Writing a new misogynist play that’s disguised as a philosophical play

[Vermilioncore]

It’s like a Trojan horse.


Basically the play starts out with a pitch black stage. Two spotlights then appear on either sides of the stage. From the left is a mans voice and on the right is another mans voice.

They are both dead and the voices are their consciousness. They both remark on how weird it is to still “be” despite losing their bodies. They also say it’s weird how it feels like they’re waiting for something. They talk about heaven and hell and how they thought the afterlife was real and that if it wasn’t real, they would’ve thought death is lack of consciousness. But now they are both stuck there without bodies and forever awake.

The play at first seems interesting and psychological and philosophical.

But then they start talking about their lives and how they wish they had pussy and how one of them raped and the other one was incel and the story just turns into two women hating men talking about pussy forever.

I won’t spoil the rest. But I’m trying to get my local theater to help me put a show

 

[PigskinfromPortland]

it hs to be two godfearing men talking about theodicy and referencing aristotle and other old farts, then midway they talk about why stinky pussy that smells like fish is so addictive and in the end one outs himself as a pedo and the other becomes the deviland tosses him into the 9th circle of hell