The Opposite of Sex

Damn it, Dedee!

What is the matter with you?|Why aren't you dressed yet?

You better get in there, missy,|and wear what I put out for you.

Do you hear me?

I'm not about to have you show up|in that crap you wear to school.

This isn't just any old day|of the week, you know.

You're gonna show me and your stepfather|some respect for once in your life.

If you're one of those people|who don't like movies...

where some person you can't see|talks the whole time...

and covers up all the holes|in the plot and...

at the end says, "I was never the same|after that summer"...

or whatever, like it was so deep|they can't stand it...

then you're out of luck. Things get|very complicated here very quick.

And my guess is you're not gonna be|up to it without me talking.

Lord, help me...

My name is Dedee Truitt.

I'm sixteen, and this is|Creve Coeur, Louisiana...

which is French, I think,|for like, f***ed heart.

My mother was the kind of mother|who always said...

she was her|daughter's best friend.

Whenever she did, I thought, great,|not only do I have a shitty mother...

but my best friend's a loser|b*tch.

Dedee, honey, put the dirt on like I|told you how to.

She was all over me the day we|buried my stepfather.

That's not what I said!|What are you doing?

Les was a real a**hole.

To get cancer of the ass was,|like, poetic.

Almost as good as cancer|of the dick... if they have that.

I had to get out of there.

Look around. Wouldn't you?

This part where I take the gun is,|like, important.

It comes later, but I'm putting it|in here for foreshadowing.

Which we covered when we did Dickens.

If you're smart, you won't forget|I've got it.

Randy was a geek, but he was nicer|than a lot of the guys...

mostly because he was born with|only one ball.

And he was pretty nice to anyone who'd|sleep with him and not make fun of it.

- Go!|- You had to ignore the Christian stuff.

I told him I was going to my|grandma's in Memphis.

But where I was really going was|Indiana to see my brother Bill...

who was really only my|half-brother...

and who I'd seen once before|when I was a kid when my real dad died.

Bill's like dozens of years older|than me...

and a actual real-life homo and|a teacher...

which is kind of gross, I mean,|the combo.

But he had a lot of money from his|last boyfriend who died of AIDS.

And I needed a place to get my|sh*t together.

If you think I'm just plucky and|scrappy and all I need is love...

you're in over your head.

I don't have a heart of gold,|and I don't grow one later, okay?

But relax...

There's other people a lot nicer|coming up.

We call them losers.

Hello.

You're not Bill.

No, I'm Matt. Bill's at school.

Are you one of his students?

'Cause he really doesn't like|his students coming here.

It's okay, I'm his sister.

I gotta call you back.

I didn't know he had a sister.

Who are you?

Boyfriend.

Can I come in? I'm a real relation.

Yeah, come on.

Okey-dokey, butts out.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

You holding up the wall there, Joe?

No, I just can't go if anybody's|around.

There's a sentence here that's a|fragment. What is it?

Every...

Every Tuesday after Yearbook here?

Now how would you fix that?

I guess you could say,|Mr. Truitt blanks it hard...

here every Tuesday after|Yearbook?

Or just Tuesdays after Yearbook.

You don't need the every, right?

Yeah, I guess so. Can I go?

Probably not a good idea to use your|real name.

Phone call for Mr. Truitt.|Telephone call for Mr. Truitt.

- She's upset but--|- What is she upset about?

- she took a shower. I don't know.|- How did she get here?

- She took a bus.|- Can you believe this place?

Gays love houses. Tom, the dead|guy, was really loaded.

I'd already worked on the beautiful|dumb one. He helped out.

I laid it on kind of thick about|Mom drinking...

and how tough it was on me|watching my step dad die...

which is, like, so opposite.

And how it would give Mom and me a|chance to grieve in our own ways...

if there was a little distance|between us, just for the summer.

Plus, I'd clean for them, or tell|the maid places she missed.

Bill was like the definition of a|softie.

Matt didn't look like a fairy at|all.

But it was easy to see why he'd|screw around with Bill.

And a blow job is a blow job if|you're getting one.

If you're giving one, it's harder. But|even so, it's like rule one about sex.

If you don't breathe in, a person|can do anything for ten minutes.

A runaway.|It's like harboring a fugitive...

Everything was going great until|she showed up.

The sister of Tom, the dead guy.

That's how Bill met him.

She teaches next to him, and one day|she introduces him to her brother.

This is like eight years ago.

She probably thought they could|fish or play ball together.

And they end up with their d*cks|in each other's mouth.

She looked|like she never got over it.

Gross. But notice how pretty the|urn is.

That's typical gay.

I'm gonna clear the table.

No, no, but--|Matt and me.

What's your name again?

Lucia Dalury.

It's weird. How do you spell it?

L-U-C-I-A.

It should be pronounced Luchia.

When I was a kid learning how to|spell...

I thought they were just|pronouncing it wrong.

Because I have two sisters, Marcia|and Tricia.

C-I-A, sha.

So I decided it was pronounced|Lusha...

and it stuck. And now I kind of|like it.

Yeah, it makes you different.

Do you have a cigarette?

No, I don't.

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