Scene From a Life.

[raybear]

Catch: Picture an apartment, a small one, with a main room that opens into a kitchen and eating nook area. There are a few doors that are assumed to lead to a bedroom, bath, and exit. The room is big enough for an overstuffed sofa, a coffee table, and an armchair. The kitchen has exposed brick wall, with a painting....

Sig:(interrupting) You are such a fag.

Catch: Oh, fuck you.

Sig: Gladly.

Catch: Yeah, yeah, blah blah. Are you finished with me?

Sig: This is so unnecessary. No one cares what the hell it looks like. They're just going to picture as either their first home or first dorm of the apartment from Seinfeld. Just get on with it.

Catch: Fine. (folds arms and looks expectantly)

(beat)

Sig: Now what?

Catch: It's your line.

Sig: Oh.

(They change places.)

Catch: By the way, before we start, I must state for the record that you're a much bigger fag.

Sig:(ignores him and starts) How are you going? Did that feel good?

Catch: Yeah, yeah. I really liked it when you...did that...with your....hips.

Sig: What thing?

Catch: You know...when you were on top....

Sig: Oh yeah. That felt pretty nice. I'm glad you liked it.

Catch: I like when we discover something new.

Sig: Me too. Makes me feel more inside.

Catch: What do you mean?

Sig: Like I'm not all focused on a few square inches of my body. Like all muscles are being exerted.

Catch: Speaking of muscles, I think I pulled something in my shoulder.

Sig: When?

Catch: After you came. Well, more in the middle of it. I didn't want to distract from the moment....but it was a bit painful.

Sig: But not in a good way, huh?

Catch: No, not really.

(beat)

Sig: What's it like to be inside of someone?

Catch: What do you mean?

Sig: To have some part of your body be completely inside another person.

Catch: You know exactly what it's like. What are you talking about?

Sig: It's different.

Catch: How?

Sig: It's not real.

Catch: Sure it is. We've exchanged many items into various orifices in a multitude of ways....

Sig: That's not what I mean.

Catch: Are you asking about fluids or something?

Sig: Yeah. No. Not really. I mean the act of being inside. I don't feel I know what it's like. I can describe the geography, the anatomy, the smell and the taste. But I don't know what it feels like.

Catch: I'm still not sure what you're asking. You're being ridiculous.

Sig: It's why I'm obsessed with porn.

Catch: What does that have to do with anything?

Sig: Because it's fucking and acting like being inside of someone is the end all, be all. It's so completely unreal, I feel that I have an excellent chance to know what's really going on. But I can't.

Catch: Why not?

Sig: Because I don't know.

Catch: Why can't you figure it out?

Sig: That's what I'm trying to do.

Catch: No, you're not. You're asking me.

Sig: Oh.