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Beatles Asks - 3, 7 and 13 please!

I'm gonna do these separately because it's a lot.

3. What’s your opinion on The Beatles wives?

This is a very broad topic.

Cynthia: I read Cynthia’s book John: A Biography. Of course, any book like this has to be take with a grain of salt, assuming some level of self-interest and faulty memories. Even so, my heart really goes out to her after reading this. I believe she and John were truly in love. The pics of them together are always really cute. But I kind of doubt they would have married if she hadn’t gotten pregnant. Either John fell out of love or was too fucked up in general, or his mental issues were exacerbated by Beatlemania and later, heavy drug use, for the marriage to last long. He neglected Cyn and Julian horribly and was a gigantic asshole. For example, he hounded her to take acid and then, when she finally did and had a bad trip, he completely neglected her and left her alone to suffer. She says she even considered suicide during that trip. And don’t even get me started on the divorce. He really mistreated her. Granted, he was probably emotionally incapable of treating her with humanity, given his mental health issues. But he was just horrible and acted unforgivably.

Pattie: I also read the George part of Pattie’s book, Wonderful Tonight. She seems fine. I don’t have any feelings about her one way or another. They’re cute together. Both she and George were so young then. George was a shit near the end, of course.

Yoko: You know, who really knows what was going on between her and John? I do think they were genuinely in love. But I also think, in May 1968 when they got together, the relationship offered transactional benefits to both of them. She obviously wanted to snag a Beatle and become famous. She’d been stalking John for a pretty long time. And John desperately needed a “guru” to give he life structure and focus. He was really flailing after India, clearly in mental distress after losing Brian (and Whatever Happened In India™ which may have involved John feeling like he’d lost Paul somehow) and doing huge amounts of acid again. (Enter my theory that he had borderline personality disorder where you latch on to an Important Person to provide your identity.) Both of them were all on board with a codependent, all-consuming relationship. She doesn't seem like a particularly nice person, what with the stories about her ordering around Apple employees like they were her personal servants. She also seems very manipulative, but then again, so was John. Personally, I cannot stand her "singing" (I study classical singing, so...it's just painful to listen to.)

Skipping to the seventies, my impression is John wanted Yoko to control his life and she did, although they also seemed to enjoy playing power games with each other. I don’t know why he went back to her after the Lost Weekend, but I assume part of it was a need to give up control to another person. It’s hard to tell if they were still in love in the seventies. I would love to find out what was really going on between them in this period because there’s such a drastic difference in opinions, like “happy, bread baking house husband” narrative vs. “depressed, in bed getting high and watching TV” all the time narrative.

Linda: I do think there was a bit of the starfucker in her but she and Paul were obviously in love and devoted to each other, as far as we can tell. No other thoughts. I don't really know much about her. I’m grateful for all her photos of Paul. :)

Later Paul wives: no opinion, I don’t know enough.

Olivia: same. I'm glad she and George were able to have Dhani.

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harrisongslimited · 1 month

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George Chapter of the Day

Chapter 15

I Saw Her Standing There

Trigger Warnings: adult situations and conversations, swearing, drinking, sexual tension, angst.

**18+ only please**

Chapter 15

By the time George and Joie got home, they were both exhausted. The kittens were happy to see them and purred and rubbed their furry faces against their legs. Joie got down on the floor with them while George went to open the boot to get the luggage.

He stayed outside by the car long enough to have a cigarette and enjoy the silence. Joie filled his every thought. Where were they going to go from here? How was he supposed to be so close to her and not have her? He had no intention of rushing Joie into anything, but he wanted her so badly. His life was such a circus—to be with her would quiet the inner voice, settle the inner turmoil, silence the rattled nerves. She was a long, romantic walk down a silent path while the world whirred around them.

Since meeting her, he could no longer just take a woman to bed and then leave. He wanted permanence, steadiness, someone who wouldn't leave his side when the going got tough, and he was willing to wait for it. He'd waited a long time to get to this point and could he wait a little longer to make sure Joie loved him?

He ached to make love to her...he wanted her ever since he saw her at that audition months ago. He wanted to sleep next to her, wake up with her in his arms. He wanted someone to share his life with. He wanted her lovely body and full breasts, her amazing torso -taute and sleek and, he imagined, tanned to a golden bronze, her long legs wrapped around him as he buried himself inside her, her brown eyes looking at him lovingly as he thrusted his hips over and over and hearing her purr to him.

