A woman?

You say to me that you are a woman~~

You a silly, brainless little child~~

Not even a girl~~

A woman~~Hah!!~~

Now come over here~~

To me~~

I  am old enough to pretend to be a woman, Sir~~and it’s Thanksgiving~~all sorts happen Thanksgiving~~

I have seen many a Thanksgiving Day, child~~many a one~~

Where are your clothes?~~

I thought you’d like me better without, Sir~~

Come closer~~

Look in my eyes~~

And Listen~~closely~~

To me~~

Look into my face~~

Memorize the entire terrain~~

Never forget it~~

When you see it again~~

Flee from it~~

In horror~~

Now memorize this~~

Sear it into it into your little child’s brain~~

There are two types of men in this world~~

Which types, Sir~~

Two~~

The sort of men who will use you~~

And the sort of men you can use~~

I am ~~

The first sort~~

Memorize this~~

Flee from me~~

In horror~~

The second sort of man is the sort who you can use~~

Flee to him~~

At great speed~~

The first is the sort of man who is said to be most common~~

That is an error~~

We are numerous~~

My sort~~

But far less numerous than the second sort~~

So, Sir~~I am to leave here now and seek out a man of this second sort?~~

Smart girl~~

Sterling Girl~~

Brilliant girl~~

Now leave immediately~~

Now!!~~

Don’t you favor me, Sir~~even a little~~

Even though I am a little girl~~

I can pretend to be a woman~~please?~~

Sir?~~

If I were younger perhaps~~

But I am not~~

Thank God~~

So~~leave and remember your little lesson of today~~

Must I go, Sir~~

Go!!~~

Now!!~~

And put on your clothes~~

Go and find  a man who you can use~~

Now go and find your mother~~

She is likely drinking~~

That’s all she does I hear these days~~

Now go off to find your drunken mother and remember~~

You now know far, far more than she ever did~~or will~~about men~~

Uncle Giovanni~~

Yes, my child~~

Just what do you do?

Do?~~

I?~~

Yes~~do you have an occupation?~~

What the devil is that?

You know~a job~~

A job…~~

A job…~~

A job…~~

Oh, that, heavens no~~

But~~

Yes uncle~~

If I’d been a girl~~

Yes~~

If I had taken up an occupation I think I would have been a swell whore.~~

A high-priced one, Uncle?~~

No dear~~

A very cheap one~~

Right off the boulevard~~

Oh?~~

Yes, dear, I think had I worked I would have been an exceptionally good, cheap whore~~

Or perhaps a President instead~~

If I’d failed at that higher calling~~

But I would not have failed~~at the higher calling~~you see~~that is as~~

I’ve all the makings of a truly fine, cheap, whore~~

And, that is not an easy thing to be good at dear~~

Why not uncle~~it seems so easy~~

You wait~~you’re just a child~~

You’ll soon get to find out sweet~~

Now~~off with you to mommy~~