The Language of Love
Directed by Laura Scrivano
Written by Kim Ho
Performed by Kim Ho
CHARLIE: I googled, “How to tell a guy you like him,” but all the results were about how much makeup to use. I wouldn’t dare say a word to him. I mean, how would I even start? “Hi Sam, hope your parents haven’t murdered each other yet. I’m gay. Are you gay? Do you want to cuddle, or something?”
Afraid that I’ll ask him to kiss me… and he’ll get the wrong idea. Think I’m a creep, y’know? It’s not ‘cause he’s a boy, he just happens to be one. And I can’t figure out whether that makes it wrong or special.
CHARLIE: I want what’s best for him; I really do. But I also want him for myself. I want to be what’s best for him.
Am I just being selfish? He’s my best friend, and he means more to me than any Band 6 exam mark. Maybe the best thing to do is just keep this inside, and squash it. But I don’t want to betray him. He trusts me. He opens up to me.
Shouldn’t I do the same?
CHARLIE: (imitating his friends teasing him) “Charlie’s a poofter.”
You always hear people say it’s “weird” and “just not normal.” But isn’t that the point of love? To transcend normalness and become something special? Maybe the French would even back me. I mean, amour is a masculine noun.