Status Updates From Collected Plays Two

Same music. Same faces. Every week I see the weekend approaching. I can't see any further than that. It's dark there. Can you?

When you held my hand at the beach once upon a time, you probably told yourself that the space trapped between our hands was all we could
ask for and all we deserved.

Nothing. I just wanted to hear myself say your name.

A voice in me was making itself heard.

Leon: Our own subversive remix.

Jin Han: It's not subversive, it's just excessive.

Mike: Him. He came in and showed us.
Spelt it out in capital letters. I have what you can't get. You are what I can't be. He was our relationship
staring us in the face. Half of him is you and another
half is me.
Kiat: Like a son.
Mike:The son we never had.

What about pillow talk?

The pillows can do the talking. We'll just hold hands and fall asleep.

We can't be the only animals in the
world that cry.

We are.

if you pull that trigger, the gunshot will echo throughout this country's history.

If you kill him, you do not know what you will bring into this country. You have already brought with you hatred and paranoia and violence. Do you know what is the cause of a high percentage of teenage suicides? Do you know how many bright young boys will go into depression drifting from one unfulfilling relationship to
another? Do you know anything about self-loathing, and gay-bashing, and AIDS???!

Sometimes you are my son, sometimes you are not. But I will always be your mother.

You must wake up from wet dreams. Do not let it flood your life. Run for
dry land my child.

Because I am manly. I am top. I am tanned and toned. I am straight acting. I don't blow. I just fuck. On my body there are no open holes. There are no
open wounds. Every session I have with a guy is a dream. A wet dream. I can wake up from it.

Why do you think all gay men are women trapped in men's bodies?