My Love Affair with Marriage (2022) Movie Script

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My Love Affair With Marriage
Sakhalin Island, 1970
Prelude - INCEPTION
Mom!?
Im hungry!
Seven years and nine months ago,
Zelma: Age 7
the several hundred million of Zelma's
fathers sperm cells,
each carrying an entirely different set
of his genetic information,
entered Zelmas mothers body.
Within minutes most
of the cells turned out
to be unfit to continue the journey.
Following the trail of heat
emitted by the fallopian tubes
the remaining 375 cells crossed
through the passage of the cervix
into the uterus,
but only 97 were vital enough
to reach the entrances
of the two fallopian tubes.
After a brief struggle, 32 sperm cells
pushed their way into one of the tubes.
There they momentarily paused
to catch their breaths
and assess the direction
of a chemical trail.
Following the trail, 23
of them encountered
Zelmas Mothers egg cell
ready for fertilization.
The egg cell contained
a random selection
of one half of her Mother's
genetic information.
In the race to be the first
to penetrate the egg
there was only one winner.
The most vigorous sperm cell
fused with the egg.
The tightly packed chromosomes in the
tiny sperm cell then began to unpack.
The randomly picked chromosomes
of Zelmas fathers half set
combined with randomly picked chromosomes
of Zelmas mothers half set
forming a new full set
of chromosomes
a unique and unrepeatable
genetic combination
that was the basis of building
Zelmas body and personality.
Zelma! Come home at once!
Mom will be be angry!
Ill come right away, but later!
The chance of Zelma having
the same genetic makeup
as her sister born to the same
parents two years before
was one in one hundred trillion.
To prepare Zelma for survival in an
environment familiar to her parents
the process of turning on and off the
23,000 genes carried by the chromosomes
was influenced by the fact that both
Zelmas parents in their childhoods
had lived through
the trauma of air raids,
battle-field violence and
post-war starvation.
Although at the time
of Zelmas conception
the peace had lasted for
19 years and 3 months
Zelma's fetus was developing
a body and brain
amply capable of reacting
to external attacks.
For nine months, Zelmas fetus
received food and oxygen
from her mothers bloodstream.
Zelma and her mother
were biologically linked,
their heartbeats in tune
with each other.
It was a complex mother-fetus unity
that left an impact on
Zelmas brain development.
Before there was night
Before there was day
We humans were created
Out of clay.
Oh, we were so strong
So smart, full of charms
With two beautiful heads
Four legs and four arms.
The gods looked down
And saw we were a threat
The magnificent creatures
They would rather forget.
The gods licked their lips
And swords they drew
They sliced us with might
And split us in two.
Now weak and lost
Our halves wobble around
Searching for unity on every ground.
When two halves connect
It feels just right
This special event we call
Love at First Sight.
Marriage is your Destiny
You should patiently wait.
You're not a complete person
Without your Soul
Mate!
I am in the air! I dont care!
Because of her
hyperactive hypothalamus
by age seven Zelma knows
the basics of staying alive.
But basic survival is
just one part of life.
Part one - FORMATION
Age 8
After a ceremony officially
opening the new school year
I entered the 2nd grade,
class B, of 35 pupils.
As the new addition to the class,
I was to be the 36th.
In an instant, I noticed that the class
was clearly divided into two groups.
The first three rows
were occupied by girls
and the last three
were taken by boys.
No one but the 34 other pupils
noticed the abuse.
It was a scene staged just for me
with rules I didnt know yet
but felt the script
required me to act.
What are you doing?
Cut it out!
I said stop! Enough!
Stop it!
It was not the first time
I felt my life was in danger.
I always knew how
to fight my way out.
But this time I sensed
I had made a mistake.
There were 34 pairs of cold eyes
looking at me unforgivingly.
And then, I saw him.
Green eyes like green grass
full of promise.
Skin smooth like a
warm porcelain cup.
Cheeks rosy as if he, too,
was in flames with fever.
I felt a ZAP!
In an instant, I realized that until
this moment I was incomplete.
Here, in this classroom, was a person
that had powers I didnt know humans had.
I wanted to melt into,
merge with the boy.
I wanted to become...
Complete!
She is not a girl!
She fights!
She is not a girl!
She is not a girl!
What does it mean - I am not a girl?
Hi.
Is it because I fight?
Why are you looking at her?
I'm a girl and have
a girl repertoire.
