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AuditionMonologues2014 2015 PDF
AuditionMonologues2014 2015 PDF
AuditionMonologues2014 2015 PDF
2. Feed My Libido
I let him fuck me.
Id only slept with one guy before him, and that guy had been my first college boyfriend.
I lost my virginity in the arms of someone I trusted and someone with whom I was very
emotionally connected. But this time, with this new guy, had been entirely different.
First of all, he had pressured the hell out of me the last time Id found myself in his room.
He was really attractive, and as much as I like to believe that wasnt a major factor, it is
the only reason I gave him a second chance. I tried to pretend that last time he had just
been a little too tipsy and unrelenting in trying to get me to have sex. This time, I asked
if he had a condom after he gave his first hint. Sex was where I thought I wanted it to
go eventually, so why not make eventually now?
We were kissing in a way that didnt make sense, like it was just a distraction. Something
to do to keep our minds off what was actually occurring-- in and out, in and out. How
much longer did I have to keep up this act, that this was actually enjoyable for me? Or
was I just stuck here waiting for the climax, for his climax. Please just cum already.
Hadnt this been what I had wanted? Casual sex with a guy I wasnt dating. I had told
myself that this was okay now because I had lost my virginity in the ideal way, to a guy
who wanted all of me and had given himself to me. Now that was over and sex was
allowed to be for the hell of it. Thats what an Empowered Woman was supposed to do
right? Hunt em down and play it like the one of the boys. Command respect, but be in
charge of her sexuality, too. Feed the fire of her powerful libido.
But this didnt feel the way it was supposed to feel. This didnt feel casual or carefreeit
felt like a big fat mistake. I handed my body over to him, and he masturbated with it. I
let him objectify me and I let myself think I wanted it that way. And Im never doing
that again.
When I truly believed I saw a small little something being flushed down the toilet.
She was there for me the next morning when it was all over.
When I had to make up a lie when my sister asked why I was sick the night before.
When I had to get the second ultrasound to make sure my uterus was healing correctly.
And as I went back to school with a black hole in my heart.
But who was there when I knew I was going to do the wrong thing but decided to do it
anyway?
Who was there to tell me I could take care of a baby?
Who was there to tell me they would support me no matter what?
Who was there when I missed my baby?
Or who was there when I tried to hold back tears as I sat in church and watched little
kids with their mothers?
And who was there to tell me it was okay to cry?
Who was there for me when I wanted to drown my sorrows in alcohol?
Who was there when I wanted to hurt myself?
Who was there when I recounted the moment I got pregnant?
Who was there when I was too afraid to ask the father if he had cummed in me?
Who was there to comfort me when I asked one of my best friends how my babys
fathers girlfriend was. And when he answered Not pregnant?
I am alone.
5. Lifted? Nah.
When I came back home for fall break my first semester at Duke, I was talking to my
high school English teacher. How is college? she said. How are you finding the other
students? It was tough at first, I said. but I found a really good group of friends.
Good, because the people at Duke dont really seem like you. I raise an eyebrow. I
dated a grad student from Duke once, and walking around the campus, its like all the
guys are jocks and all the girls spend all their time on the treadmill. Its really sad. The
girls are so skinny, theyre like fragile little deer.
Thats our reputation, people! And I wanted to tell her, No, thats not right. Its
different now. But I felt like she was spot on. Thats what I see walking around the
campus. And my teacher was right about me as well. I didnt fit the mold of the
stereotypical Duke guy. When I got here, I felt like I was the only one without muscles.
It seems like everyone works out. And guys are always showing it off. It was hard not to
feel inadequate. I just wanted to run up to the guys on DSig bench and be like, put some
clothes on! So I started going to Brody. Time I would have spent talking to people or
reading now went to lifting weights and trying to get some muscle mass.
And life at Brody and Wilson is just ridiculous. It seems like guys spend half the time
working out and the other half looking in the mirror. Chill, brah. Its okay. In the thirty
seconds that youre not glancing at the mirror, youre not going to have turned into
Arnold Schwarzenegger. Yes, I understand youre trying to impress girls (or guys (or
gender non-conforming people)), but there are other ways to do that. Pull out the big
guns. Impress them with your emotional intelligence and your self-awareness. Impress
them with the strength of your character. But I was there in Wilson. Right along with
them. And I always left the gym feeling more insecure than when I went in.
So, a month ago, I quit. I said to myself, I dont need Wilson in my life. Why fuel my own
insecurity? Now, I have all this extra time to do things that I actually enjoy. I can do
things that keep me healthy and not worry about looking like Vin Diesel. So, not Im not
gonna lift weights. Imma do yoga. And run. And dance. And do menial labor! Without the
gym, Ive been so much happier. I dont need to be your typical, buff Duke guy my
English teacher talked about. I will define myself.
So go ahead. Ask me. Bro, do you even lift? My answer: Nah, bro, Im over that.
6. Surprised
Im making out with a woman. Maybe Im at a party on central, or maybe Im even at
Shooters. Regardless, all is more than well, and Im vaguely aware of Selena Gomez in
the background. An out of shape male in an untucked polo walks up. Are you bi?
Because I would be down with this
Guys, boys, men, heres a quick word of advice for when you see two women kissing:
WE DONT NEED YOU in the bedroom to have an orgasm. To be honest, well probably
have one easier without you. Actually we may even have a few because we dont have to
wait two hours for you to pull it together again.
Let me back it up a sec. I came to Duke beyond confused about what I wanted. Initially,
I decided that I should probably find a guy, given that thats what everyone else seemed
to be doing. So, I met like twenty of them by making out with them. It was kind of fun in
my crat-created haze, just like the other foggy parts of my completely misguided
freshman year. Fun aside, I could never seem to find any footing at all. In January, my
friends and I rushed, and landed in sororities that we love, and still do to this day. But,
while they thrived at their date functions and mixers, I felt empty. I felt like I didnt
belong.
It took me two more years and a drunken makeout with a woman to realize exactly what
Id been missing.
Did I have a reaction filled with clarity and self-acceptance? No. Absolutely not. I
continued to live at Duke, be at Duke, completely closeted. I was afraid of being put into
a box, of being defined. I hated Duke. I hated myself. Stories of spray painted slurs and
vandalized pride flags left me feeling completely and totally alone.
So for a while, I said nothing. I had nothing to gain from opening up like that and it was
hard for me to convince myself otherwise. It took a lot of wine and a lot of crying for me
to realize that hiding felt worse than trusting my friends with the truth. But people can
surprise you. They surprised me. More than one of my friends cried with me when I
told them, hugging me and telling me they just wanted me to be happy.
Im one of the lucky ones. Many other queer men and women at Duke have stories
similar to mine, some with an ending not nearly as peaceful. I feel safe enough outside of
my apartment to show that I like women. I realize now that I am not alone. I can be who
I want to be- and my sexuality is only just a part of me. All I had to do was look around,
trust my friends, and have some faith. People surprised me. They will surprise you too.