Confessions: Joanne

OHMYGOSH! I ACTUALLY PUT UP A CHAPTER! Joanne lets loose in this one.

"Just go."

"God, did Roger and Maureen wear you out that bad?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Joanne Marie Jefferson, and its… 1… 23 pm."

"Were you ever attracted to guys? Ever?"

"No, not really. I mean, I had no exposition to them, except for my father. I always had the best education money could buy. I went to Harvard, for God's sake! Anyway, my parents hired a nanny or something when I was very young. She was a feminist, which exposed me to switching gender roles and things like that. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure she was a lesbian too. So, when I ran around the house screeching, 'I am woman, hear me roar', at five years old, they got rid of her so fast, my head spun. Mum tried staying home for about two weeks before I drove her insane with questions like, 'Why doesn't Daddy have to wear a dress to church?' The impression had been made. Remember how I said I had the best education money could buy? After the fiasco with Mum, they shipped me off to an all-girls' private elementary school. After graduating from there, I was off to Miss Porter's, where I met the infamous French Ambassador's Daughter, who all the other girls affectionately referred to as 'le dyke.' She was my roommate. And remember that Christmas at the eleventh street lot, and you asked me where I'd learned to tango?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well… that's not all I learned to do."

"Oh, God. New topic. Did you always want to be a lawyer?"

"Yeah. I was always the way I am now. Largely argumentative, strong minded, willful. When I was a little girl, and my parents would buy me baby dolls and things like that, instead of playing 'mother', like I was supposed to, I lined them up and referred to them as 'gentlemen of the jury'. Stop laughing, its not that funny! It was all I ever knew! Mum was a lawyer, Dad was a lawyer, it only made sense that's how I would end up."

"Do you like what you do? Do you ever feel different from the rest of us?"

"Well, of course I feel different! I'm the only one wit a steady job, for one. But also, you all seem so free, so… like you don't have to care about things I care about. I know I bring the anxiety on myself, but I sort of have to. I am addicted to stress. If I'm not under pressure, then I feel wasted, like I'm useless. You have your camera and stuff to let yourself go, I have my courtroom. Even if I lose, I feel like I'm doing something."

"What's your greatest wish or ambition?"

"Man, I don't know. To make an impact, I guess. I don't want to have done all this for nothing. And especially for the gay-lesbian community. People just can't see past two people of the same sex kissing. They don't understand that behind that, there's a real, genuine feeling of love and caring between the two. They just think we're trying to be different in the most obscene way we know how. Its just – infuriating how single-minded some people can be! Take my parents. When I came out to them, they wouldn't talk to me for months. I was the one thing wrong in their perfect, politically correct, fairytale lives."

"Who is your hero?"

"Sandra Day O'Connor"

"Who?"

"Never mind, ignoramus."

"Well, thank you, Joanne."

a/n: OHMYGOSH! FINALLY! I had a really hard time writing Joanne. Harder than anyone, except Collins. I don't know, I couldn't get into it. So I abandoned it, and then I got a review out of NOWHERE and I felt bad. So… here you go. I know its crappy, I just want to get to Mark, Angel, and the end chapter. Nope, no Benny chappie. I'd have a WAY hard time with that one. Sorry for the length, but like I said, I couldn't get into her head.