A woman in a large black coat but seemingly naked otherwise enters, holding a porcelain sink that has been broken off its former foundation, she walks straight across the stage, from the audience's right to their left.
The woman enters again, the same way, with the sink, stops half way like she's forgotten something, continues. And again, this time she puts her face in the sink for a moment half way before continuing. The fourth time she turns to the audience, the sink in her hands and smiles. As she opens her mouth blood comes trickling down her lips and face, she lets it drip into the sink. She cups the sink like a baby in one arm, whilst her other hand starts to pull out her teeth. She smiles throughout. She pulls them all out one by one and puts them into the sink. She smiles a toothless smile, the blood still pouring. Blackout A woman in a tightly fitted black coat but seemingly naked otherwise enters the stage from the back, backlit, central. A blue spotlight slowly appears around her at the stage's edge. She is holding a dead canary bird in her hand. Tears stream down her face. Blackout A woman in a black leather jacket and seemingly naked otherwise sits at the back stage right on a leather sofa with a pillow in her hands. She pulls white feathers out, one by one, then by the handfull. At the bottom of the pillow she pulls out a glowing globe. She holds it to her face for a while before crushing it in her hands. The shards cut her skin and stain the feathers. Blackout Blood rains down on the empty stage before a hailstorm of teeth.
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[I apologise for this late posting, was posted on my Facebook on time as I was on a train and unable to post here]
A black pissed off feminist lesbian The patriarchy dressed up like Margaret Thatcher FEMINIST: When you call me baby all I hear is PATRIARCHY: I own you F: When you call me sweetheart all I can hear is P: I'm not threatened by you F: When you call me doll all I hear is P: I want to objectify you F: When you tell me cheer up love it might never happen P: I mean I'll make sure of it F: Tell me to smile P: my un-threatening little object F: tell me to dress like a lady Behave myself P: My little docile pet F: call me love P: to cover up the oppression F: tell me what I mean to say Or what I'm trying to say Or what I wish to say P: I'm just being helpful F: you're telling me to shut up Both: Be pretty P: but mainly shut up, you're so pretty when you're quiet F: and so ugly when I'm not. What is an ugly woman? What is her worth? If she can't raise lust in the minds of your competitors what do you need her for? If she isn't likely to produce stunning offspring what is her purpose? You wouldn’t keep a slave that couldn't work. And you still think you own us. P: if I don't then why do you behave like I do? F: You don’t own me. I shouldn't have to sing this tune to you but here you are, grabbing what's not yours. Take your filthy paws off my silky drawers. P: mmm silk F: get your stubby fingers out of my reproductive organs P: mmm pussy F: but mostly get out of my head P: mmm head F: get out of my head when I ask for lower wages Get out of my head when I feel like an imposter Get out of my head when I seek approval through my looks Get out of my head when I cross my legs Get out of my head when I look down on women who have made other choices Get out of my head Get out of my head when I question a woman's integrity Get out of my head when I compete with my sisters Get out of my head when I tell a young girl she's pretty before I tell her she's clever Get out Get out of my head when I doubt myself Get out of my head when I say to myself not to complain, it could be worse Get Get out of my head Get out Takes an axe to Patriarchy's head but it doesn't budge Get out Get out Get out Get out P: oh darling you're so cute when you're angry A couple stands in the doorway
She: Just go He: I mean, I wanna, but it sucks She: yeah, say goodbye then He: I kinda wrote you a letter to that effect She: yet you're still here. - She: go, exit. - He: You know I love you though She: funny way to show it, isn't it? He: I've really tossed and turned over this She: yeah, that makes it all okay - She: go, exit - She: just move, get out, leave, turn and walk away He: I'll still see you though She: - He: I mean, I'd like to be friends She: you've got to be kidding - She: go, exit - He: When we got together it was sweet, it was natural, it was like coming home and to be honest I don't know when that changed, I just got restless and you know how I get, I just need a certain amount of me time, a bit of space, of air, of just being the way I am and it's not that you've limited that much but still, it's hard to shake an idea, this feeling of not being free, it just lingers in your brain until you can't stop thinking about it, it's all you can see, and you feel like you can't breathe, it's growing inside you and the heartbeat is quickening, at some point it's got to come out, it's got to burst out of you and when it does you feel immediately better but you quickly feel immediately worse as well, you're empty and this huge thing, this seed, it's out and you suddenly have all this responsibility for your feelings, for how you have treated people and it sucks. It sucks. It sucks so bad but you can't unsay things, can you, you can't just make it go away and at the end of the day this is what you wanted, what you've been obsessing over and then suddenly it's happening, it's happening for real and it doesn't matter if you regret the whole thing She: no it doesn't He: and it doesn't matter if you've made a huge mistake or if that voice that told you, go, run, you're stuck, you're limiting your potential, you're wasting your life, which is awful to say, but you know when you think something you're not exactly PC about it She: no you're not He: so you just have to go She: go then He: like, it has to happen now She: yeah, I know, so just go then - She: go, exit - She: exit pursued by a bear, exit stage left, exit stage right, exit through the auditorium, exit to loud sound effects, exit on cue, exit to music, exit dancing, exit laughing, exit crying, exit quickly, exit slowly, exit abruptly, exit mid-sentence, exit at the beginning of a line, exit pursued by a nun, a bishop, a flock of geese, a group of children with swastikas, a whole nursery crying, a truck, all singing, all dancing Chippendale fucking strippers, I don't care, just go, exit She realises he's gone. Could be set anywhere where something needs improving
A: But why? B: What do you mean, but why? A: What? C: Jesus, what's wrong with you? B: Just shut up A: Geez ... A: I just don't get it B: Fine, that's okay A: But shouldn't I get it? B: Not necessarily A: I mean, am I thick or something? C: No comment A: Oh hush you ... B: Who knows why? I mean, why's the sky blue? A: because of how the light breaks B: yeah, sure, but why does it break like that? A: What? B: It could be yellow just as easy like A: but it's blue B: right A: right B: so? A: what I'm getting at is that surely there's a factor, a coincidence or a choice of the creator or whatever that's made it blue, not yellow C: ever seen the sun set, it gets pretty fucking yellow ... C: What were we talking about? A: I was just asking why B: why's the world so messed up? I don't know A: I don't get it C: What's there to get? A: I just want to understand B: It's not simple like A: I guess not C: nothing ever bloody is, is it? A: I guess not B: I guess not ... A: I reckon we could B: what? A: I reckon we could make it better C: oh here we go A: no seriously, I think it wouldn't be that hard B: what, are you gonna? A: I might B: you're not A: maybe I will B: go on then A: alright, I will ... B: Are you done yet? A: Yeah, I think so, I mean, I could go on, but it's pretty good B: It is pretty good like A: I think so C: can I see? A: sure C: yeah, that's better B: huh (smiles) |
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