Getting Go, the Go Doc Project

Doc:
I don't WANT to be different. I don't wanna be... unique. I just wanna be... like everybody else.

Go:
As soon as you stick your thick prick up someone's butt, you lose that luxury.

Doc:
Is this pretty typical, dinner time at 4 a.m.?

Go:
Oh, yeah, for sure.

Doc:
There's no way you could eat like this every night.

Go:
Yeah, why not?

Doc:
I gain give pounds just by looking at food this late.

Go:
We've gotta eat to live...

Doc:
Yes, says the Adonis as he ingests 2000 calories at 4 a.m.

Doc:
You're shirtless for a living. I'm shirtless for showering and doctors' appointments.

Go:
Wait a minute. You're a virgin?

Doc:
I mean, no. I've had tons of oral sex, especially in high school, and especially in my senior year of high school. I mean, unless you are counting fingers, 'cause I have topped and bottomed digitally with varying degrees of success.

[both laugh]

Go:
Oh, my god.

Doc:
It's not funny.

Go:
You're f***in' adorable.

Doc:
No, I'm just scared.

Go:
Scared of what?

Doc:
Uhm... disease, pain, nudity, commitment, poop...

Doc:
[reading an Internet response] "Go-go, shmo-go, stripper-dripper, as long as you post a video of you f***ing said corn-filled ass, who CARES what you call him. Better yet, invite me along and I'll slam my grandpa sausage into both your bums." Really? Your "grandpa" sausage?

Go:
I've always wanted my own personal Andy Warhol.

Doc:
You mean the soup can guy?

Go:
[suddenly dubious] How old are you?

Doc:
All dressed up and a whole world of places to go.

Doc:
Do you like it when it's hot outside?

Go:
Yeah, it's whatever. It's a good excuse not to wear any underwear, right?

Doc:
[checking out Go's paintings] This you here?

Go:
That's a self-portrait, yeah.

Doc:
You don't really look like that, though.

Go:
If you take LSD, I'll look like that.

Go:
I'm a huge Elvis fan.

Doc:
[gazing at his Elvis bedcover] So you sleep with him every night.

Go:
My friend was telling me about, um, it's like class systems for, like, different kinds of gays, like Gold Star gays. If you've had sex with a girl, that means you're not a Gold Star gay. That means you're a Bronze gay.

Doc:
What's YOUR medal?

Go:
I'm not saying.

Doc:
Really?

Go:
Yeah.

Doc:
Do you have a favorite part of your body? Did I already ask you that?

Go:
I said my brain; you said I can't say that.

Doc:
Oh, right. You can't. Do you want to change your answer?

[Go laughs]

Doc:
Is there a way that you prefer your body hair?

Go:
Well, I guess it's really not up to me, 'cause I'm not the one with the cash and the fantasy.

Go:
So, you're like a middle-aged lady in bed? Lights out first?

Go:
You know, you really need to get laid more.

Doc:
I know.

[laughs]

Go:
If for nothing else then for the cause.

Doc:
Yeah? What's "the cause?"

Go:
Well... every time we f*** it's, like, a political statement. You know? And the mere act of us penetrating each other is, like, an exercise in freedom. And, I don't know about you, but I like to exercise my freedom as much as possible.

Doc:
I didn't know you were so patriotic.

Go:
The American flag on the door didn't give it away?

Go:
I don't want our uniqueness to keep disappearing into this void of political correctness and pop culture.

Doc:
My obsession has grown... into longing. It's like I wanna take care of him. I don't want him to make a living from the dollars of gropers anymore. I don't want him to seem as an object by anyone but me. I just want to rip that hat off his head so the world can see his eyes and not his ass. I'm really confused.

Doc:
It's so funny that people smile when they... are not happy sometimes. Like, I just smiled so big, but I'm not... happy. I'm just embarrassed and kind of, like, don't wanna tell you what I'm thinking.