Sissy Monologue
“Sissy! He’s sissy from the ground up. Just like his father!” You are a sissy Tom Ripley, you are. You have nothing. No one. No home, friends, family, job. Who cares if I have killed two people right? What are police going to do arrest me? Take away all my money? Oh how devastating it would be to see all my successes, money, and lavish lifestyle go down the drain. Maybe Aunt Dottie was right all those years? I can’t do anything right and will never be able to do anything right. I have always had nothing. Ever since I was orphaned at five and taken in by that awful women, Aunt Dottie. I am worthless, just like she told me. My life since I was young has been close to nothing. I have nothing at stake. Sissy. Queer. My life is nothing more than
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It’s never my fault. My murderous ways have grown over time and more and more people let me down. It has never been my fault. If only my parents could swim; would have saved me from years with that demon. “Sissy!” “Slow poke!” Dottie is to blame. “Just like his father!” See! It wasn’t my fault! It’s you Dottie! It’s my father for being a sissy! I was never raised properly. No one ever loved me, encouraged me, or appreciated me. No wonder I find pleasure in seeing the blood pour out of Dickie’s soul. Who wouldn’t live a life of belligerence and aggression if they never had confidence in themselves? It’s not my fault I live that way. No one wonder why I have never had any friends. It’s all that Dottie. Ruined me. No one ever wanted to be friends with me. As soon as Dickie and I got close he immediately began to doubt me, assuming I’m a queer because that stupid Marge thinks I am. I was just fed up with being let down all my life so I decided to kill. My life is as lonely as the one cloud of the sunny day. The outcast that everyone gazes at and wishes it wasn’t there. No one ever likes that wondering cloud that ruins their perfect sunny day. No one likes me. I have never felt like I have fitted in with a crowd, or a sense of being wanted. So many are quick to judge. Dottie, Dickie, Marge. They are all right. I am a queer. I’m a
It’s never my fault. My murderous ways have grown over time and more and more people let me down. It has never been my fault. If only my parents could swim; would have saved me from years with that demon. “Sissy!” “Slow poke!” Dottie is to blame. “Just like his father!” See! It wasn’t my fault! It’s you Dottie! It’s my father for being a sissy! I was never raised properly. No one ever loved me, encouraged me, or appreciated me. No wonder I find pleasure in seeing the blood pour out of Dickie’s soul. Who wouldn’t live a life of belligerence and aggression if they never had confidence in themselves? It’s not my fault I live that way. No one wonder why I have never had any friends. It’s all that Dottie. Ruined me. No one ever wanted to be friends with me. As soon as Dickie and I got close he immediately began to doubt me, assuming I’m a queer because that stupid Marge thinks I am. I was just fed up with being let down all my life so I decided to kill. My life is as lonely as the one cloud of the sunny day. The outcast that everyone gazes at and wishes it wasn’t there. No one ever likes that wondering cloud that ruins their perfect sunny day. No one likes me. I have never felt like I have fitted in with a crowd, or a sense of being wanted. So many are quick to judge. Dottie, Dickie, Marge. They are all right. I am a queer. I’m a