Be like me
Borrow a move or two
From my library.
I dont show that I know.
I always miss.
Ignorance is a girls bliss.
I am bad at English.
Do you like me now?
I'm a girl and I wear sleek dresses
Smart skirts and snazzy boots.
Tight jerseys, trendy pants
and racy suits.
But I cant run in those!
Good girls dont run.
Being elegant is more fun.
Any form of attention
Is the right form of attention.
I am delighted to be in
your consideration:
Ill give you my full cooperation.
But what about my self respect?
ANY form of attention is a delight.
Do you like me now?
I am pretty, pretty easy on the eye
Like a sugar cup
And I know I am going to be pretty
Beautiful when I grow up.
I am not too short to be overlooked
Not too tall to smite with my height
Not too short and not too tall
I am just right!
I'm a girl and I'm weak
Just the thought of hard work
makes me meek
I dont carry heavy things
I leave that for kings.
But I feel strong.
Is that wrong?
Heres the deal:
No one cares how you feel.
All that matters is how you look.
Be a good girl
Emulate, imitate,
simulate by my book.
Ill be the best girl I can be.
Do you like me now?
To make sense of the new environment
that seemed full of unfamiliar dangers,
Zelmas still developing
limbic system tagged the boy
as a potential reward for overcoming
her status as an awkward newcomer.
This reward is great motivation for
Zelma to practice to be the girl
she hopes the boy will like.
I am a girl and I am weak.
I dont smite.
I am pretty... meek.
Quiet and submissive
I dont fight.
Look how this particular circuit
of neurons synchronize
their activity pattern.
As Zelma repeats her new gestures
those neural connections get strengthened
until they form a pathway.
Unused neurons and synaptic
connections get pruned
to make neural
transmissions efficient.
Zelma is effectively
changing herself.
Lets take a look at how the outside
world responds to her learning.
Age 9
He was coming to tell me that all the
attention he was giving to other girls
was a ploy to distract our enemies.
The one that he really loved was me.
Hi.
He was so close
we breathed the same air.
The molecules that touched him
were also touching me.
I would give everything I have
for you to love me.
Except for just one thing.
I dont have special talents
No need to compete
Boys hate to feel small
When girls cause their defeat.
But I can do it in secret.
Age 12
Want to walk with me?
I didnt need friends.
I was saving myself for love.
Love would make me complete.
It would make my body weightless
and everything would
become easy and fun.
My happiness would never stop.
Love was just too good
to give away to a friend
who could do none of those things.
They were right about you.
You are weird.
No one likes you.
Pervert.
Will Zelma scratch out
the eyes of this girl?
Lets see how her brain
processes the interaction.
First, Zelmas prefrontal cortex
observes the event and sends
a quick electrical impulse to her
hypothalamus for additional processing.
The hypothalamus perceives
the word "pervert" as an insult
and urges the prefrontal cortex to
initiate an assault on the offender.
At the same time it releases
a series of stress signals
preparing the body for fight.
The prefrontal cortex requests
the supplementary motor area
to imagine Zelma scratching
the girls eyes out.
After viewing the footage
the prefrontal cortex
determines that this would not
benefit Zelma in the long run
and vetoes the action.
At this moment Zelmas body,
thanks to the stress hormones,
is in full fight mode.
But look at what she does!
What an impressive manifestation
of self control!
The stress hormones, however, will
cause her to brood over this event
for the next two days.
The blood was a sign of war.
Just a moment before,
my body was intact and pure. Age 13
Now somewhere deep inside
was a wound, a tear, an affliction.
Mom!
Its not a war.
Not a war!
Not a tear.
Not a tear!
Not a wound.
Not a wound!
Its the start of
your monthly cycle.
You are on your way
to becoming a woman.
A woman!
The worst is ahead of you.
The world is full of traps
set just for us women.
Beware of everything
Especially men.
There are three simple rules
for a woman to succeed in life.
One: Be a virgin until you marry.
Two: Choose and marry well.
Three: Hold the marriage together
whatever it takes.
But how about love?
Sometimes love doesnt
work out that well
but you still have to stay married.
So, love your children
more than your husband
and everything will be all right.
Children?!
You have wide hips
delivery will be easy for you.
Before I forget - learn to cook.
Good cooking is key to keeping
your husbands love.
And keep your room in order!
Mess is death.
Order is life.
Become a good wife.
