Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Put that thing away, Lev Davidovich!

Leon Trotsky, root rat!

Reading Bertrand M. Patenaude’s extremely interesting Stalin’s Nemesis: The Exile and Murder of Leon Trotsky I came across a letter that Trotsky wrote to his wife Natalia in July 1937.

Since I arrived here, not once has my poor cock stood up straight. It’s as though it doesn’t exist. It’s also resting from the stresses of these days. But in spite of it, I myself am thinking tenderly of your old, dear cunt. I want to suck on it, shove my tongue all the way inside it. Natalochka, my dear, I will ever more strongly fuck you with my tongue and with my cock. Forgive me Natalochka these lines, it seems it’s the first time in my life that I write to you like this.


Trotsky was then 57 and had just finished an affair with Frida Kahlo.

I don’t know whether to be impressed or repelled but mostly I find myself thinking – how on earth did he find the time?

I mean, here he was, being chased by Stalin’s secret police across three continents and he still had time to be concerned about his dick.

It’s also sobering to realise that in the extremely unlikely event somebody writes my biography, my most intimate correspondence with my wife will mostly revolve around whether we should have Thai or pizza tonight for takeaway.


Leilani said...

I would love to know how his wife responded. I mean did she write back in suitably lusty tones or did she just say, "stop thinking about your cock and hang the washing on the line."

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

Apparently she was absolutely thrilled, Leilani.

Those Russian Marxists eh?

BTW, is "hang the washing on the line" a metaphor for something?

Leilani said...

I doubt she needed to be meaphorical with him being so direct. But I'm sure there's an entry on urbandictionary that would cover it.

squib said...

Now you mention it, Trotsky looks a bit randy in that picture

homesick said...

Now you mention Trotsky Ramon, I remembered this litttle Christmas ditty.


May your Santa sack be overflowing with chocolate Trotskys on Friday morning.

Andrew Gerald Hales said...

hahaha that is ridiculous.

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

Ah yes homesick, the singing communist kittens.

I remember them well.

Squib, Trotsky looks like he wants to have wild Bolshevik sex with you right now!!!

Lewd Bob said...

not once has my poor cock stood up straight

Give it a tug, Leon.

RandomGit said...

Ohh err, he does have the come fuck me eyes in that shot eh?

Now we know where Stalin got his diplomatic technique that drew Hitler in. Stupid horny Nazi.

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

Oddly enough, most of the Russian radical groups were at it like rabbits across much of the early 20th century.

May explain why so many of their attempts at revolt were complete cock-ups.