Gypsy 83 Page #2

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Maybe she could explain.

You know the reason, baby.

l know.

You dont ever wish

you went with her?

Everything l need

to make me happy...

is right here in this room.

This is the life.

Last night, l dreamt

we were in New York City.

We decided to stay.

We never came back.

Thats a good idea.

Then you could completely

drop out of school...

and trash your 4.0.

Thats smart.

Yeah.

F*** it.

l dont...

l cant go.

lts just shitty timing,

you know.

Maybe next year we could go.

We could plan more.

No, we could be dead

next year.

lm sorry, sweet child.

Youve been talking about

getting out of Sandusky...

since l met you.

Yeah. Well,

Sanduskys not that bad.

My dads here.

OK. Look me in the eye...

and tell me that youre

happy in Ohio.

lm happy in Ohio.

Did you just have an aneurysm?

Sometimes life is a tradeoff.

Youre eighteen,

and you dont get it.

Get off the gown.

Youre twenty-five,

and youre gonna be here...

until they bury your ass.

Admit it.

What about our dreams?

My mom is alive.

She bailed on us.

Bye-bye.

When?

1983...

April thirteenth.

She moved to New York to be

a big-time rock star.

Ended up tending bar...

at Mother.

And you dont want to see her?

No. l dont really

give a sh*t about her.

Shes your mom.

Dont you f***ing

lecture me, kiddo.

Shes been dead to me

since before you were born.

lm sorry.

l bet you are.

Did you say good-bye?

You?

No. Were runaways!

Farewell, Sandusky!

l dont think

l ever want to have sex.

- lm serious.

- OK.

l just want someone to kiss...

with big, soft, delicious lips.

Hed have to smother me

in old-school romance.

l mean, candles and incense...

Moet and Chandon...

but only in a deserted castle

in the south of France.

Oh, my God. You are so much more

of a girl than l am.

Sex just seems so...messy.

Oh, no, no.

Sex can be awesome.

Not that l would

remember, but...

Maybe you and l should try.

l think lm past my wayward-sex

fag-hag test-f*** phase...

but thank you for the offer.

lts just been there,

done that.

At least ld know for sure.

Honey, youre a queer,

with a capital Q.

OK, you know what?

Some of us...

dont care to be defined

by our sexuality.

OK. Sorry.

Can l ask you a question?

What?

Are you gay?

Yes! But l dont have anything

in common with those people.

l mean, like l give a rats ass

about Judy Garland...

or...Stonewall.

Being queer is

a very small part of me.

Yeah, whatever.

Wow.

So much beauty...

all in one place.

Please give

a warm welcome...

to international

recording artist...

and karaoke hostess

extraordinaire...

Miss Bambi LeBleau.

We love you, Bambi!

Maestro.

Yeah, girl!

When Sunny gets blue

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