Blake Hall
Famous military historian Martin van Creveld once called him “the most competitive man who ever lived.” He liked to put his hand in his waistcoat. He was “Emperor of the French” from 1804 to 1814. And contrary to popular belief and the complex that still presently bears his name, he was of average height.
He was also, according to a recent and revealing blog article by author Erin Blakemore, a bit of an eccentric in the bedroom. To say the least. Especially with his mercurial and against-all-odds lover, the one, the only … Josephine.
The most lurid aspect of the written piece tackling their often disgusting affair (and marriage and divorce) are the details unearthed. If you read them in quick succession, they become even more abhorrent, grisly and utterly fascinating.
Like so:
She had a mouthful of black teeth, and was six years older.
He loved a move she would do in bed, called the “zigzag”, and called the nether regions of her body a “little black forest” that to live there “is to live in the Elysian fields”.
He dreamed of being “her shoes and her gown”.
He sent her countless love letters with dirty talk, once penning that he “will return to Paris tomorrow evening … don’t wash.”
She refused to kick her dogs out of bed when they made love.
They once woke up an entire house with an “extremely vigorous and loud … technique”.
She eventually cheated on him. News of her infidelity spread far and wide and was used as a weapon against him in battle.
He eventually divorced her for good after she couldn’t conceive an heir to his throne.
When she died, he surrounded his everyday at St. Helena (where he was exiled) with pictures of her and even ate food off plates that bore her face.
His last words were “France, army, head of the army, Josephine.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3_G0HxzL6o