Working on a new play. Here's a bit of it:
"In the grand scheme of things…there’s that phrase again. 'Grand scheme of things.' But anyway…in the grand scheme of things, I’ll always have only my eyes. My hands. My wrists. You read stories about women who can have orgasms by penetration alone, and women who get plastic surgery and you read about women who decide, these days, that marriage is this very old, traditional construct that has no basis in modern life. I’m none of those people. I can read about them, but I’m not them. I can’t be them, and the only way I can even imagine what it’s like is to read magazines and books and watch them on television. They can, in return, only imagine what it’s like to meditate and believe in biorhythms and have hips that are actual size. That’s why, I’ll be honest, the whole idea of gender identification really sort of leaves me cold. I have just as much in common with a man who mediates as I do with a woman who never had plastic surgery. I know I’m supposed to be feel a kinship with my own gender, but I don’t. I mean, do you feel like just because someone is male, you automatically have some understanding of how they feel or felt? Do you feel like there’s some gender bond? No. You feel a bond with whomever you identify with. That’s what actual freedom is. Thinking whatever you think, being whoever you are. Not being bound to relate because of your genitals."
Admit it: This excerpt was chosen only for the new kinds of Google hits it would give the blog.
ReplyDeleteLooks cool. Is this from the same play that has the bookmark and all the missing person's stuff?