentino was gay became the fiercest line in the sand ever drawn. I crossed it with a certain armor of research discovery but still I ran into a tidy gang of ruthless sadists who could give a single shit.

Rudolph Valentino deserves better than their ruthless sadism, their lies, their censorship and their utter evil.

For the Record and "A Futura Memoria"

For the record and in regards to my previous post:

It was some time around 2013, when Edel Man David Bret discovered I wrote a book, Buddha's Tooth & Morphine... with my friend Wayne about his journey to Sri Lanka to find a cure for his prescription addiction. His prescription addiction came about as a terrible result of his being gay bashed and left for dead. His head injury made his life complicated to say the least. His story was riveting, unique and I felt important. 

Bret spent the subsequent years writing and publishing a "spoof" about Wayne's book. Those spoofs (where he calls me Nancy) were a part of the verdict we won against Bret and in presenting the verdict to Bret's then publisher Lulu... they not only removed the spoofs from publication but closed his account. We have a copy of the spoof he wrote about Wayne and it is disgusting and homophobic in that he perpetuates endless gay stereotypes. And he used gay hate terms which in itself is shocking as Bret fancies himself some champion of gay rights. 

I cite below a few small excerpts from his campaign to impugn the book and Wayne in the most cruel manner. These are cited under Fair Use guidelines to demonstrate and prove my argument. They are taken from the public record body of evidence we submitted in the defamation lawsuit. This can be viewed here @ https://www.zumayawinslawsuit.com/ and these are public record.

Calling Wayne a "sick paedo".

Here he calls Wayne a "gay-bashed disabled paedo"

He interjects the name "Cecil" in the alias I used to write Buddha's Tooth and Morphine and uses this in his spoof about Wayne's trip to Sri Lanka.

David Bret writes about a photo of Wayne in a stationary shop.. and does so while perpetuating the gay stereotype of pedophilia.

 Bret's cover page for this disgusting and cruel mockery of Wayne. 

Bret connects his mockery of me and my work on Valentino with Wayne's story in a hateful and homophobic way. This is an excerpt from his promotion for the publication. 

I am proud we had these horrendous publications removed and banned by a court ruling. Bret expounded how I made Buddha's Tooth and Morphine up, that it was all my wild imagination. It was not and I post the following. Wayne wrote me many long and hand-written letters while he was in Sri Lanka from which we wrote the story.

Wayne....in Sri Lanka (below). I did not lie nor fabricate a word of this honorable gentleman's epic story.

Proof of Edel Man David Bret's Homophobia

I know today we are supposed to be sitting on some zen cloud nine or trying every second to be on one. Impossible for me. I grew up in a home full of fire-brands who were always up in arms over something. Civil rights, the county spraying pesticides on my Dad's land... the war in Vietnam...and the imprint of activism never ended in my childhood home.

So naturally I would embrace a cause and have many times in my life. Somehow most of my causes were stories I felt needed to be told. Stories have always found me, still do and I obeyed and obey.

When I began to write about Valentino, a story came to me and I obeyed. And in this I walked face first into trouble. Most activists run into trouble pretty quickly and as a Valentino activist I sure did.

You see... at the height of Edel Man Bret's torrent of threat and abuse targeting me for daring to say Valentino was not gay... I wrote a book with a close friend of mine and under an alias...and Bret found my friend a worthy collateral target. Something my dear friend did not deserve at all. The book we wrote is titled, “Buddha's Tooth and Morphine” by Lord Wilde. An alias I used for obvious reasons.

This book.. well let me say Edel Man David Bret killed the fastest of any other. Do you know why? Because it proves I am not homophobic. It is his worst fear anyone will know about this book (see below).

Imagine his nerve posting banners on his killing blogs crowing how he “hates homophobes” and my fury when he called himself a champion of gay rights. Because he was lying about this while he attacked my friend Wayne's story of being the victim of multi layers of gay bashing hate crimes by calling him a child molester, mocking his trip to Sri Lanka to find a cure... a mission to abuse boys. The worst kind of homosexual stereotyping.  David Bret... is in this regard...imo a champion of nothing.

Bret hates Wayne because Wayne, as a gay man wrote him a letter telling him off about his abusing me. Wayne stood up to Bret. As a gay man, Wayne really deeply hated Bret.

Wayne's story became this little book (see below), written by him and me... which has always been a huge source of fear for David Bret. Yes, I used an alias because I hoped to hide it from the Beast, Edel Man Bret. But he found it and did exactly as he does.. he launched his cruelty at Wayne for a book about gay bashing and Aids and a book which stands as a monument to Wayne's suffering and ultimately his end.

Consequently, this book also stands as a monument to David Bret's homophobia.

I imagine Edel Man Bret is thrilled to get a mention from me today. But maybe he deserves it as he works so hard everyday Tweeting about my death. “Death wishing” can really be exhausting work. And calling me his stalker. News flash to him... no one has ever or will ever stalk you Edel Man Bret. Perish the thought.

I am sure a post such as this will fire him up, get him inspired to write another terrible book/pamphlet which according to him and the papers he filed with the court... will be utterly worthless. As all the rest.

And I dont hear Tracy Terhune speaking much about “Buddha's Tooth and Morphine”. And he loves to claim I am homophobic while tick-tocking our deaths...and he providing the platform for Edel Man Bret's filthy little spewings about us. So it does not take rocket science to figure this all out.

The tome they sincerely do not want you to read... by me which is available on Amazon.

Life's Goals

I guess I am still steeped in the Foxlair lore, but I absolutely love the Hudson River School...especially the art of Frederic Edwin Church. I have seen some of his enormous and highly detailed paintings in person and can say it is a mind-blowing experience to witness his genius.

This (below) is actually a painting he did of Königssee, Bavaria and is not one of his more iconic Adirondack paintings. It is one of my life's goals to visit Church's studio on the Hudson called, “Olana”. It has been preserved as a museum.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederic_Edwin_Church

Rudolph Valentino's Exile - Foxlair!

"The Lot of Them"

Today I heard from someone who mentioned they were tired of “the lot of them”. I have to admit I was heartened hearing them refer to “them” as “the lot”.

...Yes, “the lot of them”...pushing their grossly false propositions about one Rudolph Valentino and his life story... promoting their years of publicly bullying Renato and I... lying about Affairs Valentino... all while shamelessly coordinating their efforts as if they were on some mission from God. How sinister and shady in my opinion.... the whole, “lot of them”.

It took me years to see the crystal clear picture of what is going on with the “lot of them” and who this “lot” is. But survival required me to do so and many more people are getting the picture too.

If you wonder what I am writing about, please refer to my previous posts on this blog. I think at this point I have pretty much said it all, again and again and again. I apologize for the repetition but nothing has changed at all and I will do what I feel I must do to defend what we do and who we are.

Meanwhile:

Until Tracy Ryan Terhune returns my URL to me, until David Bret pays the damages awarded to us in the defamation lawsuit we won against him, until Donna Hill acknowledges we wrote actual and groundbreaking books on Valentino and Rambova, until Eleanor Gribbin stops telling people I am stark raving insane and my books the “ramblings of a madwoman”, until Cindy Martin reveals who “she” really is (not Rambova's “cousin”) and until Simon Constable... well what can I say... perhaps until he wises up... I will, will, will reiterate...Enough... of the “lot of them”.

Rudolph Valentino was not gay, I am not homophobic and George Ullman was an honest man.

Peace and Love.

Stay safe and Buona Pasqua.

Rudolph Valentino, Powdered Diamond Dust & More