What do I do with this blood?
You bleed to be married!
Twenty eight days ago,
the pituitary gland
released a follicle-
stimulating hormone.
Together with estrogen
it started the process
of Zelmas ovaries preparing an egg
and thickening the lining
of her uterus to provide
nutrients for a possible fetus.
On day fourteen an egg
was released from her ovary
for ovulation, fertilization
and pregnancy.
Since Zelma didnt have
sexual intercourse,
no sperm fertilized the egg
the uterus lining was not needed
and is now discharged
causing her uterus
to bleed for the first time.
Age 14
Hey you!
Give me your money.
I was not going to show my fear
to a corpulent teenager
with a rusty pocket knife.
I considered my options.
I could fight and lose.
Or I could run and
save my two rubles.
But running would be too manly.
The womanly thing was
to plead for mercy.
I lied like a good woman.
I dont have any money.
I dont believe you.
Show me your backpack.
But I dont have any money.
He only knew how to threaten
not how to cut people.
Swear to your Communist Honor.
I had sworn to the
Communist Youth organization
to be honest at all times.
But Communist Honor
didnt mean a thing to me
compared to the shame
of being robbed.
I swear to my Communist Honor.
Okay.
Off you go.
As I started to walk away
I looked back at the pack of
small boys cowering behind him
like a pack of small dogs
submissive to their owner.
My Soul Mate was short for
his age, a bit of a runt.
Maybe because he smoked two packs a day
in the boys room during class breaks.
I didnt expect him to defend me or voice
objections to robbing me in the park.
There was no reason why anyone would
stand up for me, especially a boy
who didnt know he was
my future husband.
But in that moment, I suddenly saw
that I had been mistaken.
This was not my Soul Mate.
I was not learning to cook for this boy
who was robbing girls in a park.
My soul was better than that.
I was going to save my purity
for my true Soul Mate.
You have to look great for your man!
Thats the deal!
Exercise your sex appeal!
You have to look great for your man!
Thats the deal!
Exercise your sex appeal!
I wanted to be desired.
Age 15
You are so exquisitely beautiful
and so mysterious
Like Mona Lisa.
Finally someone saw
that I was special!
But I couldnt break the spell.
Mona Lisa doesnt move
she only smiles.
There was a reason why the man
gave Zelma the compliment.
Zelmas ovaries have been producing
estrogen for over a year now.
Together with calcium, vitamin D,
other minerals and hormones,
estrogen has been working
to build Zelmas bones.
Increased levels of this reproductive
hormone also make Zelmas lips fuller
and the skin on her cheeks
softer and redder.
It sends cues to potential
mates that she is fertile
and able to carry offspring.
I tried my newly-learned
womans powers
on high school seniors
at a local discotheque. Age 16
After three dances, they always wanted
to get fresh air in a nearby park
where they would attempt
to suck it out of my lungs.
Kissing made me feel powerful.
Their desire made
me feel in control.
But their unforgiving urgency...
Please, dont.
I cant.
I wont.
Okay then.
Lets go back.
Made me feel powerless.
With puberty Zelmas
prefrontal cortex,
the part of the brain that controls
impulses and emotions,
started to grow new synapses
causing her brain
to undergo major
neural restructuring.
At the same time
her nucleus accumbens,
the key player of the rewards
circuit, became hyperactive.
It made Zelma easily bored
with her usual surroundings
and motivated her to look for
new exciting experiences.
At this moment her underdeveloped
prefrontal cortex
which should control her urges
to plunge into the unknown,
is overwhelmed by the demands
of the nucleus accumbens.
As a result, Zelma is prone
to risky behavior.
I had been having an urgent case
of feeling out-of-place,
so I took an overnight train to another
town. But the people of that town,
so full of color and character
when I was back home,
upon my arrival became
inexplicably gray and ordinary.
So in the hope
of finding local flavor,
I went to an art gallery.
Age 17
So, whatd you think?
He was old and composed.
I was flattered that a stranger of
that age wanted my opinion on art.
But most likely he was
doing scientific research
on how immature and ignorant
the new generation was.
I decided to take his test
and surprise him.
I like the colors, but the
figures are a little too abstract.
It would be good to see more
sensuality in the nudes.
Sensuality? Hmm.
Your observations
are right on the mark.
One of these paintings won a
Grand Prix at Prague Biennale.
Can you tell which one?
This one is pretty good.
