JFK’s sexual peccadilloes, which continued when he entered
the White House, were unknown to the public at the time, but today are all too
depressing common knowledge. So
there is no point to disinterring any of that. Just one pharmacological side-point, though.
Another grave set of facts, likewise occult from the public
at the time, and latterly in full exposure, were the lavish injections the
President was getting. From one
doctor:
She was injecting her novocaine
mixtures into the Presidents’ back
as often as five and six times a day… [And from another doctor:]
corticosteroid injections and time-release capsules implanted in his thigh. The corticosteroids gave him a rush, a feeling for a while that he was ready to take on the world… He got the same
surge and more from the amphetamines.
-- Richard Reeves, President
Kennedy: Profile of Power
(1993), p. 242-3
All that came at a chilling price:
The side effects of those
treatments were more dangerous: an
exaggerated sense of power and capabilities, and the debilitating symptoms of
classic paranoid schizophrenia, then slow death by poisoning.
-- id, p. 243
More telling in
the present connection, is this less dramatic speculation:
Another possible side effect was heightened sexual desire;
but there were those, many of them, who said that Kennedy, like his
father before him, had that long
before he had Addison’s.
-- id.
~
Rather against our practice hitherto in this series of retrospective parallels, we shall
(obliquely and fleetingly) allude to allegations -- quite possibly overinflated
-- surrounding a more contemporary figure on the public stage: a certain New York real-estage magnate,
impressario, and what-all else.
An apparently well-researched and even-handed appreciation, recently
published by Messers. Kranish
& Fisher, reaches conclusions
at variance with the invidious narrative being peddled elsewhere:
He spoke publically about his
relationships, as if his randy reputation
would enhance his popularity.
[Yet] his relationships with women
rarely seemed romantic or even libidinous. … In his bestsellling books, [he] cast himself as the
irresistible lust object: never
the groper, always the gropee. ...
For all [his] salacious chatter on
the radio, and carefully staged appearances with models and other beautiful women, those who spent lots of time with him
through the 1990s described not an overheated Casanova, but rather a workaholic and something
of a homebody.
op cit (2016), p. 154, 167