Wow! After a long intermission, I am back. Life has forced me to focus on other areas of my life, but I haven’t forgotten about the case nor have I forgotten about my blog.

Since I last posted, I’ve had the opportunity to watch the “Black Dahlia” film and frankly, I am appalled. The way Elizabeth is portrayed is hideous and the actress portraying Elizabeth looks nothing like her. But I doubt we’ll find another woman with Elizabeth’s gorgeous face.

I finished reading Severed and that was also appalling. People seem hellbent on slandering her name. No matter what any person claims, I believe Elizabeth was a decent person, not a gutter whore who would perform oral sex for a pair of shoes.

A beautiful, very moving documentary about Bette, made by Larry Harnisch. Be warned: It is a long video. About 21 minutes long, so watch it with you have plenty of time.
 

Stand Inside Your Love

“Stand Inside Your Love” - The Smashing Pumpkins
For Elizabeth….

You and me
Meant to be
Immutable
Impossible
It’s destiny
Pure lunacy
Incalcuable
Insufferable
But for the last time
You’re everything
That I want and ask for
You’re all that I’ve dreamed.
Who wouldn’t be the one you love?
Who wouldn’t stand inside your love?
Protected and the lover of
A pure soul
And beautiful
You
Don’t understand
Don’t feel me now
I will breathe
For the both of us
Travel the world
Traverse the skies
Your home is here
Within my heart
And for the first time
I feel as though I am reborn
In my mind
Recast as child and mystic sage
Who wouldn’t be the one you love?
Who wouldn’t stand inside your love?
For the first time
I’m telling you how much I need and bleed for
Your every move and waking sound
In my time
I’ll wrap my wire around your heart
and your mind
Who wouldn’t be the one you love and live for?
Who wouldn’t stand inside your love and die for?
Who wouldn’t be the one you love?

Got it!

Severed arrived in the mail today. Even though I am reading 2 other books, I dove head first in to it.  I got to see a couple of shots of Elizabeth that I hadn’t seen before, which was great. She was such a beauty.

 I’ve read only a few pages so far, but in the few pages I did read, I feel like I was at the crime scene. I wonder…does the woman who discovered her body know what a monumental revelation she’d made? Did she know how important the murder and the case would become? Does she know how precious Elizabeth was? She was a part of something huge and I’m sure she didn’t realize it.

 January 15, 1947. History and time are split in two on this date. Afterwards, “before that day” and “after that day” are how time and history are measured. The world stopped that day and only a mere resemblance of the world before that day was left to start spinning again. Nothing would ever be the same.

First book on the case

I purchased the book Severed from Amazon.com late last week. The book should arrive sometime midweek. I hope that perhaps it will give me more insight into the case. I know very little about the investigation because, until now, I haven’t been interested. I don’t like to dwell on how her life was ended, but I feel it’s important. If I honestly want to learn all I can about Elizabeth, I have to take the bad with the good.

Similarities

I should be working on my article right now, but my mind is blank for the moment. 

I came up with this list a couple of days ago. It compares certain aspects of Elizabeth’s life with mine:

-Both abandoned by fathers. Her father faked his own suicide, but latter sent a letter to the family apologizing and asking to come back. Her mother refused, just as mine did when my father begged her to marry him again.

 -We both have only sisters. She has 4, I have 3. I am the youngest, but I’m not sure where she fits into her line of sisters. I do have a brother but I hardly speak to or see him, so he might as well not even exist. o_O

-Both of us are secretive. If you met me face to face, I would not babble on the way I do in my blog. According to sources, Elizabeth was secretive. Very few people knew much, if anything, about her.

-Both of us have female issues. Apparently, something was wrong with a gland in her vaginal canal. This blocked entry into her vagina, debunking the rumor that she was a prostitute or even “easy”. I have PCOS (Polycystic Ovary Syndrome).

-We were born almost exactly 40 years apart. Ok, not exactly 40 years but close enough. She was born July 29, 1924 and I was born February 27, 1985.

-She dropped out of high school at 16 years old; I “dropped out” at 15. While I went on to earn my GED, I’m not sure if the option was available back then and if it was, I don’t know if Elizabeth pursued that route.

-Both of us would develop relationships with our fathers years after they deserted us and both relationships would ultimately fail.

-We both adore films. Elizabeth wanted to be an actress more than anything. When I was younger, I also wanted to be an actress, but quickly realized that showbiz is brutal and I knew I wouldn’t make it.

-She seemed lost…as I seem lost. I am never certain of anything and I believe she was the same way. Though, I don’t believe I am really lost. I think I just appear to be because I change my mind often. That doesn’t particularly mean that I am “lost”. As a matter of fact, I believe that poor Elizabeth was more lost than I could ever be. It’s tragic.

I’ve done a little research into Elizabeth Short. First of all, everyone calls her “The Black Dahlia” and that isn’t kosher with me. I’m not particularly fond of that nickname. There is something dark and ominous about it and I just feel gross using it in reference to Elizabeth. So, from now on, she will be referred to as just Elizabeth in this blog. Secondly, she seems to be remembered only as a murdered actress wannabe.  I choose not to remember her as a murder victim, but as a beautiful young lady that I would love to have known.

I’ve done a lot of reading about her life in past couple of days and I’m starting to feel like I knew her. She was beautiful, sweet, and like everyone else, she made mistakes. But she wasn’t a whore, as many sources claim she was. As a matter of fact, she was a virgin until she was murdered. She wasn’t unlike many other 22-year-old’s. She had big hopes and dreams. She wanted to make it big. She wanted to be loved and remembered. She is remembered but certainly not for the right reasons.

I hate the fact that people have capitalized on her murder. Numerous books have been written on her murder and a stupid film has been made about the horrible events that unfolded. This bugs me. They have turned her murder into a peep show of sorts for people’s entertainment. Her death has been put on display. How much is her death worth? $8, the price of a movie ticket. Perhaps I’m too emotional but that really pisses me off.