You really have a great eye.
Are you an artist?
No.
I am. These are my paintings.
The old man was an artist!
My heart started to beat faster
and my mouth dried up.
Would you like to join me
for some wine?
Spending time with an accomplished
artist would definitely
rub some of his talents
and accomplishments on me.
He would initiate me into
the esoteric knowledge of Art.
What an opportunity!
It was strange to be so close
to a stranger with no clothes on.
His breathing and heartbeats
were vaguely familiar
as if we had both run a
marathon in the same body,
but now had separated back
into our own casings.
I felt something so new
it didnt even have a name.
A feeling I did have a name for was:
disappointment.
Where were the fanfares?
The ceremonial fireworks?
And endless bouquets of white roses?
Where was the unity
of spirits and bodies
melting into one magical creature?
Losing my virginity turned out
to be a very ordinary act
involving some pain and
moderate unpleasantness,
not unlike weeding the rose bushes
in my fathers garden
with bare unprotected hands.
But encountering Another Human Being
so close for the first time
was new and frightening.
A part of my Self had been
dissolved into the Other.
The electric currents from
your head are so strong.
You're a thinker.
He knew me without me telling him.
You are beautiful.
I can see that youll get
a lot of marriage proposals.
Wait.
Did he mean that Id get
a lot of marriage proposals
while we were married?
I was confused.
I wanted to be part of his world,
the awards, the avant-garde crowd,
the power of fame and recognition.
But it seemed that losing my virginity
didnt quite accomplish that.
Will you...
marry me?
This was what I wanted to hear.
The key to the Promised Land.
The skin around his eyes was
crisscrossed with wrinkles,
and his cheeks were
slightly sagging.
He told me he was the age of Jesus,
but I felt he only said that
to scandalize me by
mentioning a religious figure.
He seemed so much older than Jesus.
Jesus had perfectly smooth cheeks!
I said the magic word...
Yes.
And waited a moment.
Nothing happened.
The magic must take place later then.
I needed to be alone for a moment.
I was drowning in a sea
of unfamiliarity
and needed to regain
my sense of self.
Just one hour to put
my thoughts in order.
I want to go home.
Ill call you.
August
There is no sense
of power in waiting.
Just as a child has
to wait to grow up,
a woman must wait for a phone call
from her future husband.
I hoped it was time well invested,
because every minute was torture.
September 5
September 12
September 28
October 2
October 16
October 23
October 29
November 4
November 18
November 23
November 30
December
Six months ago, I had asked
for more time to think it over.
I hadnt realized then
that I was given eternity.
Hey!
What kind of deviant Soul Mate
sets such a trap?
Soul Mate, my ass.
What a slap!
You fell into a trap!
Your virginity
was a surety.
You are doomed without your purity.
Whatcha gonna do now?
Whatcha gonna do now?
Whatcha gonna do now?
Zelmas hymen was a thin membrane
in the shape of a crescent
that stretched across part
of her vaginal opening.
Its purpose was to keep
out germs and dirt.
Although African Elephants and some
other mammals have hymens, too,
only humans attach social
importance to the hymen.
I have to come up with plan B.
Part two - IMPLEMENTATION
Sergeis parents had a great party
the night before Sergei: Age 8
with exuberant dancing, spirited
shouting and jubilant singing.
Sergei had listened to it
from his bedroom,
angry that he was in the prison
of being a child,
such happiness passing him by
within the mere thickness of a door.
His parents didnt have time
to clean the apartment
before they left for work
in the drabness of morning.
Now the dusty air mixed with
a stench of rank potato salad,
moldy sausage,
a slight whiff of puke...
and the cake tasted stale.
There was a half-liter jar
filled to the brim with clear liquid
that looked like water.
Sergei knew this was the vodka
his parents emptied
from the unfinished shot glasses
of their guests.
In comparison with the rest of the
apartment that seemed dull and gray,
this liquid emanated bright colors
of summer green-blue sea.
The world had become an
amazing feast of colors.
Sergei experienced a feeling
he had never had before -
that he was finally whole,
that he was complete
and at one with the world.
He staggered towards his room,
fell into bed, and passed out.
From the moment he was born,
Sergei was never sure if his mother
loved him or hated him.
You are so beautiful!
I love you!
Mom, my tooth hurts!
You are such a pest!
I hate you!
