Below is an actual thought process that followed after just finishing reading Eve Ensler's The Vagina Monologues. It's written in a frantic, thought-to-thought pattern with little continuity, just as it happened. I was hoping to capture the struggle that as a guy, I face; the struggle between who I was raised and want to be and what society and peers tell me to be.
I just read the monologues,
finished 'em in one sitting, I did.
With forty-five minutes until class starts,
I'll walk over and wait outside the room,
There's a girl ahead of me
her thong peeks up and winks at me from atop her waist
Stop it, Steven, stop it!
I was born to a single mother,
I was raised in a hair salon, I work in one,
Women have always been everywhere
Stop it Steven, Stop it
But the TV tells me I want that,
She needs to be a notch in my bedpost
and the scratches on my back
Look at that ass, I need as much as I can get
My sex life? No, I'm a guy, that couldn't possibly be private,
I need as much as I can get, and I need to tell everyone about it.
I'll tell everyone about her ass.
I'll do just what the tube says,
Stop it, Steven, stop it.
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