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Whale Music
An acutely sensitive, moving portrayal of the lives of a group of women which reflects the attitudes and feelings of women today, depicted in a series of settings which flow gently into each other. Caroline, pregnant by one of her boyfriends, escapes to her seaside birthplace where she is visited by friends. The reaction of these women to each other whilst awaiting the birth is sympathetically told and we become totally involved in the heights and depths of their collective emotions and thoughts.10 women
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First published November 1, 1983
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October 26, 2012
This is such a funny, real, and touching play. I love the all female cast and the contrasting ideals and views on gender roles, feminism, and mother-hood. I cannot wait to start working on this!!
May 20, 2026
Came across this play when an Irish theater actress in New York in 2009 introduced me to the raunchy and kind of shocking monologue given below. I wanted to read it for a long time. It’s a good play written in 90s but very relevant even today.
“ So what I do is this. I give him . . . Mr Godsgift . . . I give him the real Penthouse cliché, right. Lick my lips, touch myself, scream a bit, play scared when he steps out of his knickers, | mean — awestruck — and I get so very excited in the first number. I always try and break things in his bedroom — preferably something expensive — because I’m so wild for it — and I give out all the words. And I can get it done in a few minutes and, well, there he is, slack-jawed, grinning, notching me up on the barrel, three-quarters asleep. So I leave him for a few minutes, then kiss him like it was love — and then I get going on him for round two. Well! Bit of a laugh, bit nervous now, Mr Godsgift, bit sheepish . . . but it’s going to be a great story for his pals in the morning: “You should have seen this slag — she couldn’t get enough of it!’ And he makes ride number two, sometimes makes ride number three, perhaps, but he’s losing and he’s worried and he’s sore and he’s fucking terrified, and the NEXT time I make certain he falls apart. I’m surprised. I’m very disappointed he can’t make it. I even get angry with him. And then I get dressed and come home and stand under the shower and scrub him off me and if I could stand boiling water I’d boil myself clean to the marrow. ”
“ So what I do is this. I give him . . . Mr Godsgift . . . I give him the real Penthouse cliché, right. Lick my lips, touch myself, scream a bit, play scared when he steps out of his knickers, | mean — awestruck — and I get so very excited in the first number. I always try and break things in his bedroom — preferably something expensive — because I’m so wild for it — and I give out all the words. And I can get it done in a few minutes and, well, there he is, slack-jawed, grinning, notching me up on the barrel, three-quarters asleep. So I leave him for a few minutes, then kiss him like it was love — and then I get going on him for round two. Well! Bit of a laugh, bit nervous now, Mr Godsgift, bit sheepish . . . but it’s going to be a great story for his pals in the morning: “You should have seen this slag — she couldn’t get enough of it!’ And he makes ride number two, sometimes makes ride number three, perhaps, but he’s losing and he’s worried and he’s sore and he’s fucking terrified, and the NEXT time I make certain he falls apart. I’m surprised. I’m very disappointed he can’t make it. I even get angry with him. And then I get dressed and come home and stand under the shower and scrub him off me and if I could stand boiling water I’d boil myself clean to the marrow. ”
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