Welcome to the Realms of the Unreal (Part II) (By Mr. C)
When last we left Henry Darger, he was alone in the world, not knowing about the massive upheavals going on just outside his window. Now, has he made a new friend? Find out more in...
Welcome to the Realms of the Unreal
Part 2: The Gemini's Secret Sister
“Well, it’s certainly unique. I’ve never seen anything like this…”
Once again, Anna had found herself in the company of Henry Darger. She had no idea why, but ever since they first met, they’ve been running into each other every day. While she was on her break, Henry found her and invited her into his apartment to look at his art. He was clearly nervous, and afraid of what she would say. Later, Anna would learn that this would be the first time Henry Darger invited anyone to his apartment.
“But do you like it?” said Henry, getting anxious. Truth be told, Anna didn’t really know what to say. She was afraid of hurting Henry’s feelings--despite being around twice her age, the man seemed to be somewhat childlike. But at the same time, some of the images he had drawn were frightening to her. All these pictures of kids getting dismembered, of naked children...was this man a serial killer? A pedophile? Both at once?
And most troubling of all, why did his girls have penises?
Eventually, she broke her silence. “I liked a lot of it. But it’s very...odd. I gotta ask a few questions.”
“I’m all ears. I know some of my stuff might be weird to some people.”
Understatement of the century, Anna thought. “First of all...you do know we girls don’t have penises, right?”
Henry chuckled. “Well, I know. But it has been a while since the last time I checked.”
Anna frowned. “Are you propositioning me?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb. Are you trying to fuck me?”
Henry seemed shocked. “The thought of that never crossed my mind. I’ve never really experienced a stirring in the undergrowth for anyone.”
Anna paused. Huh, so he actually did want me to see his art, she thought. “I’m sorry, I’m too used to men doing funny stuff like that.”
“No, I should be the one apologizing to you! I had no idea it could be seen like that. I’m not really used to, ah, talking to other people.”
Anna chuckled. “Well, hopefully under socialism you can be more social!”
They both laughed.
“But back to my question, why do they have penises?”
“It’s the source of their power! It’s what makes them stronger than the Glandelinians!”
“...that just raises more questions.”
“Have you ever heard of the story of St. Vibia Perpetua? It’s a Catholic thing, but it goes like this: Vibia Perpetua was a noblewoman of ancient Carthage under the Romans. The Emperor of Rome hated the Christians and the Hebrews, and made converting to any of those religions illegal. But Vibia saw God and became a Christian. Her father hated her for it, and reported her to the police. Vibia and her companions were put in jail, where she had a vision. In that vision, she turned into a man, a valiant gladiator. And then during her trial, she and her companions were forced to become gladiators themselves!”
“What happened to her?”
“A male gladiator tried to kill her and failed. So she took his sword and martyred herself for Christ”
“And what does that have to do with your little Vivian Girls having penises?”
“Well, in her vision, Vibia become a strong man. But in the actual arena, she wasn’t a strong man. She had to overpower a strong man to become a martyr. I believe that in that brief moment when she took that gladiator’s blade, she became something other than male or female, something of great power. When the Vivian Girls are fighting those nasty child slavers, they become more than just little girls. They become betwixt and between the categories of ‘boy’ and ‘girl’, becoming something stronger than what those mere labels can give them. That’s what makes them stronger...they don’t limit themselves to one gender.”
Anna took a moment to think over what she had just heard. For someone who was too busy painting to notice the Revolution, Henry Darger clearly had some radical ideas. He’d be a great comrade.
Tears began rolling down Henry’s face. “I wish I could be like that sometimes. I hate having to be a man all the time.”
Anna hugged the man. “I know it sounds weird, but I like your art. The Vivian Girls are really cute and brave! And I would just love to join your Children’s Protection Society
Henry regained his composure. “Really? Oh, how wonderful! I wish Whillie could be here right now to see my new friend.”
