(front of stage are 4 large black hats of different shapes, and three black card semicircle cut-outs which, when worn around the neck, make a cone-like effect around the head. These are worn by MC’s 1,2,3,4, who enter wearing black and grey spangled tights. The following sequence is performed to intricate movements and lifts, awkward positions and straining stances….)M.C. A man come to me the other day and said:
I have fought. I have fought with everything that I have….
and I have lost.
I have loved and I have lost…he said.
M.C. I have loved and I have lost, he said.
M.C. A man came to me the other day and said…
Oh god….I need a fuck…..I need a fuck so badly.
Do you fuck? he asked.
M.C. Do you fuck he asked.
M.C. I fear. I fear so badly at times that I just want to cry
in exasperation he said…..
I fear what others will think he said.
M.C. I fear what others will think he said.
M.C. Why do i fear taking a stand he said..
M.C. I am sick to death of being thought of as a woman, a woman said
….something which procreates, something to fuck she said…..
M.C. Something to fuck she said…
M.C. I’m tired of men, she said…the way they always hound you.
The way they always expect you to behave in a certain way
because they are behaving in a certain way…
to always want sex….she said..
M.C. To always want sex she said…
M.C. Always having to perform they make such lousy lovers she said…
so inhibited she said…frightened to move their arse…she said..
M.C. Always after the sex object….the quick response
not quite making it she said..
M.C. Not quite making it she said.
M.C. And men never stop thinking about it…..about homosexuality..
he said….its always there hovering beneath their eyes he said…
M.C. Its always there hovering beneath their eyes he said..
M.C. Whenever they meet another male they think:
is this one queer he thought…
M.C. Is this one queer he thought.
M.C. And the queer threw up at the thought of that…
M.C. And the queer threw up at the thought of that…
M.C. I fear he said…I fear that what I need to experience with you
may never happen, he said…
M.C. It may never happen he said…
M.C. It may never happen because of your inhibition he said.
M.C. It may never happen because of your inhibition he said.
M.C. His hand touches my shoulder and my entire body touches his hand….
M.C. His hand touches my shoulder and my entire body touches his hand….
M.C. Its all very clever he said…cocks and cunts…its all very clever he said.
M.C. Its all very clever he said…
M.C. but does it all end there he said.
M.C. but does it all end there he said.
M.C. But women think they’ve got you when you want them…
so we mock sex he said..
M.C. So we mock sex he said.
M.C. What do you know about love…love..he said.
I have loved and I have lost he said.
M.C. I have loved and I have lost he said.
M.C. And I give and give and give….and she wants more and more and more
and more and more he said…she cannot get enough he said..
M.C. She cannot get enough he said.
M.C. When we’re alone everything changes..when you and I are alone together
….everything changes.
Why is that?
Why are things so different
when we’re alone together?
Why does the presence of other people
change our exchange?
M.C. When we’re alone everything seems to vanish..our identities seem
to rest on how others see us…
M.C. I am trying to make the reality of being alone
as equal to the reality of not being alone…
M.C. Why do you never look at me….look at me…when we’re alone?
M.C. Because your eyes…your eyes want to devour me..
your eyes…so blue…I could fall in love with your eyes…
but they seem to want to devour me…
what am I NOT giving you?
What is it that I cannot give you?
M.C. I want you inside of me…I want you inside of me all of the time…
I never want you to let me go..
I want you to want me all of the time..
I want you permanently inside of me..
I want you to give me your soul….your soul…
M.C. I cannot give you everything because I cannot give you enough
you leave me nothing for myself..
my soul…my soul
you already have my soul
and you don’t even know it!
M.C. And your eyes, so dark, so deep,
hiding even darker thoughts
under tangled masses of dark dark hair..
M.C. Do you know what love is?
I often think I do and just when I think I do
it vanishes..
Its more like a memory than a reality.
M.C. Its more like a memory than a reality.
M.C. Sweep me away…
you always sweep me away..
I never know what time of day or night it is..
time disappears…
reality changes..
something fills me in..
we are travelling through fields of turquoise green
on a night so pitch dark that our skin glows
and we
like fire flies in this forgotten age
soar on…
M.C. Lets loosen ourselves from what others think of us!
M.C. Lets loosen ourselves from what others think of us!
M.C. All the worlds
and
M.C. all the worlds
within
M.C. all the worlds
ALL: AN ALL OVER WORLD!