The continuous stress caused
Sergeis Amygdala
to constantly send urgent messages
to his Dorsomedial prefrontal cortex
demanding to resolve the conflict.
This kept Sergei under
never-ending anxiety.
A few minutes after entering
Sergeis digestive system
the psychoactive molecules
of alcohol flood Sergeis brain
and attach themselves
to his GABA-A receptors.
This hinders communication between
his overstimulated amygdala
and his prefrontal cortex making
him feel safe for the first time.
The alcohol also triggers
the release of endorphins
in the rewards pathway
of Sergeis brain.
It causes Sergei to
experience bliss.
The actions of the alcohol molecules
alter Sergeis neural pathways.
Sergei has learned how to
step out of his suffering.
Sergei: Age 19
The University dormitory
was 22 stories high
and hosted approximately
four thousand students
the majority of them MEN.
I could try out my moves!
Age 19
The attention felt good.
So many choices!
But it was also scary.
There was something
very dark about men.
Just like hungry wolves, men were capable
of tearing apart the things they loved.
They took my smile as an open invitation
to take anything they wanted.
For self-protection I had to look
cool and inaccessible.
To get ahead you need
to build a base,
so at some point in our lives
we have to form alliances
with the same sex.
This was easy with Darya -
we didnt compete
for the same things.
I love your hair.
Its like sliding my fingers down
glowing threads of pure gold.
The radiation saturates
my hand with light.
Oh, but I am sure my
hair is greasy and thin.
Would you like to borrow a book
of banned Pasternak poems?
Sure.
Have you eaten today?
I have some buckwheat porridge
with cheese.
I dont want food -
it will kill my high.
My friend Darya spent her free time
drinking and doing drugs.
She liked men who were boyish,
like unfinished homework.
She wanted to initiate them into
the spiritual side of narcotics.
God is in your hair.
Taking a small dose of LSD
lowered the blood flow
and electric activity
throughout Daryas
default mode network,
which forms Daryas sense of Self.
This causes Darya to experience
the dissolution of Self.
She is keenly aware that she,
Darya, is at the same time
the golden glow of Zelmas hair.
Daryas prefrontal cortex
interprets this as a mystic experience.
Age 20
It was like a hunch -
go to the right.
So I went to the right.
Turn left.
So I turned left.
Open this door.
I opened that door.
Sergei made it.
Who is Sergei?
You know, the most popular guy
at the parties.
He draws sometimes.
He's very talented.
He is over there,
if you want to meet him.
That very moment
I knew why I was there.
You.
Its you.
That smell.
It blows my mind.
Sergeis odor is made up of molecules
that contain information
about the genes of his
immune system called
the Major Histocompatibility Complex.
As a woman Zelma has fifty percent
more olfactory cells than Sergei
On top of that, when
Zelma is ovulating
her sense of smell is
heightened to the point
that she can detect
the scent of men whose
Major Histocompatibility Complex
is different from her own
indicating a greater possibility
for healthy offspring.
Sergeis Major Histocompatibility Complex
fits hers like a glove.
You have a nice smile.
He was my own body and soul
under the cloak of a stranger.
Now that the guises were off
I could see clearly -
we were one.
I didnt feel the limits
of my own body,
as I didnt feel the limits
of his body
and together we didnt have any
limits with the endless world.
The past had shriveled up
like an eaten apple
and the future expanded
in front of us
like a galaxy of
infinite possibilities.
Love like this never dies.
Love like this hardens
into a diamond
to be discovered
a million years from now.
We breathed as one.
Our hearts beat as one.
You are mine and only mine.
Now I will never be alone.
Please, dont fall asleep.
Sleep will separate us.
I want you to be with me
at all times.
He loved me.
I did not exist before I met you.
My soul was empty.
You fill me with purpose.
It feels good.
In fact, you are so good
that all those men before me?
I forgive you.
But...
No matter what you do,
I will always love you.
I will never let you go.
Will you marry me?
Yes!
Yes!
Yes!
I had cooked for him
17 times by now
and washed his socks three times.
I wanted him to ask me this question
and I was afraid of it.
But I didnt have time
to sort out my feelings.
It doesnt work when you ask
a man for time to think it over.
Yes!
Its so much better when
you use my moms recipe.
He liked my cooking!
I will always be there for you.
Always.
The moment Zelma
fell in love with Sergei,
her neurons started to release
three neurotransmitters:
norepinephrine,
serotonin
and dopamine.
