Moving In: Marge Six

The Northern Virginia subdivision where this experiment would take place had recently been built and was ready for the Spartan Housewives on February 9, 1953. Here are their letters and diaries from when they moved in.
Six’s letter to Loretta “Lou” Sims, his friend back in Reno, Nevada, dated February 10, 1953:

Dear Lou,

My divorce ranch days are long behind me now, old friend. The place has been sold to some other poor sucker. No longer will I be a comfortable shoulder for a filly to cry on, not to mention a comfortable face for them to sit on. Enough of fillies complaining all the men in their lives are just dudes only for them to get hitched to some gas station attendant. I’m mighty tired of it. My heart can only break so many times before I just have to call it quits.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t like the idea of Sissy ^[1] working for the federal government, but we did marry just because we were best pals who wanted to start a family together and we ain’t in love so it ain’t my job to tell him what to do. Besides which, you know he is obsessed with uranium as he is the history of hooking and only that yellow metal in the hills will pay the bills. He’ll be happy at his job.

So now I’m living out on the East Coast with all these insufferably fake east coast types. Like my neighbor Kath Five, she’s a fucking pacifist. Thinks that when Japan bombed Pearl Harbor we should have sat on a wooden bench and prayed over it until the Nips got the spirit in them to play nice. The only thing that got the Japanese to surrender the Atomic Bomb and I’m glad me and Sissy played a part in doing that. ^[2] God, I hate Quakers so much. Like those Quakers complaining that the Nazis at Malmedy massacre trial were poorly treated, come on, you can’t expect American boys to not kick someone in the ass who needs an ass kicking! Everyone wants America to help them in their fight but nobody wants us to play rough. But playing rough is how you win. It’s a shame since Kath and Jake would otherwise be my type of folk if they weren’t liberals.

Then things got worse when I saw my other neighbor, Joan Four. I thought Kath loved the Nips too much but Joan is obsessed. I could hear a gong after the end of everything that woman said. She is gorgeous, though. Long black hair like a throughbred pony. Much better skin than Kath, though that ain’t saying much.

So now I’ll be around all these happily married feminine women who don’t know I’m a dyke. Most everyone who stayed at my ranch knew I was a dyke, it’s just they couldn’t exactly judge me when they were breaking the Lord’s Commandment to get a divorce. Besides, it was pretty obvious when they saw Sissy going around in her silk robes that my husband wasn’t my man. Now Sissy has to be the man and I have to be the woman. Well, how hard can that be?

I hope Barb and Franny make new friends in this neighborhood at least. ^[3] And I hope we keep our friendship, Lou.

Love,
Large M