The courtesans were 3 beautiful French sisters; and mistresses to several wealthy men in the late 1800′s. Little is known about the details of the lives of these mysterious women; but legend has it they were originally discovered while working in a dress shop in Paris by one of Paris’ wealthiest socialites. Offered money in exchange for their reputable company, in both private and social settings, the enchanting courtesans were schooled in reading, writing, staying abreast of world events so as to be able to converse in stimulating conversation. Each was said to have special gifts; the gift of poetry, song and dance. They were muses to prominent politicians, writers, artists and composers, such as Swede, Count Von Ecklberg and Army Captain Rudolph Visser III. Although they were rarely seen in public, they could be spotted attending decadent opera performances or in beautiful portraits by inspired painters. They had the reputation for being discreet, remaining in good graces of their benefactors – ever enigmatic because they were never known to separate and none of them were ever known to have fallen in love. Though many men tried.
The courtesans disappeared in their later years; their final whereabouts remain unknown. It was said that one sister died of tuberculosis, sending the second sister to insanity, before a tragic suicide. The last sister, the one only known as sister CC, was never to be found. Many believers claim to hear her spirit cry out for her sisters in the streets of Paris to these days.
The Good Son
A shy and awkward young man, CC Trubiak left his Connecticut home at the age of 18 in 1971 to pursue a degree in journalism at Columbia University. CC did so even at the risk of disappointing his father Henry, who had hoped from the time CC was a little boy, he would eventually take over the family business. “I just can’t understand” said Henry to his son. ”Dad, this is just the way its going to be”, he said. ”I want to write about places and see the world – I don’t want to stay stuck in this nowhere place!” Living off campus with two girls (Norma and Patsy) he was studious but painfully awkward in social situations. This meant unless he was in lectures he was at home, working on his assignments. Quick into his first semester away from home CC did learn to come out of his shell with Norma, a closeted lesbian vegan studying law and Patsy, a crazy performance art student with a never-ending stream of boyfriends. An unlikely trio if ever there was, they remained close and supportive.
However big of a disappointment he was to his father, CC was the apple of his mother Mary’s eye. Mary knew her husbands stubborn pride, but there was nothing she could do. By the time CC began his senior year he had stopped returning home altogether; it was better than facing the ruminating tension and growing distance. Mary would send gift packages of home baked treats, warm pyjamas and socks to her son every couple of months. ”Don’t forget your mother.” she would always write on a little card to him. She believed in her sons dreams, despite not being able to share that with Henry.
Eventually CC would complete his education in journalism, and did in fact travel to many places in search of those stories far and wide. The time eventually came where he would trade roles with his beloved mother – sending her beautiful and intricate gifts from all over the world. This was his way of sharing the riches of the world with her, knowing she was always there thinking of him. CC never failed to include something special for his father, in spite of the many years they remained apart; his years away brought him the wisdom to know his father loved him the only way he knew how.
As for Norma and Patsy – CC always remained in touch. Norma would eventually return to meat – however she maintained her lesbian status. Patsy married rich and found a superb psychologist.
The 5th child in a family of 12, CC Trubiak was a small-time boxer in Los Angeles for much of the 60′s. One of the most naturally gifted fighters of his generation CC never stayed too far away from controversy.
Under the training of long time Manager, ex-fighter Mickey Gazzo, CC went from delinquent to hard hitting champion over a period of 3 years. Although smaller than the average boxer, he was quick on his feet and was dubbed ‘The Nose’ for averaging 12 broken noses over the course of his run in the boxing ring.
Inside the ring CC had a record of 43 wins. Outside the ring CC had 7 children, 4 with first wife Ginger and 3 with second wife Jennifer. Ginger was CC’s high school sweetheart but after 5 years of marriage they ended in divorce. Jennifer was a Las Vegas Showgirl whom CC had a chance meeting with, and after their divorce in 1977 she went on to write a tell-all biography (My Life in the Ring), painting CC as an abusive control freak and sexual deviant.
CC was recently inducted into the Boxing Hall Of Fame and will always be remembered most for his 1963 fight with Louis Van Chapman III, whom he knocked out flat in the first half of the second round.
The Country Western Star
Born in Seminole, Texas, CC Trubiak was an American country and western star. CC started his music career in Nashville, Tennessee, where he spent many nights playing in dingy bars playing for small crowds.
By the time CC left home for Nashville he was ready to start his career in Country Music. He was in love with the lifestyle: always on the road or stage, traveling with his Nashville pals. After an appearance on the Grand Old Opry his career took off, thanks to a song he wrote called Give It To Me (I Want It), which became his first #1 record on radio stations. For a brief period he had a string of hits, from 1969′s Too Much Love and Not Enough Whiskey, to Small Town Legend, in 1981. CC made numerous appearances on The Glen Campbell Goodtime Hour in the 1970′s, and wrote several hits for his fellow country peers, including Sue Gaye’s 1974 hit Wilted Petals and 1977′s Hank Arnold & Goldie Lynn Sanderson duet Us, You and I .
