Another
Day on Bleeker Street
Blanche:
So Jane Dear, did you have a good time down in the Village?
Jane:
~puff, puff~ Oh just hoppin’ Sister
Dear! All those Fags with their big muscles!
Blanche:
Yes Jane, there is a preponderance of muscle down there! ~laughs~ Jane…
Jane:
~drag, puff~ What d’ya want?
Blanche:
Are you sure Jane Dear that it’s correct for you to use the word “Fag”?
Jane:
Sure. Why not? It’s calling a spade a spade.
Blanche:
I know Dear but maybe it’s fine for them to call each other by that…
Jane:
What’chu getting at Blanche.
Blanche:
Well, maybe having someone not of that “ilk” use that word is not correct.
Jane:
Oh! ~puff, drag,puff~ I see what
you’re meaning Blanche. I should be one to call one.
Blanche:
That’s right Dear.
Jane:
Well ~puff, puff~ meybe I am kinda
“fag-like”.
Blanche:
~laughs gently~ Oh Jane Dear no. Now
I know that is incorrect!
Jane:
What?
Blanche:
What I mean is you’d be a Dyke not a Fag. It’s a question of gender.
Jane:
Really?
Doorbell rings.
Jane answers. From the hall we hear voices and Jane enters with a handsome,
hunk of a man, dressed only in shorts and a pair of white flip-flops.
Jane:
C’mon in Randy- ya big Fag. Meet my sister Blanche! She’s not a fag- so she
says…
Randy:
Hey Blanche. Nice to meet ya. The old “Fag Hag” here and I are going out for a
Beer.
Blanche:
You are?
Jane:
Yah! ~puff, puff~ Wanna come?
Blanche:
Oh…I dunno..
Randy:
C’mon Blanche. I’ll let you feel my left bicep. It’s really big!
Blanche:
Yes, Dear. I can see that.
Jane:
C’mon Blanche. You can be a “Hag” too. It’ll be fun. ~puff, puff~
Blanche:
Oh I suppose…but I am in this chair you know.
Randy:
No problem Blanche. Just hop onto my back and I’ll piggy you!
Blanche:
Grab my purse Jane. I don’t want to keep this young Adonis waiting!
Jane:
~puff, drag, puff~ Now you’re
talking!
They all giggle
like a gaggle of schoolgirls as they leave through the front door and out onto
Bleeker Street.
