The Party Is Over Page #5

What do you mean?

Well,

I think that you actually like

wearing old-timey women's clothes.

And maybe for the very reasons

you were just talking about,

you are drawn to

female clothes

from an era where there

were clear distinctions.

So you're saying I'm sort of like

a vintage transvestite, maybe.

Yeah, that's what I think.

Does that bother you?

I don't care. I'm not dating you.

Do you ever date?

No. Okay, well, what is this?

What do you call this?

Um, it's not a date.

Feels like one to me.

Oh, so you normally trick girls

into getting pizza with you?

Do you not want to date,

or what is it?

No, I don't. And I'm not

allowed to have boyfriends.

What? Are you 14?

I mean, who's keeping track?

Dude, I live

at home, okay?

My parents pay for my

college, car and phone,

and they don't think it's

something I'm entitled to.

It's something that I've earned,

and they could take it away.

Folks ready to order?

Yes, um...

No, we need

more time, please.

Just a couple

more minutes.

If you could just come back

later, that'd be great.

I'm sorry. I apologize.

Thank you. Sorry about that.

Can you have sex?

We could be having sex

all over this place.

Your parents wouldn't know. Yeah,

that's not something I'm worried about.

Why? You strike me as

such a, like, smart girl.

Obviously,

you're traditional,

but you're not ignorant

or delusional.

Thanks. Look, besides

observing tradition,

my priority is to have

a family one day.

And I don't want to f*** that up by getting

a venereal disease or getting pregnant.

You know that there are several

solutions to those problems.

Yeah, none of which

are 100%.

Okay, let's say

hypothetically

that I take you out

to dinner, okay?

And at first,

I'm very charming,

I'm witty,

I'm playful,

and then I effortlessly

make my way

into those

beautiful eyes,

and then I top that off

with some solid

soul-searching

life plans.

Why, at the end

of the night,

can't we make out a little,

and then, you know,

two dates later,

we masturbate each other?

Then you won't get a venereal

disease, and you won't get pregnant.

Look, if I was to let that

happen, it would be a mistake.

It would be a sign that

i wanted to marry you,

and I am way too young, and i

have way too much to accomplish.

And for you,

specifically,

besides the fact that

you have little tact,

you show little

restraint,

and you like to dress up

like an old woman,

I don't really know you,

so it just wouldn't

I want to see your hair. Be a thing

that I would be interested...

I want to see your hair.

Oh, Jesus.

I'm leaving.

Wait, sana, come on.

A**hole!

( Murmuring )

Excuse me.

Yeah, I'm wearing

a dress.

I don't like

what you're wearing.

Hey, guys.

Can I get a cig?

Here you go. Thank you.

Got a light?

Hey. Can I get

a ride on your bike?

Yeah.

Where are we going?

You'll see.

Having some trouble?

Yeah.

We must be going uphill a little.

Yeah.

Yeah. ( Grunts )

We see a satyr

with an erection

precariously

balancing

a fine vessel

on his tip.

However, what mysterious

satyrs did with their phalli

is not the only way we can figure

the erotic in ancient Greece.

In fact, an array

of vases have survived

that would make

any proper lady blush.

Scenes of the man

on top

or anal penetration

can be found exhibited in

many famous

European museums.

But these are not straightforward

examples of lovemaking

in terms of

post-feminist America.

The greeks,

the so-called founders

of our great

civilization,

were deeply

misogynistic.

Here we see a woman being

penetrated in both orifices.

Her body is simply a tool

for male satisfaction.

No different than

the cup she's painted on.

( Phone line ringing )

Hey, it's Nia. Leave a message.

Thanks.

( Beeps )

Nia, it's Fino.

Please, please

call me back.

Is Nia home?

No, she's not here.

I understand, within the

bounds of the fiction

you've created, why you

wouldn't want to talk to me.

But let's cut

the sh*t, okay?

Why the f*** are you

doing this to me?

I refuse to believe

that my memory of that night

is different from

what actually happened.

I refuse to believe that,

goddamn it!

You! Nia! ( Shouts ) Come on!

( Shouting )

All right, all right, all

right, all right! Calm down!

All right, all right.

All right.

Nice. That feels good, huh?

Yeah.

That a kid. All right,

let's go inside...

( Beeps )

"Have you seen

Noel's video yet?"

What the f***?

Yeah, my sleeves are rolled up.

My arms look great like this.

Yeah, they look great.

So, what's your deal, now?

What are you doing?

I got to go see my parents.

Nice.

Uh...

I don't...

I don't mean to sh*t

where I eat, but, uh,

do you think

i can get a "nug"?

How's that shitting

where you eat?

Well, I don't mean to make the

business where I make the sex.

I don't know.

Well, it's not

a problem.

You're my boyfriend.

You can have some pot.

I'm your boyfriend?

No?

No! Yeah!

No, yeah, it's...

I mean, we've only seen each

other three times, but...

Well, I like you.

Cool.

Yeah, I don't have

any on me, though.

Oh, then, you know,

it's fine.

Just go to my house, and I'll

let you find the pot yourself.

Okay.

Thief.

I'm walking out

on a dusty road

( chuckles )

the sky is blue

and my t-shirt's torn

up on a hill

i found my thrill

and down in the valley

i got my fill

isn't that lovely?

No, I disagree.

her skin was fair

and her hair was long

oh, god.

Oh, please, god, yes.

Oh. Oh!

and now we're in bed

and the day is done

( cat snarls, dog barking )

( Barking continues )

( Chattering )

You spent $5,000

in June.

We should make

a video together.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. A sex tape.

Classic style.

Who's the star?

Well, we share

top billing.

No way. In every sex

tape, there's a star.

It's either the guy

or the girl.

So who's it gonna be...

You or me?

Okay. You.

Well, if I'm the star,

then you need to pitch me

your idea for the movie,

and if I like it,

I'll agree to star in it.

Now I feel unprepared.

Hey, you'd better

make this count.

Okay. I'm just

gonna start

throwing stuff

out there.

And they're not all gonna be

great, but one is gonna catch.

I'm ready.

Okay.

Classic P.O.V.

I hold the camera

as I sensitively and

passionately dominate you.

The viewer sees

everything I see.

Wow. So that's

how you view me?

As some web cam

Internet slut?

Get creative, man.

Okay.

We dress up like pilgrims,

and we sit at the Thanksgiving

table, say grace,

go at it as awkward

and stilted as possible.

Funny, but not sexy.

( Laughs )

Oh.

Oh, "sexy."

Okay.

We film ourselves over the

course of a couple weeks

and edit a montage

of slow-motion orgasms

set to '80s

hair-metal music.

( Hair metal plays )

( Giggles )

No.

Well, sh*t,

that's all I got.

That's it?

Can't we just get drunk

on a boat and go for it?

Nope.

You can think about it

some more,

and I'll give you another

chance some other time.

Okay.

( Door shuts )

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