
One of the nice things about being
The Tiny Company Called Me is I get to make decisions I once upon a time had to negotiate with others when I was part of someone else's overhead. Of course this is also one of the challenges in being The Tiny Company Called Me, but that's another story.
Today I've decided to give away some stuff to my youth worker friends...at least the ones who use comedy, drama, and other kinds of storytelling to engage the people they're trying to help into adulthood.
First up,
Mango Sex, a monologue about sexual responsibility. Normally, it costs two bucks, but
you can download it free, complete with discussion questions.
If you're not a youth worker or storyteller, you might enjoy this piece anyway. It's mildly humorous and, who knows? maybe you know someone who would like it.
Jules, it should be noted, is a 15 year-old sophomore. Pity the fool who tries to date this girl.
JULES
OK, I don’t wanna get struck by lightning or anything but look: Do you seriously want me to believe God would make something as cool as sex and then tell people to stay away from it? I mean, really?
Because I find that hard to believe. I think that’s like God saying, “Don’t look at the mountains, don’t go in the ocean, don’t eat the apples.”
Oh, wait, I guess that’s the argument isn’t it; That whole apple thing. I don’t know where that comes from. Someone with an inappropriate love for apples I guess.
If I wrote it, it would be “don’t eat the mangoes.” You ever have a fresh ripe mango? I gotta tell you: if sex is better than that, don’t count on seeing much of me once I get started. I mean, please: mango sex? I don’t see why God wouldn’t want that for everyone.