“Well, I can arrange something…”
---------------------------------------------------
William Schloeder hated the weather in South Texas. First, it would get really hot. Then it would get colder, just as he was starting to get used to the heat. Then it would get hot again just as he was starting to get used to the cold. But he loved the people of Texas. They were decent, honest folk, with big hearts and even bigger stomachs
Still, he missed Chicago. At least the weather there made sense. And above all else, he missed Henry Darger. He missed his smile, he missed how sweet and genuine he was. He was an eternal innocent, untainted by any demon. At times, Whillie wondered what Darger thought their relationship was. Is he homosexual? Of course not, he’s too pure for sex, thought Whillie. He makes Mother Mary look like Mae West! But I can’t deny there’s something more than just friendship going on. He follows me around like a lost little girl. Maybe that’s what he is...a lost little girl trapped in the body of a grown man.
And I’m her big brother.
Just then, someone came. “Sargeant Schloeder, you’ve got a message from a Mr. Henry Darger.”
Speak of the devil! How’s he been up to?
Whillie grabbed the letter, his hands trembling.
DEAREST WHILLIE
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I’VE MADE A NEW FRIEND! SHE’S A RED JUST LIKE YOU! HER NAME IS ANNA TEITELBAUM AND SHE WANTS TO JOIN OUR CHILDREN’S PROTECTIVE SOCIETY. ALL IN FAVOR SAY AYE!
BEST WISHES FROM CHICAGO,
HENRY
Whillie cried, just a little. He got out a pen and paper and wrote a message back.
Dear Henry and Anna,
AYE!
With love, Whillie
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"...and it was then, after the battle of Jennie Richee, that the saintly Vivian Girls gained a new ally. Their call for help, as recounted earlier in Chapter 9, was ignored by all Earthly nations except one--America. The Americans, who had finished overthrowing the Glandelinian controlled government, were sending their own Red Army to aid the Vivian Girls in their Great Crusade against the Child Slave Empires. General Darger and Schloeder met with the leader of the Red Army, the headstrong Hebrew Anna Teitelbaum, and together the Gemini found their metaphorical Helen of Troy..."
-from In The Realms of the Unreal, Book 3, Volume 5, Chapter 12.
Welcome to the Realms of the Unreal
Part 2: The Gemini's Secret Sister
“Well, it’s certainly unique. I’ve never seen anything like this…”
Once again, Anna had found herself in the company of Henry Darger. She had no idea why, but ever since they first met, they’ve been running into each other every day. While she was on her break, Henry found her and invited her into his apartment to look at his art. He was clearly nervous, and afraid of what she would say. Later, Anna would learn that this would be the first time Henry Darger invited anyone to his apartment.
“But do you like it?” said Henry, getting anxious. Truth be told, Anna didn’t really know what to say. She was afraid of hurting Henry’s feelings--despite being around twice her age, the man seemed to be somewhat childlike. But at the same time, some of the images he had drawn were frightening to her. All these pictures of kids getting dismembered, of naked children...was this man a serial killer? A pedophile? Both at once?
And most troubling of all, why did his girls have penises?
Eventually, she broke her silence. “I liked a lot of it. But it’s very...odd. I gotta ask a few questions.”
“I’m all ears. I know some of my stuff might be weird to some people.”
Understatement of the century, Anna thought. “First of all...you do know we girls don’t have penises, right?”
Henry chuckled. “Well, I know. But it has been a while since the last time I checked.”
Anna frowned. “Are you propositioning me?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb. Are you trying to fuck me?”
Henry seemed shocked. “The thought of that never crossed my mind. I’ve never really experienced a stirring in the undergrowth for anyone.”
Anna paused. Huh, so he actually did want me to see his art, she thought. “I’m sorry, I’m too used to men doing funny stuff like that.”
“No, I should be the one apologizing to you! I had no idea it could be seen like that. I’m not really used to, ah, talking to other people.”
Anna chuckled. “Well, hopefully under socialism you can be more social!”
They both laughed.
“But back to my question, why do they have penises?”
“It’s the source of their power! It’s what makes them stronger than the Glandelinians!”
