Becoming a lesbian reminds me of when I tried to learn sports
© 2017 Nessa Norich
(The Infinite Wrench: Week #33)
T stands on stage and shoots arrows or maybe just aims the bow a bunch.
Nessa runs on stage with a sweat band super eager, running in place.
Nessa: K! I’m here! I’m ready! I’m warm! I’m ready!
T: You’re late!
Nessa: Yes! I am! But I’m ready to do this!
T: Alright, relax a little, most of the effort is in showing up!
N: Right! - cool, yes I’m here. Can I try (goes to touch different parts of T’s body, not choosing one) … your bow?
T: You’re cute. Sure ya can… here ya go.
Nessa takes it and tries to aim it -
N: Am I doing it right??
T: You need to use your – checks Nessa’s nails – fingers - gentle but firm.
N: Now is this good?
I’m not good at this.
Tries to hand it back.
T: No, try! You’re doing fine - you just need good focus – and practice.
T gets behind Nessa and adjusts her.
T: Just like that.
N (slinks down to the floor): I’m not strong.
T: It’s not about being strong -
N: My hands are so small though!
T: Come on, let’s try again.
Tries to pull Nessa up.
N: I wanna see you do it.
T: You’re not gonna learn if I do it for you! Do you want to learn?
N: I wanna be good so bad!!!
T: OK, here we go. Keep your focus on what’s right in front of you, don’t take your eyes off of it. Shoot strait, direct and text at least once a day.
If Nessa makes it - they high 5 or hug or whatever.
Either way, play ends with:
Nessa: Even though I can sometimes be shitty, will you be patient with me? I really wanna be good.