Questions for LGBTQ Worldmaking
Edited By Dustin Bradley Goltz and Jason Zingsheim
7. Belinda and I
DUSTIN BRADLEY GOLTZ
(DUSTY sits center, holding a childhood blanket on his lap.)
DUSTY: In elementary school, I shared a bedroom with my brother, but on the days when my brother was away, or the nights he slept over at a friend’s or was off on a hockey trip, that room became the most exciting space I have ever inhabited. I was a young, thin, pale-skinned boy with hair so blond it was white. “Tow head,” they called me. My mother’s friends would caress my hair and say they would give anything to have hair like mine—long, shaggy, white, consistent. I understand that now. I’d give anything.
In that room I would spin in circles and turn from Diana Prince into a force to be reckoned with.
(DUSTY leaps onto a table, playfully, yet seductively.)
I’d transform to Wonder Women, and rescue major Steve Trevor, who was tied to a chair and we’d have the hottest, kinkiest sex (and I’d play both parts). I would dance my Sarah Jessica Parker, “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” dance, winning my rightful place as a DTV regular, and transform myself with soft yellow blankets, crisp white sheets, and an imagination that I now mourn. … An imagination that has long since been lost. An imagination whose absence is rendered present by the dull ache I feel in the times I am alone as an adult. Spaces of potential have turned...
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