“...that just raises more questions.”
“Have you ever heard of the story of St. Vibia Perpetua? It’s a Catholic thing, but it goes like this: Vibia Perpetua was a noblewoman of ancient Carthage under the Romans. The Emperor of Rome hated the Christians and the Hebrews, and made converting to any of those religions illegal. But Vibia saw God and became a Christian. Her father hated her for it, and reported her to the police. Vibia and her companions were put in jail, where she had a vision. In that vision, she turned into a man, a valiant gladiator. And then during her trial, she and her companions were forced to become gladiators themselves!”
“What happened to her?”
“A male gladiator tried to kill her and failed. So she took his sword and martyred herself for Christ”
“And what does that have to do with your little Vivian Girls having penises?”
“Well, in her vision, Vibia become a strong man. But in the actual arena, she wasn’t a strong man. She had to overpower a strong man to become a martyr. I believe that in that brief moment when she took that gladiator’s blade, she became something other than male or female, something of great power. When the Vivian Girls are fighting those nasty child slavers, they become more than just little girls. They become betwixt and between the categories of ‘boy’ and ‘girl’, becoming something stronger than what those mere labels can give them. That’s what makes them stronger...they don’t limit themselves to one gender.”
Anna took a moment to think over what she had just heard. For someone who was too busy painting to notice the Revolution, Henry Darger clearly had some radical ideas. He’d be a great comrade.
Tears began rolling down Henry’s face. “I wish I could be like that sometimes. I hate having to be a man all the time.”
Anna hugged the man. “I know it sounds weird, but I like your art. The Vivian Girls are really cute and brave! And I would just love to join your Children’s Protection Society
Henry regained his composure. “Really? Oh, how wonderful! I wish Whillie could be here right now to see my new friend.”
“Well, I can arrange something…”
---------------------------------------------------
William Schloeder hated the weather in South Texas. First, it would get really hot. Then it would get colder, just as he was starting to get used to the heat. Then it would get hot again just as he was starting to get used to the cold. But he loved the people of Texas. They were decent, honest folk, with big hearts and even bigger stomachs
Still, he missed Chicago. At least the weather there made sense. And above all else, he missed Henry Darger. He missed his smile, he missed how sweet and genuine he was. He was an eternal innocent, untainted by any demon. At times, Whillie wondered what Darger thought their relationship was. Is he homosexual? Of course not, he’s too pure for sex, thought Whillie. He makes Mother Mary look like Mae West! But I can’t deny there’s something more than just friendship going on. He follows me around like a lost little girl. Maybe that’s what he is...a lost little girl trapped in the body of a grown man.
And I’m her big brother.
Just then, someone came. “Sargeant Schloeder, you’ve got a message from a Mr. Henry Darger.”
Speak of the devil! How’s he been up to?
Whillie grabbed the letter, his hands trembling.
DEAREST WHILLIE
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I’VE MADE A NEW FRIEND! SHE’S A RED JUST LIKE YOU! HER NAME IS ANNA TEITELBAUM AND SHE WANTS TO JOIN OUR CHILDREN’S PROTECTIVE SOCIETY. ALL IN FAVOR SAY AYE!
BEST WISHES FROM CHICAGO,
HENRY
Whillie cried, just a little. He got out a pen and paper and wrote a message back.
Dear Henry and Anna,
AYE!
With love, Whillie
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"...and it was then, after the battle of Jennie Richee, that the saintly Vivian Girls gained a new ally. Their call for help, as recounted earlier in Chapter 9, was ignored by all Earthly nations except one--America. The Americans, who had finished overthrowing the Glandelinian controlled government, were sending their own Red Army to aid the Vivian Girls in their Great Crusade against the Child Slave Empires. General Darger and Schloeder met with the leader of the Red Army, the headstrong Hebrew Anna Teitelbaum, and together the Gemini found their metaphorical Helen of Troy..."
-from In The Realms of the Unreal, Book 3, Volume 5, Chapter 12.
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