sister jenny
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Born in 1797 she stood no chance from the beginning. As an intelligent, openminded and sexually free feminist she was born 500 years too early (she wouldn’t stand a chance in Trump’s USA, so don’t even bring it up).
Of course she dated the hottest male at the time, both physically and intellectually, Percy Shelley was a romantic poet always destined to an early death.
Close friends with Lord Byron (who used to drink alcohol from his dead father’s skull), they did drugs, spoke of philosophy, fucked and wrote poetry.
Mary’s parents were close friends with Samuel Coldridge (still one of the best poets ever), drug addict, madman, philosopher and outsider. She had literature in her blood, but as a women never stood a chance.
Luckily she finally got bored of threesomes with Shelley and Lord Byron, and invented science fiction with her amazing debut novel Frankenstein.
Lord Byron was at the time also fucking Mary’s stepsister Claire Clairmont, who had a sexual relationship not only with Lotd Byron but also Mary and her husband Shelley. She later gave birth to Byrons child.
Did I mention how Mary lost her virginity?
With Shelley on top of her mother’s grave.
Shelley who his whole life had visions of himself drowning, refused to learn to swim and finally died in a storm out on a boat, age 29.
Mary died at 53 years of age.
She published Frankenstein anonymously.
Lord Byron at the age of 36.
I once visited a cave where he had carved his name on a wall.
I also visted the place at Lake Geneva where Byron, Shelley and Mary had their threesomes and she came up with Frankenstein.
”The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?”
- Percy Shelley
Of course she dated the hottest male at the time, both physically and intellectually, Percy Shelley was a romantic poet always destined to an early death.
Close friends with Lord Byron (who used to drink alcohol from his dead father’s skull), they did drugs, spoke of philosophy, fucked and wrote poetry.
Mary’s parents were close friends with Samuel Coldridge (still one of the best poets ever), drug addict, madman, philosopher and outsider. She had literature in her blood, but as a women never stood a chance.
Luckily she finally got bored of threesomes with Shelley and Lord Byron, and invented science fiction with her amazing debut novel Frankenstein.
Lord Byron was at the time also fucking Mary’s stepsister Claire Clairmont, who had a sexual relationship not only with Lotd Byron but also Mary and her husband Shelley. She later gave birth to Byrons child.
Did I mention how Mary lost her virginity?
With Shelley on top of her mother’s grave.
Shelley who his whole life had visions of himself drowning, refused to learn to swim and finally died in a storm out on a boat, age 29.
Mary died at 53 years of age.
She published Frankenstein anonymously.
Lord Byron at the age of 36.
I once visited a cave where he had carved his name on a wall.
I also visted the place at Lake Geneva where Byron, Shelley and Mary had their threesomes and she came up with Frankenstein.
”The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?”
- Percy Shelley