CC was also known to be close friends with Gram Parsons, whose passing had a profound impact on the rest of CC’s career. Keeping up with the road for a short while longer, CC eventually quit the business and settled into life after the limelight quite easily. In a rare Rolling Stone Magazine profile on CC Trubiak, he made no apologies for his exit from the music industry, stating “There’s only a few people left in the so called Country Music business now a days that could get me out and interested in cutting’ another album.”, eluding to his old friends Dolly Parton and Olivia Neutron-Bomb. Other wise he made no illusions about ever returning to the country music business, referring to today’s country music as “soulless and over-produced”.
CC Trubiak was a major motion picture star in Hollywood’s Golden Age. Famous for her stirring performances in such classics as Break It to Me Gently (1946) and The Moment (1950) with Henry Fonda. CC embodied what few film stars have embodied since. She captivated men and women across the world. In 1971 she collected her first and only Oscar for her performance in Peter Bogdanovic’s Weathered; playing against type as a hooker with a heart of gold. Though many remember her film career, it is CC’s private life that maintained the most public interest, for it often proved far more intriguing.
CC grew up poor in a family of five. Her father was a banker, her mother a nurse. With her mother’s handsome looks CC was not your average beauty, in fact she was turned down for many leading roles simply for defying the beauty standards of the times. However, after marrying manager Melvin Tucker and a lot of determination to break Hollywood convention she began gathering more roles and attention, particularly in Mike Nichol’s 1961 War epic Forever Lost At Sea.
CC and Melvin stayed happily married for 21 years but after losing him to a fatal plane crash in 1980, CC trubiak became a social recluse. She died in 1992, leaving everything to her butler and dog Kiki.
CC Trubiak was a make-believer, living in a land of make-believe; where the sun always shined and the skies never ended. Anything was possible in this land, and CC could shape-shift into anyone or anything he could possibly want. In the land of make-believe; he could be a beautiful butterfly, perched on a meadow; a mystical spirit of beaming warm light, or even a sorcerer ! Most of all the land inhabited all sorts of other wonderful Make-believers who lived the dreams together.
The Snow Panther
The Snow Panther is a mythological creature identified for being part human and part panther. On the outside it would appear the Snow Panther has all the characteristics of a human being. Eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and hair. Hands, feet, fingers, and toes. They look identical to humans – only they are not. On the inside they have all the instincts and survival skills of the panther or other such carnivores. They will kill their prey. With unusually long and sharp fingernails and panther-like teeth – they are not afraid to use these physical characteristics to protect their young from predators of the cold harsh night. This is one reason why the Snow Panther has never fully integrated into human society. And never could.
Instead it has found sanctuary and survival in the coldest of mountains, in the farthest plains of the earth. Somehow over the course of many centuries the Snow Panther has learned how to adapt to the harshest conditions, keeping the myth of the Snow Panther alive.
One of the most fascinating aspects of the mythological Snow Panther is their developed sense of communal life. In the name of preservation Snow Panthers live and stay together for their entire life spans. They hunt and dwell together all throughout the mountainous region. They care for and protect each other’s children, often taking turns at hunting and feeding. To preserve their heat, they sleep together. They’re loyalty to one another keeps them bonded for life. Otherwise this species would have died away centuries ago. For there is no way a Snow Panther could survive on its own.
However – because of this heightened sense of social responsibility Snow Panthers have for one another – they have developed ramifications for any Snow Panther that falls ‘out of line’ with these rules and guidelines which have worked for centuries. For example, because it is the male Snow Panthers role to serve as provider to female Snow Panthers and their young, they are expected to provide the sustenance to females and children first. They eat last. After all, it is the female Snow Panther who serves as primary care giver to her children and prepares them for adulthood. Therefore when a male gets too greedy and eats before the welfare of his family is considered, he is banished from the community by all those in it. It is clearly understood that his welfare comes last to the female and her offspring and he is sent away, expected to survive on his own as a result of his own wrong-doing. No longer is he welcome to have the same access to shelter, warmth and care provided by the group. And those who are banished rarely ever survive on their own. Thus, they become victims to other predators, or simply die in the harsh wintery conditions.
Here is the story of one such Snow Panther and the Nomad.
