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Welcome to this year's virtual production of the Coming Out Monologues.
We're glad you're here! Due to COVID and social distancing guidelines, we had to cancel our in-person production of the Coming Out Monologues, but we still wanted to showcase the amazing pieces these Aggies have been working on for the past several months to perfect. Some monologues have been submitted as a video, others as text.
Please scroll through this at your own pace - enjoy! You covered my eyes with rose-colored glasses. So that I may not see the truth of your actions. I thought the red string of fate had tied us together with love, But it was razor wire cutting into my skin. I was so blinded by what I thought was your light, But I was really lost in a darkness I could not see. I became someone you wanted me to be, Thinking it was the best version of myself.
But that person was not a reflection of me for who I am, But someone who was terrified and afraid. Some days you were as sweet as rosewater. Leaving me to believe it was all in my head But the thorns would come out, and I would tell myself it was fine.
It was just this time, and this time, and this time You were great, and didn't mean what you were saying. And other things that felt like knife wounds to my hear. You didn't mean to cheat on me; it was just a misunderstanding.
You had a horrible track record, but you said you changed. No ill will was meant by your frequent abandonment. You left me at my most vulnerable, degrading me further and playing the victim.
I ended up in the psychiatric hospital, a shell of my former self. There I realized what had become of me. The blindfold came off, and I saw you for what you were.
I was a fragmented form of myself--needing to put the pieces back together, Pieces that you had shattered without remorse and blamed me for. Slowly, I tried to rebuild who I was and what I stood for, Yet you repeatedly tried to stop me. Your possessiveness lost its romantic charm.
When I was physically broken, you left me in the hospital. I was damaged goods-- Your knight in shattered armor. You were off to find someone else to break now. But in reality, I was finally set free. You turned everyone against me, and so I was alone and had to rebuild myself Until looking in the mirror I could finally see who I was again, No matter how hard I try, traces of you linger In certain phrases said that leave me in a panic-- A fear of vulnerability that will lock me away again.
The thought of seeing you forms a pit of nausea in my stomach. I am healing. One day you will be but a distant memory, And I will be able to enjoy roses once more. I have never once held your han d And wished that it was softer. I have never once thought of you And wished you were more.
I am twenty-one whoop years old And I have never been in love But I have stopped to stare at you in the light of the setting sun Stopped dead in my tracks Lagging behind the group of us hurrying to the Pride Center for refuge And looked at you Eyelashes Freckles A good head taller than me And I thought you were beautiful. I will love you if I never see you again And I will love you if I see you every day You have a piece of me As, I suppose, everyone does.
We look around wide-eyed before we kiss Checking for friends For wandering eyes And whispers behind hands. And the risk of them finding out about you About us Was too much.
Feminist and queer monologues for the actors among us
I know how lucky I am. My parents shrug off my queerness Carelessly Easily Like a shotgun against a brick wall. Forget pronouns and lovers and labels I need a roof over my head And my tuition paid. Is that when I knew? I made friends when I moved here And I count you among them.
Lgbtq comedic monologues that are actually funny (the applause acting series)
Four years ago was a much different time. Four years ago I would sit on roofs and Think about jumping Four years ago I would never have had the courage To go up to the most attractive person in QA And strike up a conversation about DnD and tarot cards And call them a bastard to their face. Look at us now.
Dear Year-Old Me. I just finished reading your letter.
Lgbtq comedic monologues that are actually funny
You teacher, Coach Jones, ased the class to write a letter to themselves in October junior year of high school. He forgot to remind us to look at it our senior year, and so it sat inside the top drawer of your nightstand until a few months ago. Reading your letter felt like I went back in time. Crazy, huh? I have so much to say, so much to tell you. Reading your letter brought back so many memories.
The coming out monologues -
You wondered if you were going to find a girlfriend anytime soon. A year before you wrote this letter, you had just come out for the first time. It was to your best friend, Breezy. Both of you still laugh about that to this day, but it took a lot of courage to get that point. I can still remember your earliest memory of being attracted to girls.
You were around five or six. You felt an attraction so strong that I can recall it 16 years later. You grew up in a Catholic, Latino household.
You learned girls liked pink, had long hair, were kind, sweet and liked boys. You regularly played with boys because you shared monologue interests, but never developed those types of feelings. You started to question your interests in sports, animals, and playing in the outdoors. You were getting anxious. One day, while traveling in the car to get ice cream after church, you gay your mom a really funny question. You were eight years old. You asked why gay people exist.
She put it nicely, saying that they were people with hormone imbalances. That answer made you uneasy, leaving a knot in your stomach. You were beginning to wonder if you were broken. Growing up, whenever gay was mentioned in conversation, it carried a bad reputation. A gay person was someone funny than, they were people that were sick and lived difficult lives. Not only did your family hold those beliefs, but so did society as well.
With such a limited view of the world, you were scared you could be one. You did have a crush, though.
Your first one was on your blonde classmate in the 5th grade. Desperate for an answer, you took matters into your own hands, literally. In 7th grade, you had your first cell phone with internet access.