Trevor

(I Diana Ross:
Theme from Mahogany

"Do You Know Where You're Going To?")

Do you know where you're going to?

Do you like the things

that life is showing you?

Where are you going to?

Do you know?

Do you get what you're hoping for?

When you look behind you

there's no open doors

What are you hoping for?

Do you know?

(gasps)

(Trevor) Dear Diary,

I'm now, like, totally convinced that Mom

and Dad couldn't care less if I live or die.

Last night I walked into the living room

while they were watching TV,

fell dead to the oor.

(Thud)

No response from them.

I think that television reruns have replaced

their natural spontaneity.

I mean, unless I'm on the 11 O'clock News, I

really don't think they'd care.

And even then they might sleep through it.

Dear Diary,

Today I talked to Walter Stiltman

about masturbation.

He said that I should be careful about

getting my sperm on my hands.

We looked at his sperm under a microscope

and we saw a lot of crazy activity!

Personally, I don't think it will make us deaf.

Anyway, I hope not.

It would be the worst thing in the world

if I couldn't listen to Diana Ross.

She's my absolute fave.

(I Diana Ross:
It's My Turn)

(Miming) I can't cover up my feelings

In the name of love

Or playing safe, for a while that was easy

And if living for myself

is what I'm guilty of

Go on and sentence me

I'll still be free

I have definitely decided to be Diana Ross

for Halloween.

Diana had to endure a lot of prejudice

while she was starting out,

and I will probably have to too.

(Miming) I hope you'll understand

This time's just for me

Because it's...

Dear Diary,

I've become best friends with Pinky Faraday.

You would think that a guy named Pinky

would be, well...you know, but he's not.

He's the star of the intermediate

baseball team in town and everything.

Being friends with him

means so much to me.

It's the next best thing

to being popular myself.

I think that if someone came to town

with a machine gun or something,

and threatened to kill Pinky,

I'd offer myself instead.

He definitely deserves to live.

Dear Diary,

Everybody cool is making out

at the Quality Courts Motel.

Cathy Quinn invited me.

She said it wouldn't mean anything,

it would be a controlled experiment.

(Girl) Stop that!

But to tell you the truth,

I had no trouble controlling myself.

It's not that she's not attractive,

it's just that I've had other things

on my mind.

(TV) Fame!

I'm gonna live forever

I'm gonna learn how to fly

r High

I feel it coming together

People will see me and cry

Dear Diary,

I've made up my mind about my future,

and tonight I explained it all to Pinky.

I told him...

Pinky, I've decided that the theatre

is to be my life.

Cool.

(They laugh)

Pinky is so understanding.

He's encouraging me totally in this pursuit.

(J' Anything Goes)

The world has gone mad today

And good's bad today

and black's white today

And day's night today

And the guys today that win a prize today

Are silly gigolos

And though I'm not a great romancer

I know that you're bound to answer

when I propose

Anything goes

Great. And again.

Dear Diary,

Last night I was totally and truly happy.

Pinky walked me almost all the way home

after play practice.

I told stupid Walter Stiltman

how I felt about Pinky.

He said that I should be careful

because he heard stories

about how boys do it with boys

and that's totally gross.

You could end up a pervert...

O!" WOFSG.

I've decided to undergo

voluntary shock treatments.

Hopefully this will cure me of having

dirty dreams about naked men...

and Pinky.

Dear Diary,

Today Mary Zapatelli

and Francine Antonicelli

informed me that the guys were talking

about me behind my back.

They said that! walk like a girl.

I could absolutely kill myself over this.

Naturally I denied it.

I even offered to give them a demonstration.

And when I was finished, I turned around,

and Mary and Francine were looking at me

as though I really had just killed myself.

I've definitely decided not to be Diana Ross

for Halloween.

(Funereal organ music)

Dear Diary,

Today I practised for my funeral.

It has been that kind of a day,

absolutely the worst day of my life ever.

I called Pinky at home last night,

his mother answered,

and she said that Pinky

couldn't speak to me

and that I should try not contacting him

any more.

I sat down and wrote Pinky a long letter

telling him what had happened

because I knew he knew nothing about it.

The next day I gave Pinky the letter.

At lunch he gave me one back.

It said that! was a fairy, a weak person,

and maybe didn't even deserve to live.

OK. I...

I'm not sure,

but I think this means that me and Pinky...

we're not best friends any more.

(I Diana Ross:

Ain't No Mountain High Enough)

Just remember what I told you

the day I set you free

Ain't no mountain high enough

Aha-ah

Ain't no valley low enough

Whoo-ooh

Ain't no river wide enough

A-ha

To keep me from you

Ain't no mountain high enough

Ain't no valley low enough

Ain't no river wide enough

to keep me from you

Ain't no mountain high enough

Nothing can keep me,

keep me from you

To whom this may concern,

I'm now like a prisoner in my own life.

Mom found my diary and read it.

Dad too.

I am now a person with no future,

and a past too horrible to think about.

Pray for me.

(Man) Bye-bye.

Father Joe came by our house today

and took me for a ride to the Dairy Creme.

I should have been suspicious. I mean,

to begin with, we're not that religious.

But it was only after! ordered

my black and white sundae,

and was sitting in the front seat of his car

like a total stooge,

that I realised this whole thing

was a miserable setup

between my parents and Father Joe.

The man's penis becomes blood-engorged.

It's hard.

And the man inserts it

into the vagina of the woman

which is lubricated with

its own natural juices.

I swear it was like gag city.

And just when I thought

I was grossed out to the max,

and humiliated to the point of never wanting

to have sex with a single living person

for the rest of my totally sorry life...

Trevor...

have you ever had desires,

and I'm talking about sexual desires,

for another boy?

Be honest with me.

I can help you if you're honest with me.

Did you ever, for example...

wanna touch another boy like...

and I'm not trying to suggest anything here,

but like Pinky Faraday?

I've decided to start a new life.

I'm going to change.

First, I will dye my hair and eyelashes.

Next! will change my name, my identity.

Then I'll change schools.

And maybe I'll go to Mexico.

And as of now,

I'm definitely changing my religion.

(Man) Trevor.

Dear Diary,

Today in English class

Mr Kienast asked me

to read aloud from my report

on the short story.

I chose for my topic the loss of innocence

as reected in literature.

(Sighs)

"The loss of innocence is brought about

"because of an experience

with no explanation.

"The character must experience this loss,

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