George closed his eyes for a second, trying to pull himself out of his fantasy but what would she want him to do?

"Joie," George said, hesitantly, as he walked back into the house. "where do you want me to put your bag?"

Joie knew she had a decision to make. She looked up at him from the floor. "Just leave it. I'll put things away later. Right now, I just want to be with you."

"You can be with me and still be in the coach house," he said in a low voice.

"Let's just not worry about the coach house for now," Joie answered him, tenderly. "We'll figure it out later....."

They both laughed at the comment that George always said to her. George took her bag with his and walked into his room, setting them both down on a chair. Then he went to her and sat on the floor.

"It's ok," he said quietly, petting the kitten that crawled up into his lap. "It's ok, whatever you want. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not seeing anyone else. I care about you, Joie. I care about your happiness, your comfort. Nothing is going to happen between us unless you want it to. I'm a patient guy. I just want your honesty....that's it. Just be honest with me."

Joie held a kitten in her arms. "I missed you. I missed everything about you. I .... I thought about you all the time and couldn't wait to have you come home and kiss me."

George smiled. "I thought about you all the time too. And we can take our time, Joie. We don't have to rush anything. I'm not going to lie to you. I want you. I want to make love with you. But not until you're ready."

"I know that. I want to be with you. I'm just....it's just.....I've never been with anyone before," she finally told him, her chin dipping down to her chest, her eyes flickering downward.

George was quiet for a moment. He never suspected. She had kissed him so passionately that he never for a second thought..... and she was so beautiful...and funny and kind....why didn't she have a boyfriend?

He ran a tender hand into her hair and feathered his thumb over her cheek.

"What's that?" she looked at him.

"Joie, I'd never do anything to rush you or hurt you. But I want you to know how I feel."

Joie placed the kittens back on the floor and leaned towards him, kissing him sweetly. "I know," she answered. "Me too."

George rose from the floor and went to make sure the kittens had food and water. Then he went to Joie and extended his hand. She looked up at him as she took his hand. "I missed you very, very much."

George nodded slowly, his eyes soft and sleepy, and walked with her to his room pulling the bedspread and blankets down. "I'm gonna go wash up," he announced. "and we'll get some sleep. I just want to feel you next to me."

Joie nodded. She understood. She went to the other bathroom and washed her face and changed into pajamas. When she came back to George's bedroom, he was in bed. He scooted over and Joie got in, laying beside him. She turned and put her head on his shoulder spooning into him.

"Goodnight, baby," he said, kissing her forehead.

"Goodnight, love," she answered peacefully.

.........

She awoke to hear George calling to her just above a whisper. "Coffee is ready."

She took a deep breath and stretched. She slept better than she had in months. "Coming," she answered.

Joie drank her coffee and George drank tea as the kittens played in the kitchen with a ball of yarn.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," he began slowly. "About Ireland."

Joie nodded. "Ok."

"We are going to meet John and Cyn there. We are trying to avoid the press or we will have no privacy at all. It seems that no matter what we do, they find out somehow where we are going and what we are doing."

"I know. While you were on tour, there were hourly updates on the BBC."

George winced. "I'm worried about you. I'm used to it. Cyn and John are used to it. If you can ever really get used to the intrusion....but if they see us together, you will never get a moment's peace again. You are walking into a hurricane. I can only try to protect you from it, but I can't promise you won't be drawn into the nightmare."

"As long as we're together, I'm fine," Joie said. "I'm American. I'm tough."

"It will wear you down, baby. You have no idea how it will wear you down."

"I've talked to Cyn and Maureen. I understand. And it's ok. I'll take it as it comes."

"Well, first off, we are going to take different planes to Dublin. There will be a car waiting for you under the name Mary Bates. That's your name. Mary Bates. I'm Thomas O'Hara. The car will take you to the hotel and you sign in as Mary Bates. Mary Bates has her own room. Thomas O'Hara has his own room. John and Cyn are signing in as Mr. and Mrs. Jack Smith and they are getting a suite. We'll stay in the suite after we get there."

"You mean we are paying for 2 rooms and a suite just to avoid the press?" Joie asked incredulously.

