Do You Wanna?

-- This comes from a lot of places. One, I wanted to write a monologue about a guy who isn't 50 Cent talking about how he just wants to get with someone, and why does that make him a bad person? Two, I know a cutie who does a mean version of "Do You Wanna Touch?" Three, my goal of late has been to write confrontational, in-your-face monologues for the solo show that's coming up and how can you do that without taking on sex? I don't particularly feel a fondness for this character, as you can imagine, but that doesn't mean I don't want to hear what he has to say.--

"Do You Wanna?"

Do you wanna?
Stop
Talking
No
Never
I don't talk
Let's not talk
About you
I'm not interested
In you

Do you wanna?
Damn
Shut up
Flash yourself
And all your parts
And tell me that you wanna
What?
Talk
Fuck
Screw you
I don't want to talk
I wanna
Let's
Come on
Don't you?
Do you?
Fuck
Talk
Fine
Talk

What do you wanna
Talk
Go ahead
Don't cry
Screw your crying
Bang your head
I don't care
But you're not getting
More out of me then
Fuck
Talk
Go ahead
I don't care
That your Dad didn't love you
That your Mom was jealous of you
That your sister's your biggest competition
And that all your girlfriends won't be impressed
Unless you're best dressed
With the boy from the club
Who was so untameable
They were right
You were wrong
And you aren't taming me
Or making me
Your trophy
Fuck
Talk
Go ahead
Or do you wanna?
Cause we're gonna
Or you're gonna leave

I didn't sign up for this
Sweetheart
Baby
Angel
I didn't sign up
For marriage
A relationship
Or anything more
Than gratuitous nudity
And a good time
That's what you proposed
When you slut it up
And slum it down
You get thrown on a bed
And made to feel good
Sorry that it won't last
Past next week

Sorry we won't be cuddling
Dining
On nice dinners
Or meeting your parents
Who you hate
Or your friends
Who you hate
Or your ex-boyfriends
Who you want back
Fuck
That
Fuck
You
Take
Your Fucking
Clothes
Off

Do you wanna?
Do you wanna be bad
Is that why you're here?
I'm not into play-acting
So if I'm dealing with a schoolgirl
Who wants to be a hooker
I suggest you find another outlet
For your repressed energy
Your conflicted feminist ideology
You want to have sex like a man
This is sex with a man
Like a man
On top of a man
Dealing with men
Is a tricky business
Don't you know that?
Did Mommy not tell you that?
Sorry
Don't
Cry
If you cry
Then you're leaving
Got it?

Juliet
Check out
The notches in the bedpost
And tell me
If you think
I'm your Romeo
Or the father
Of your future children
Or the knight in shining armor
Or Zach Morris
Or Johnny Depp
Or your father
Tell me
Tell me
Tell me
Do you wanna?
No
Good
Go

Fuck
I'm not
Into this
Bullshit
Reasons
Why you're different
From other girls
You're not
You're a girl
There's no difference
All the same parts
All the same problems
All the same box of tissues
Go
Leave
Fuck
I'm tired
Of doing this
With every
Grown-up Lolita
Trying to hide her wrinkles

You think you know
What I'm looking for
But what if
I'm not looking
For anything
But tonight
In this bed
And what if
After you leave
I plan on getting a gun
And blowing my brains out
Because maybe I'm sick
Of listening to girls like you
Tell me
About themselves
Maybe
It's turned into
A parade of white noise
That crawls into my ears
And begins pounding
On the insides of my skull
Until I can't take it anymore

Maybe
Just maybe
I'm not this way
Because of my childhood
Or past hurts
Or past break-ups
Or my past
Maybe
I'm just an asshole
Would that be too scary for you?
To think
That maybe
There are guys out there
Who can't be healed
Because there's really
Nothing
Wrong with them?

Would that be too much
For you
To wrap your self-help book around?
Well
Sorry
What?
Talk
Don't cry
Talk
Fuck
Never mind

You want a prince
Fine
Find one
But don't fuck the frog
Then wait for a miracle
Cause sometimes
He's just a frog

Sometimes it's not Say Anything
Sometimes it's not a prince
Sometimes there's disappointment

So

Do you wanna?
Do you still wanna?
Do you?
Well?
C'mon
Do you?

. . . . .

Thought so