Dick. Oh Dick. Why does this happen? Why? I love you! Yet it does. It happens. But why? Why does it have to? I remember the night we met. I had broken off with Tom who had let me know the night before he was gay. The thought of his body, and how could any man’s be as soft as mine. Then you came along, with your chipped front tooth, and tiny hands. Up and down that bar. The nerve of you. Flopping yourself down at my table. Then you offered me that drink. The first of many. I was certain what was on your mind. Did I refuse? I could have. But there you were. Looking like a fool. Your chipped tooth and tiny hands…and flashes of Tom running though my brain. Tender shocks jolting me forward. Latching onto your sleeve for protection…of what, I wondered, as we all do, when panic appears to be the only form of communication we can grasp. Oh, those men. All those men. Men I have known. I had sworn by. Who had taken me out. Numbing me up. Full of dope and crap. Treating my body as if it were a cheap cheeseburger special you could buy at a Drive-In…..
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- Written by: Mark Levine