MATA HARI; Dancer, courtesan, spy... Mata Hari was born 100 years to the week before me and died at roughly the same age as me too, 101 years ago. She was a dark skinned, Dutch single mother with 2 children who left her husband due to his ill treatment of her. Sounds reasonable but back in the day, that was a strong path to walk. Already #fetishised for her ‘orientalism’, which back in the day referred widely to anything a bit eastern and mysterious, she decided to utilise this ‘skill’ and become an exotic dancer... The power she held over men because of this ability and her nouse in regards making money off the weakness (objectification/fetishisation), put her in prime position to elicit secrets from some of the most important men of her time. Men, powerful men would be putty in...eat from... her hands and it wasn’t a particularly troublesome decision i would imagine, when she was approached by the French authorities and asked to spy on the Germans. But that is too much power for a member of the sex which has not only been denigrated over the years... the centuries, but also mistrusted, because of the inherent power they (we, ladies we) already had. Yes, we have always been feared... and not just simply for our ability to grow a child inside us (which in the early days, before the science behind conception and birth were understood it was very much, very consciously) but also because of the power seemingly we hold over men. Or that certain women are capable of holding over certain men. Mata Hari capitialised upon that position but perhaps didn’t account for how little that fear of her power would be tolerated. She was accused of being a double agent, of also spying for the Germans, possibly set up by the Germans as a way to remove her from her position... who knows if she was or not... She denied it until the end. Said she had always been faithful to France. But was executed by firing squad at the age of 41 in 1917. Her only living child died 2
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three minutes. three cigarettes over. four words. we were out of each other's doors. lives.hearts. half our lives we spent, trying to fall in love. one night was enough to fall out of it. three minutes were enough. why was it easier for us to break than to build? why was it easier to fall apart than to fall back together? why was it easier to walk out of the door than to knock on it? three minutes. three cigarettes over. why is it easier to let go than to keep holding on? three minutes. three cigarettes. two people. and loneliness.
You could see me 7 days of the week I’d make an eighth one for you If you couldn’t see the stars I’d break a piece off the face of the moon to give you a tunnel to see our future through The sky is the limit Your presence seems necessary for that phrase to come true When you’re close, the clouds break And I’m presented with a clear view You give me peace of mind and leave me satisfied With every little piece of conversation between us And if you don’t want the moon Name your desire I’ll fulfill any situation you dream up
The third and final installment of my detective-fiction series is called "mercy for murder(s): in Brooklyn". This is truly my first detective-fiction novel and final book to ever grace the pen name Kevin Eleven. (Book 3 of 3) Thank you for supporting the series throughout its entire journey. (1/2013-12/2018) Available Now at Amazon Barnes and Noble Kobo kevinanglade.com/kevin-eleven floweredconcrete.net/mercy-for-murders Link in Bio.