Moving In: Roxy Nine

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.
Unmailed handwritten text intended to be submitted to the magazine “Snow Bunny Confessions”, found in Nine’s desk in its handwriting.

Dear Snow Bunny Confessions,

I used to live in Washington DC. Chocolate City. However, the temptation got to be too much for me. I met Willie and that tall dark and handsome elevator operator. It wasn't just about his size, though he had that. That black youth really know how to press my buttons. We had a hell of a time. However, my husband found out and I had to give Willie his Dear John letter. Still, my husband forgave me. He knew when he married me, his little waitress at his family’s diner, that I was only sexually attracted to Negroes. I love him but never in the way he loves me. However, this did mean we had to move to suburbia. The racial covenant would keep me out of trouble.

Trouble found me. I was sitting in my kitchen unpacking my tea kettle when a sultry brunette with smoky eyes appeared at my kitchen door. Her body would look good in a purple leotard, or perhaps a leopard print dress. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Our eyes locked. My heart beat like native drums. I let her into my kitchen and into my life. We made small talk about our husband’s business. Her husband runs a chain of barbershops and my husband runs a chain of Greek diners. We bonded over the fact that I was once a Satanist but I converted to be a Greek Orthodox. She currently goes to a Southern Bloodist temple and that means she can’t mix drinks like she used to. She says it was worth giving up alcohol to marry Ben, but I could tell she did not really love her husband. She seemed shy, reserved, a real wallflower.

Though she was so shy and I was trying to be a good wife, when Carmen on the radio sang “L'amour est enfant de bohème” I leaned in for a kiss and she kissed me back. Her lips were so fierce. Our tongues battled for dominance. I have made love to women before (Negro women) since I do not discriminate based on sex. There was something different about this woman.

However, our moment was too brief. We broke apart before her husband could interrupt. That was a good thing, since he was a strict Navy man with a stick up his ass.

As I retired for the night that day, I considered my new Greek Orthodox religion. I would have to be a faithful wife. The Faith I grew up with in West Virginia had a different perspective on adultery, but they looked down on race mixing. It’s terrible how small-minded the Satanists could be.

I thought I could be happy with Rose Eight, my Gypsy Carmen.