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"HANGING ON"

Written by: The 1 Voice Community Center, Creative Writing for Performing Artists class taught by Sean Kapera

JACK: I know you're confused, but never confuse the fact that I love you. In all ways... I am not going to lie to you or myself and pretend we have been or that we are only just friends. When I look at you, I see something that I could never see in myself... And when you touch me, in a tender way, my stomach gets tied in knots. I've wanted you, just from the first sight of you at the beach. I followed you into the locker rooms and my heart almost stopped. But when you cheated on me, when I caught you, all my love turned into confusion. I became insecure and raged. How could you do this to me? My heart is all broken, how could you do this to me? I know how you could do this to me... It's because you are cruel and unkind. You are one evil son of a bitch! God, I hate you! I gave you the best years of my life. This is the absolute end for us. Fuck off! And don't let the doorknob hit you in the ass as you walk out. Now I feel better. Should have said this sooner. It would have been better than hanging on.

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"Re-Member" by S. B.

Ever feel numb? Well, that's how I feel...
I'm hurt... I love him soo much and it kills me to not even know - if he still knows that or not. On a deep and spiritual level, I know - I feel he does... But my fear inside makes me believe that he has forgotten all about me... All about us. It sucks! I wish he would come home on his own - so I could hold him and re-mind him of how much he is loved. But more importantly to help re-mind him of who and what he is... A beautiful light... A beautiful light of God. I personally thank God everyday for being lucky enough to have been someone that had the opportunity to see that in him... I was lucky enough and blessed enough to share love and a beautiful relationship with him when he was true to himself, his dreams, his desires, his passion for life, and the love he truly had for himself. Even though two years have passed since we were living as one... It's hard, but I focus loving energy his way everyday... Loving energy, a vibe if you will - that I pray, might help him to reclaim his life, his love, and his true self. I want to be able to sit across from him, hold his hands and re-mind him of all that he already knows in his heart... To re-member. To re-mind him that giving up on life because of what happened to us is not a loving choice for himself. When he told me that he didn't care about his life, his dreams, his goals or anything anymore... I have to tell you... It broke my heart. I love him so much and seeing his spirit in that much dis-ease... Well, it made me feel like a part of me was dying. But I'll tell you what... I will stay strong in my heart and in my love. . I wont let this eat me up the way he has. I just pray he is strong enough in spirit and love for himself to get off the drugs, stop the drinking and the self destructive behavior he is currently choosing to experience in his life, so he can find or rediscover his heart and soul once again and come home... Home to a place filled with truth, joy and love.

River Made To Drown In

From the film by Allen Smithee

Allen: Thaddeus, who do you think I am? What did you think we were? Did you think you were my savior? The rich charitable gentleman who reached down saved the poor lonely child? No man, you were a John... You were a sucker... You expect to much from me. Don't look to me for caring, because I don't care. I'll take anyone. I'll take Eva, I'll take you... anyone. It doesn't matter, because I am a hustler. Whether it is sex or it's this bullshit that I sell... anything. Do you know why? Because I don't give a fuck. That's why. That's how you stay alive. You were just one more rich, white, gay sucker ready for me to take, and I am sorry, but that's what we had. Are you deaf? That's the only way to live. Don't get involved, it's a waste of time. I just want to push my bullshit, eat, sleep, fuck and finally die. That is all.

Derrick

From a play by Kirk Wallace

DERRICK: It was the shadow of the boy I saw first. His arms hanging down over his head, the silhouette of his feet aimed up. (Beat.) Then -- I stepped into the room and saw his dead eyes, open, as if staring, unseeing, down at the pool of blood that had been drained from his body. (Beat, trying to sound professional) I looked around the room, made mental notes of where everything was and then crossed to him and cut him down, letting his body drop back into a more normal relationship with the ground. Just because he had died abnormally, didn't mean he had to sustain it in death.

As we looked around the shack, most of the others got sick at what they saw. But it was the smell that got me. It wasn't that usual odor of death you find in scenes like this, that bloody mixture of excrement and sweat strained out of the contracting of agonized muscles. This was different. It was more acrid. Caustic. Like acid. But, worse of all, it's stench made me ... afraid.

(Looks at her.) You know, always before these horror scenes filled me with rage, a determination to catch the bastard responsible and put him away. But this time -- (Looks at her, trying to find the words.) This time ... I ...

(Stops, then goes ahead.) Whatever is out there is more terrifying, more ugly than anything I've ever dealt with. It seems so grossly inadequate, but the only word I can think of to describe what we're up against is ... evil. We're looking for something inhuman and that scares the hell out me.

"Spooge - The Sex & Love Monologues"

By Joshua James

ADONIS:
When it comes to women
When it comes to love
I gotta say, I just love being a BLACK MAN

For some folks, okay, let's just say it, for WHITE folks
There's this psychological mind fuck about BLACK MEN
It's there all the time
White folks are haunted by BLACK MEN
Because no matter who you are
rich or poor
handsome or homely
male or female
when you see me
you're thinking about my DICK
God, I love being a BLACK MAN

I mean let's face it,
I didn't invent the whole BLACK THANG
I just live it
I'm tall
I'm dark
I'm cool
I can dance
And
I'm hung like a Clydesdale
A few of the many reasons I love being a BLACK MAN

Women, white women especially, come on to me all the time,
At the drop of a fucking hat, making perverted suggestions
And it used to piss me off,
Cause I thought, they don't see me, they just see DICK,
They want the big DICK
But I got over that
Cause I figure, all women could use a little color in their life now and then
And a big dick is as good a place to start as any
A BIG BLACK DICK

Think about it, y'all
If you take all the colors in the world and add them together, you know what you get?
You get black.
White is the absence of color
Black is its total
So you have to ask yourself
How dull life, and love, would be for us all
without a little color to spice things up?

I fucking love being a BLACK MAN.

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