20th Century Women Page #5

aren't you?

The next time a guy

tells you a sex story...

You just have to agree

with everything he says...

and act like it's right.

Even if it's not, because they don't wanna

be contradicted.

They just wanna to live in

their fantasy lands.

How are you dealing?

With everything.

Whatever you think your life is

going to be like,

just know, it's not going to be

anything like that.

Right...

Take me to that club.

Tonight?

- Hey.

- Hi..

Wow, you look amazing...

Where are you going?

We're just gonna go out...

is that okay?

Oh yeah, of course... And where to?

Just going out.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Hide it there.

Hey, can I have a beer?

Now say I'm into older women.

- What?

- Just say it.

I'm into older women.

How old are you?

Age is a bourgeois construct.

Age is a bourgeois construct.

It's a good answer.

- Age is...

- Ok, ok, you've got it.

So now, if she asks too many questions...

You just say as little as possible, okay?

Now show me your most inscrutable face.

I don't really make choices...

About women...

They just...

They come to you.

You could have more than that.

But what about you? Why...?

I mean, what happened to Jamie's dad?

He just didn't turn out like

I thought he would.

I guess that happens...

There must've been something good about

him.

- He was left handed?

- That's it?

That's it?

And I was right handed. And...

So..In the morning...

We would look at the stock reports

together and...

He could write with his left hand

and scratch my back.

- And that's it!

- I loved that.

Do you you ever meditate?

I feel the air... coldness of the air.

Goes through my nose...

All I'm really doing is...

Bringing my attention back to my breath.

So when I take a breathe in...

There is a feeling...

Air going in...

Air going out...

It's a good feeling.

It's okay..good... I'm just gonna...

Go ahead...

I'm just gonna smoke...

I'm listening...

- I wanna get on the same page.

- You are such...

How did you get to be

this person that you are?

It's so... You're so unusual.

William's dad managed an auto

repair shop..

In Cleveland. Engines always made sense to

him.

He tried to put himself

through college, but couldn't afford it.

He met Theresa in 1963,

she was smart, brave,

better off,...

they were in love.

They moved to Oakland,

Then, to a commune in Sevastopol.

Well I learned to be like them.

You know?

As it turns out, it was a lot

easier than I thought it would be.

but it wasn't really me.

I was doing it for...

So that I wouldn't lose Theresa.

He started looking like them,

talking like them...

but they made him feel old and

uneducated and poor.

Theresa started thinking...

William was uptight and possessive and

she left him.

After Theresa women...

didn't have to look one way or the other.

Or be a certain way.

I think that I just...

I want to win them over

so that I won't be lonely.

- You live here?

- I do.

But, once I have them...

I don't really know what

to do with them.

- You want to do something later?

- Sleep.

I should go.

What he likes is making bowls...

He doesn't smell like

oil and grease...

his hands don't look like a dumb

mechanic's hands.

I've using small bowls for a while,

And when it gets little bit drier...

It's beautiful.

What?

Did you fix it?

Well, maybe.

It's part of Volkswagen now.

I had to improvise.

And how you're gonna get to

know a person way over there?

- What am I supposed to do?

- Just make a little small talk.

Introduce yourself...

ask her to dance...

- Okay, hello I am William...

- Hello...

Hello...

I live downstairs...

- Yeah.

- With the cars...

- Would you like to dance with me?

- Yes, sure.

Okay.

Put your hand out right,

Put the other hand here and just be there...

- All she wants is a little company.

- Oh good...

That's nice.

I feel like I understand you.

- We should get away from here.

- It's just me and you, you know?

Go up the coast... Be alone somewhere.

Jamie, You are in love with Julie...

You can't let it push you around.

You have to tell her what you want.

If you were to listen to it...

What does that mean... Art Fag?

I mean, what is...?

If you would've think about it

from more like a sociological perspective.

Where does that come from?

Art fag.

- What is that?

- Abbie understands it.

Abbie does not understand it,

she's just a part of it.

We don't need to like it.

Okay, what is he saying?

Head on my shoulders...

- going berserk.

- What?

- Is that interesting?

- I don't know.

I don't know either.

I think we're maybe over-thinking this.

Let's try the Art Fag one.

Here come the Art Fags.

Oh yeah.

What do you think?

That's it.

I guess we're more the art fag types.

I like that.

What're you looking at?

- inscrutable boy.

I gave him beer and then I...

taught him how to

verbally seduce women.

And...

we drove drunk, but I stopped that.

and then he kissed Trish

and then we walked home.

You're not mad?

You are mad...

You get to see him

out in the world as a person.

I never will.

Just...

There.

I can't believe

Abbie gave you this book.

It's interesting.

What's it like?

- For girls...

- What?

Sex?

Orgasms.

Do you really want to know

What it's like?

Yeah.

I don't have them.

What?

None of my friends do.

- So why do you do it?

- There's other reasons.

You know, like the way that

he looks at you...

the way they all get a little

desperate at some point.

And the little sounds that they make.

And their bodies...

Cause you don't exactly

know what they're gonna look like..

Or smell or feel like...

Until you do it.

But yeah...

Half the time I regret it.

The why do you do it?

Cause Half the time I don't regret it.

I am gregarious...

interested in others.

and I think intelligent...

All I ask is to get to know

people and...

to have them interested in knowing me.

I doubt whether I would marry

again and...

live that close to another individual.

But I remain invisible.

Don't pretend for a minute,

as you look at me that.

that I'm not as alive as you are.

and I do not suffer from the

category...

to which you are forcing me...

I think stripped down I look more

attractive than my ex-husband...

But I am sexually and socially obsolete.

And he is not.

I have a capacity now for

taking people as they are.

which I lacked at twenty.

I reach orgasm in half the time...

and I know how to please...

Yet I do not even dare show a man...

that I find him attractive.

If I do so, he may react

as if I had insulted him.

I am supposed to fulfill my...

small functions and vanish.

What do you think of all that?

I don't know...

Maybe, I'm a feminist?

So...

You think that's me...

No, I don't know.

So, you think you know me

better because you read that.

No, no.

Then why're you reading it to me?

I thought it was interesting.

Okay, well...

I don't need a book

to know about myself.

I'm sorry.

I mean, I appreciate that

you trying to help, I do...

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