This Is Not My Beautiful!
by Jonathon Irons
A Red Theater Collective member holds up a largish white canvas on which is painted a black & white line drawing of a man's pelvis, directly in front of JON's actual pelvis.
Two more Reds hold up similar canvasses of breasts and a woman's pelvis in front of SYDNEY.
JON removes his shirt, then drops his pants to his ankles (as is now customary), giving the impression that the drawing is covering a naked body.
SYDNEY does the same.
JON: This is a penis. Those are breasts. That is a vagina. You will not get to see them tonight. Because that is alcohol. If these were to be removed, you would be transformed into a group of slavering, carnal idiots, absolutely unable to contain your perverse lust.
SYDNEY: No one in this room decided this.
JON: We are scared of our own bodies. We are constantly terrified of what they will do if we let go for an instant, if we should ever glimpse what they really are.
SYDNEY: They are beautiful. They are the most beautiful form on this planet.
JON: I work in a video game store, where time and again I have sold mothers games that will let their children eviscerate a young German in the comfort of their own living room,
SYDNEY: (in Mom voice) "As long as there's no nudity."
JON: An entire decade of flower children could not reverse this stigma. The whole world laughs at us as we condemn our bodies and glorify their destruction.
SYDNEY: Do you want to know what will happen? If we remove them?
JON: Fine. I'll show you.
All three Reds whisk away the canvasses, revealing JON and SYDNEY in their underwear.
JON: Absolutely nothing. Because it's all been decided for us.