Voices of the Insane (Fall 1968)

(Excerpts from Mrs. Kamm’s unpublished work “My Brave New World” she wrote while a patient at the Ionia State Hospital For The Insane in the fall of 1968. Enjoy)

My World

by

Misses Kamm

The problem with society is: Too many people with various backgrounds are crammed together in the same spot. Generally they are individuals with different belief systems. This is mostly true with heterosexuals over-populating the planet and trending on turf that should be reserved for the gay and lesbian masses. Sadly, until there is some sort of change there is always going to be this conflict. The solution: To create a new world, a fresh start, a rebirth, where gay and lesbians can live freely without fear or want.

First, all the heterosexuals on the planet will be divided into groups. The really ugly and boring will be sent off to Asia and become workers for the gay and lesbian masses. Straight attractive women will be used for breeding stock. Straight Adonis looking men will undergo a transformation. Through the miracle marvels of scientific advancement they will undergo a metamorphosis of sorts and become gay. In addition to sucking cock and fudge packing, rimming & golden showers, their semen will be collected once a month and artificially inseminated into the uglies of the straight, attractive breeding women who will be held hostage in deepest, darkest, Africa.  When the babies are born, tests will be run on the infants – All attractive male children who will grow up to become strapping Adonises will be circumcised and placed in proper gay homes in a more fitting climate, someplace where there are malls, beauty salons, culture & Andy Warhol movies, to be reared as gay bois. Likewise, ugly, fat, putrid looking girl children will be shipped off to the lesbian colony to be raised as dykes. The attractive girl babies will go off to the breeding colony to be raised as breeders.

As you can see in my scheme of things everything is in order – everything on the planet has its own space so as to eliminate stepping on toes. Personally I don’t  like messes. It’s like organizing dressers and closet space. The better cocktail dresses are placed in plastic bags and hung on wooden hangers. The everyday clothes to the front and it doesn't matter what kind of hanger they go on. Dresser drawers likewise – important things like post mortem photographs to the front. Necessities like butt plugs, lubes, FDS and undies in a place where you can get at them quickly. Everything else – who in the fuck cares.

In this new order education is a plus. I personally will appoint myself head of culture and beauty. I have written a symphony for the new order in cluster tones that is divinely tits. All gay men will be taught the International Language. As for the dykes, give them free beer and country and western music. They don’t need anything else. As for the breeders, they will be too busy breeding to appreciate culture. Same for the worker slobs.

As for a National Religion the cock will be worshiped and praised. In every goodly gay home there will

be a devotional corner dedicated to cock complete with a small replica of Michelangelo’s David. In addition, a good source of religion is watching Bette Davis movies. From Bette one can learn so much, how to smoke, how to speak your mind & lastly how to be virtuous. One can learn so much from Bette Davis movies………………. "Shall we have a cigarette on it?"

Mrs. Kamm undressed and exposed. Barf. Don’t make be gag Blanche!!!! (1968)

(Editor’s Note In the summer of 1968 Greg Kamm created a lot of excitement in the Muskegon, Michigan/Greater Grand Rapids area. For about six months Kamm had been working part time at a local Zody’s department store masquerading as a woman under the alias Marije Moravek  from  Bohemia. Of course everyone thought Marije Moravek  was a little on the odd side but that probably had something to do with her being a foreigner. Kamm probably would have gotten away with it but made the fatal mistake in giving a Mexican co-worker a blow job behind a dumpster on the store grounds. Somehow during the process Mrs. Kamm’s wig fell off. The spic was horrified and almost shit on the spot. Afterwards, the spic wasted no time in telling co-workers that Marije was actually a he. When confronted Greg Kamm was fired. Afterwards  Greg Kamm got the ACLU involved and with them came the press and television cameras. Local papers had a field day and subscriptions when up. The whole mess was just too fucking bizarre. So bizarre the press interviewed neighbors of the Kamm family.  Below some of the better shit.

Denise Hemsworth (neighbor to the Kamms) It’s always the parents fault. When Greg was little and should have been playing little league with the boys he was playing with Barbie dolls. A boy playing with Barbie is bad enough but Greg Kamm was playing funeral Barbie – putting the doll in a coffin and having Ken and Midge show up as mourners.

(James Clawson, cashier at the local Walgreens) Everyone thought it kind of strange when Greg Kamm would come in the store and buy sanitary napkins for himself. But nobody felt like asking questions. There are some things you’re better off not knowing.

(Greg’s Grandma Sell – Manistee, MI) Once I caught Greg calling up strange boys, changing his voice and telling them his name was “Little anal Annie

” and were they into phone sex. I was absolutely horrified. It was shocking and vulgar.

(Sister Phillip Lucille - Muskegon Catholic Elementary School) For show and tell Greg brought a photo of some family member laying out in a casket.  It was a surprise to everyone. A surprise we could have done without. I had nightmares for a month after. 

dearest diary

Mrs. Kamm, I’m a big girl now……………………..September 17, 1967 –

Muskegon, MI

Dearest Diary,

We've been down a lot of roads together. But when the going got rough we've always come out on top. So look out world. I come to fuck you over and I will.  The reasons are numerous but mainly because the planet is inhabited by stupid inferiors. Personally I hate stupid people. Stupid people besides being stupid are also ugly for the most part. Everyone should be ravishingly beautiful like me or be put to death. Truly.