"Yes....and it still might not work," he answered, shaking his head. "And Joie, you can have your own room if you want. There's no pressure. I'm okay with whatever you choose."

Joie didn't hesitate to answer him. "I want to be with you, George. I want to be right next to you."

..........

They spent the day quietly, George playing the guitar and working on a song, Joie doing laundry and cooking. The phone rang constantly, one Beatle or another. Cyn called her so they could discuss what clothes to bring to Ireland and make a suggestion concerning getting a discrete and reliable cleaning lady.

Joie took the kittens to the vet where they would be boarded while they were gone. She signed everything as Mary Bates and paid in cash.

At night, Joie crawled into bed next to George and curled into him again. He held her tightly.

"It was a wonderful day," George whispered, kissing her forehead.

"Yes it was," she answered tenderly. "I hope we can have many more just like it."

"Me too," George told her kissing again.

"George...."

"Yeah?"

"I need to talk to you about something."

"What's that, baby?" he whispered, pulling her closer.

"I know....I mean I think I know....well, I sort of know...what I'm trying to say is that I know many girls go on birth control pills, but I don't know anything about that. And I...."

"You don't have to go on birth control pills if you don't want to." George told her. "We'll manage. We'll be fine when it's right."

"I know we will," Joie said closing her eyes.

"Good night, sweet baby," he hummed, savoring the feeling of her in his arms.

George struggled to fall asleep, even though he was dead tired. Truth be told, his balls ached and he wondered if a quick shower would alleviate the problem. He felt like a teenager after a make-out session and maybe a hand on her breast. Antsy. Irritable.

Trying to think about something else but failing, he and Joie would be alone together all night in their private room in a castle in Ireland. John and Cyn were across the suite on the other side...and she said she wanted to be with him and asked about birth control pills. Maybe tomorrow..in a romantic room lit by firelight, they would not be a mystery to each other ever again.

..........

By the time they all arrived at the castle, it was dark outside and it looked like they would be thrown in a dungeon and left to rot. Inside was warm and inviting, a huge fireplace burning enormous logs, lovely old tapestries on the stone walls, keeping the heat in.

They met John and Cyn in the suite and it was, by far, the most beautiful place Joie had ever seen. The smell of the green meadows outside snaked into the castle through cracked stone and morter. Joie could smell all kinds of wild flowers, living in the cold pastures around them.

The suite was enormous, with 2 huge bedrooms off a main living area. Enormous bay windows opened out onto a large balcony, where a glass topped table stood. There were vases of flowers everywhere and the air smelled crisp and clean.

Each bedroom had its own bath, with a large claw-footed bathtub. The beds were king sized and covered in soft, white Egyptian cotton sheets. Blankets and down comforters were at the foot of the bed, one a burgundy color, the other a dark navy. Each room had a small fireplace that was ready to be lit. Joie had never seen any place like it and she couldn't think of a more special place to give herself to a wonderful man.

They shared 4 bottles of wine with John and Cyn before they begged off to go to bed. Joie and George went out onto the balcony for awhile to finish their wine and enjoy the beautiful, cool Irish air.

"This is a beautiful place," Joie told him, curling into his welcoming arms. "How did you find it?"

"Brian did. He's travelled all over the world. I think he stayed here once." George told her, and noticed it was getting colder outside. "Should I go in our room and start the fire?"

Joie nodded. They walked back into the main part of the suite and into their room. Joie opened the drapes to reveal their little balcony. She opened the door as George took a match to the papers in the fireplace.

Joie grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed and stepped out onto the other balcony. "Come out here George. It's beautiful."

George stood beside her and Joie wrapped them both in the blanket. They stood there for a long while, silent, wrapped together in the warmth. The bold full moon illuminated the carpet of green and large old oak trees over to the side.

Joie looked at George and reached up to kiss him.

"Your nose is cold..." George teased her. "Let's go in. The fire is warming up the room."

They walked back into the room and stood before the fire, still wrapped together in the blanket. The only light was from the fire that danced around them. Joie was relaxed and warm.

George kissed her again gently. Joie laid her head on his shoulder and breathed in that soapy clean that she had come to know so well. She looked up at him and knew how much she loved him. She was never so sure of anything in her life.

Joie unwrapped them from the blanket and stepped back slightly. She started to unbutton her blouse when George stopped her.

"Are you sure?" he whispered to her.

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