Once upon a time in the White Mountains where the Snow Panther dwell, a Panther was banished from his community. The winter had been a long and treacherous one – and it was far from over for him. That season it had been particularly difficult for Snow Panthers to find enough food to provide the entire family, and while out hunting with the other males he made a fatal error. His hunger drove him to begin eating a portion of the catching before providing his Family and their young panthers. It was not a first for a starving and desperate Snow Panther – but it could also not go unnoticed. For traditionally everyone knew that the children always came first. For the Snow Panther to step out of line in this way was considered unforgivable, despite the Snow Panthers strong bonds with each other. He was banished from the family to perish alone.
Snow Panther had only been on his own for one month in the snowy mountains, but already the conditions were taking toll on this unusually strong creature. Not only was he becoming more and more frozen and disoriented as the days wore on, he was finding it increasingly difficult to find food and shelter. For most of the mountains were already occupied and spoken for by other wild. Snow Panther had to fend for himself now. But equally difficult to bear was the loneliness that came along with it. Yes, the Snow Panther had accepted his fate to be alone – but the isolation was far worse than the gut-wrenching hunger in his shrinking belly, and the bitter cold on his white skin. No amount of adaptation was going to fill that void of seclusion and separation from those he loved and lost.
Sometimes Snow Panther would find a small crack in the mountain side and he would take refuge there. He could never stay too long for all areas of the mountain had been claimed by dangerous and unforgiving habitants who could return and find him there. This was not worth the risk, for any angry and protective Mountain Lion or Bear will kill a Snow Panther without hesitation.
This winter had been particularly harsher than any winter before, and so the sting of loneliness combined with starvation and cold began to wear him down. Normally, a banished Snow Panther will only survive 3-4 months on its own before perishing or falling prey to a Mountain Lion but this one was holding on longer. His will would not allow him to give in to the insanity that was only beginning to encompass him this winter.
One particularly cold day a blizzard struck harder than any other day on the mountain side. Snow Panther hadn’t eaten for two months. He was frail, beyond cold and could no longer feel his hands or his feet. Although he had managed to escape death thus far, he could feel himself losing faith. His mind was giving in – for how lonesome life had become since he was banished from home. He had moved past regret and loneliness and had now ventured into the realm beyond sanity. Crouched in the small cave of a snow avalanche, Snow Panther prepared himself for death, for he knew that when he fell asleep in the blizzard storm he would never awake again. It was his fate.
Time seemed to stop when he was awakened by a disturbing sound. It was the sound of footsteps in the snow. Not the sound of a Mountain Lion or Bear, but rather the distinct and familiar sound of a two-footed creature liken the Snow Panther himself.
Through the snow storm he looked up and could make out a figure in the distance. At first he thought it was one of his own – perhaps another banished Snow Panther. Only this could not be so. For this figure, another male like himself, was cloaked and wearing boots. Snow Panther shook his head in disbelief for unbeknownst to him he had come face to face with a Human Being.
On this cold and storming day – a Nomad came face to face with a Snow Panther for the first time. The Nomad of no particular tribe had never seen anything like it before, and some would say since. He himself was out in search of food and shelter but in his journeys he had never seen anything like this beautiful creature huddled in the snow. He was mesmerized and cautious as he approached it. For some unknown reason he was drawn to the Snow Panther, and it was not for the sake of killing it. For as he crouched down to see the weakened Snow Panther, the Nomad could not kill this reflection of Himself. In fact he felt feeling of compassion for this reflection and so he reached into his satchel for scrapings of food to share.
TheSnow Panther could not believe, even in its weakened state that the Nomad offered him food, and upon receiving it from his hands the Snow Panther shed tears. The Snow Panther had shed many tears before but he was shedding them differently this time. The moment between the Snow Panther and the Nomad had an indescribable tenderness. The Nomad watched as the Snow Panther lifted its mask and shed tears of love and pain. He did not know what to do but somehow new that he loved him. They had love for each other.
As the Nomad stood there the Snow Panther danced before his eyes, for this was the only way he could communicate his gratitude and joy for the compassion he showed in an otherwise cold and cruel mountain. And as the Snow Panther danced, he shed tears that began turning into snowflakes in the air. Tear by tear, and snowflake by snowflake the Snow Panther began to fade away into the blizzard snow, leaving only behind his silk like mask and a feeling of complete mysticism. In the distance and through the snow storm, the Nomad could hear faint cries and when he looked hard into the remoteness he could faintly see the Snow Panther’s family shedding tears of pain over the loss of their own.
Upon that Nomads return from home after that fateful experience of tenderness with the Snow Panther he shared with his tribe the sense of higher connection to the Snow Panther that they all thought that if they could find him again they could help the Snow Panther and his kind. The Nomads thought they could teach them the secrets they need to know to survive love and life. For one hundred years this Nomad’s tribe searched the snowy mountains for the Snow Panther. But never again did they ever come to find one.