Dearest Diary

Mrs. Kamm, Love me deadly……………………………………..May 28, 1965 – Muskegon, Michigan

Dear Diary,

Well, Bill McFarland died last night – from a brain aneurysm so they say. We know better. It was my curse that killed him. I just came from the funeral home. It was wonderful. Just me and Bill and nobody else.  I waited till everyone left. Went up to the casket, unzipped his pants and fondled his cock. It was tied with a cord at the bottom. ( I really do not know what that was for) But so what.  I even put my mouth on Bill McFarland’s cock. It was cold but I’m not complaining. I had his big, fat cock in my mouth and that’s more than I can say for some people. If nothing else Bill is indeed circumcised. I also played with Bill’s balls. I tried reaching around to his ass but with Bill laying in the coffin it was just too hard to muster. Lastly, I took a souvenir – a bit of Bill McFarland’s pubic hair. I will place it in a locket and cherish it always.

Dearest Diary

Mrs. Kamm goes to war………………………………………………………..April 7, 1965 – Muskegon, Michigan

Dear Diary,

I just asked Bill McFarland if he was circumcised. Bill laughed at me, called me a fag and told me to get out of his sight. He hated fags. Fuck Bill. I hate the bastard. In fact I am going to put a curse on the son-of-a-bitch. During the next full moon I plan to go to the cemetery, dance naked and recite ancient incantations and conjure up the Lord of the Underworld. That the Lord Of the Underworld will do my bidding and strike Bill McFarland down.

Dearest Diary

Comin’ in on a wing and a prayer      Hedy Jo to Misses Kamm -January 5, 1965

Dear Greg,

I feel very flattered you sought me out. Unfortunately I do not have the answers you seek. Changing your sex is very serious business. There is more to it than the surgery. There is a lot of soul searching and self-examination involved. I would suggest if this is what you want to do to seek the help of an experienced therapist or a compassionate clergyman. What you must remember, Greg – The changing of your sex is not going to take away any fears. or inadequacies. Neither is a sex change going to make you more popular. If anything friends you once thought of as friends will reject you. You will also be branded as a freak. You will probably have to relocate into an accepting community or die a lonely death. Again, I am not trying to scare you off. I am trying to be honest. As for any immediate advice: Let’s get you graduated from high school first and out into the real world. At that time if you are still experiencing identity problems & have done a lot of soul searching write me again and we will talk about it.

Yours,

Hedy Jo

Dearest Diary

Mrs. Kamm, A dream is a wish your heart makes………………November 1, 1964 – Muskegon, Michigan

Dearest Diary,

If only a could change my sex like Hedy Jo Star all my problems would be resolved and I would be at peace with the universe. Being a cunt is just so much better than being a sissy male. I could play with guys’s cocks and then when they wanted to fuck me say NO WAY. I am a virgin. Really and truly I am dear diary. The only sex I have experienced is the art of masturbation.  Such an experience. While doing it I think of Bill McFarland – the football captain. I would suck his cock any day provided he was circumcised. Maybe somebody knows for sure. I will ask around. Besides the sexual high as a woman I could be an earth Goddess – gathering the faeries and nymphs to my bosom. I would also achieve celebrity status and could make all the talk shows. Maybe have an affair or two with a non-talk show celebrity. Joey Bishop is sort of cute. I’d let him fuck me.  So is Wayne Newton.  Don’t know if I would allow Wayne to fuck me. But he certainly could sing to me. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea writing Hedy Jo and asking her for some advice??

Diary entries.

Mrs. Kamm’s first role model…..November 1963 – Muskegon, Michigan

Dear Diary,

Many of my friends want to grow up, become Drs & lawyers and such, and lead boring, pedestrian lives. How utterly repugnant and nauseating!  Me, on the otherhand, have set my standards much higher. I have decided to pattern my life after Dinah Shore and see the USA in my Chevrolet. The only thing I regret is not being able to be an octoroon like Dinah.  Octoroons are just better. Perhaps I will go to hell for lying but the next time someone asks my ancestor I am going to tell them that I am an octoroon. https://youtu.be/Ef9nv76UuFQ

Mrs. Kamm’s first Epiphany……March 1964 – Muskegon, Michigan

Dear Diary,

Visiting funeral homes is such a religious high. I just came from  visiting Aunt Marcellia laid out at the Clock Funeral Home. She looked so peaceful. Perhaps it was the surrounding – the piped in organ music, the smell of roses & the air conditioning on 60 degrees but I felt so moved and the entire world came into focus. There is something really nifty about staring at corpses. I can’t quite figure it out but it is a real turn on. They say a picture is worth a thousand words,  so I had to take a photograph. Isn’t half as exciting as being there. I would compare looking at the photo to listening to a Liberace on a phonograph record. Catching the act in Vegas would be better. But what the hell. You can’t have everything