They have three distinct
effects on Zelma.
Norepinephrine makes her nervous
in the presence of Sergei.
Serotonin makes her think
of nothing else but Sergei.
Dopamine triggers an
intense rush of pleasure,
increased energy, less need
for sleep and food,
and it gives her great focus.
It also makes Zelma feel
invincible and euphoric.
Aaaaaaaaah!
My baby!
My beloved Darya!
Why did I do this to you?
Please open your beautiful eyes,
please look at me,
please tell me you forgive me!
I beg you
There was a dark secret side
to the incomprehensible adult world
that neither books nor drugs
told us about. Age 21
What kind of world was it where
you made just one mistake
and you were dead?
Somewhere between the parties
and getting drunk, high or stoned,
Darya had gotten pregnant.
She couldnt believe that her body
would do such a thing,
so she carried on as if
nothing had changed
until her feet and hands
started to swell.
She was too afraid
to go to a doctor.
Besides, her mother had cursed her
for losing her virginity
and banned her from coming home.
Then Daryas whole body
started to swell.
When she had a seizure
we finally called an ambulance.
We were told that the baby had been
saved at the expense of his mother.
Now Daryas body was
permafrost cold,
her skin a bluish color,
coated with tiny ice crystals.
Forgive me, Please!
Forgive me!
Men dont die like this.
Men die heroically in wars.
A womans death is just so... banal.
Who dies in childbirth,
for fucks sake?
In the name of the State,
I welcome you here to honor the life
and mark the untimely death
of the friend you loved.
Uh... Darya Mishkina
was an outstanding citizen
of the
Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.
She was also a trusted friend
and a caring daughter.
Would you like to say anything?
Darya was a good woman.
She could take a lot of drink.
Please say goodbye
to your friend and daughter
Darya Mishkina.
Please close the lid.
I declare by law of the State
that Darya Mishkina now ceases
to be a citizen of the Soviet Union.
She is officially
dead.
Lets honor
Darya Mishkinas departure.
Darya was trying
to live life to the fullest
and maybe she made a mistake or two.
But life doesnt come
with a detailed manual.
Anybody can stumble.
It was unfair that the guys
she slept with got off the hook.
To be a woman is dangerous
and can be deadly.
I was so afraid to be a woman.
The world is an incomprehensible,
complicated place.
There are just too many shades in it.
I get lost in all the
variations and possibilities.
But the world, it turns out,
is very simple.
Just like a pimple,
The world is very simple.
It has only two parts -
Male and Female.
Male is everything rational.
Female is everything emotional.
Men are sane! Women are vain!
You can see it in nature -
air and earth have
different qualities, too.
Laws of nature, by the pair:
Yin and Yang, Earth and Air.
Love exists to keep the world
in balance and unity.
Women fall in love with men
because men are smart.
Men fall in love with women
because men need support.
Dont ruin the beauty
Of the natural plan.
Your woman's duty
Is to be with a man.
Better to be a rose
Than a wild flower.
Submission is your ultimate power.
In the name of the State,
I welcome you to this sunny hall.
Today you, the son and the daughter
of the
Union of Soviet Socialist Republics,
are joining lives together
as a Soviet family.
Your private love becomes official.
All people of our great country
are looking at your union with hope.
Dont disappoint them.
280 million people putting their
hopes on us was a lot of pressure.
Marriage turned out to be
more public than I expected.
As a representative of the State,
I am asking you,
Zelma Liepa
are you ready to fulfill the honorable
duties of wife and mother?
Yes.
Are you, Sergei Kholodenko,
ready to be a worthy
support to your wife?
Yes.
Please secure your union
with signatures.
By law of the Soviet Union,
with your mutual agreement
witnessed and sealed,
I now pronounce you
husband and wife.
You may kiss.
Dear guests and newlyweds,
let us honor this special moment.
Now he would always love me.
Unconditionally, like my family.
He forgave my lack of virginity,
forgave the bad meals I made for him
when I was new to cooking.
If he forgave me that
he would forgive my bad moods,
foul morning breath,
my menstruation,
my yeast infections
and my inferiority compared
to his abilities and talents.
I was a complete woman
with this man.
This marriage was made
to be a legend.
It would outlast our mortal bodies.
Zelmas initial attraction to Sergei
was turned into a hunger for him
with the help of oxytocin,
a neurotransmitter hormone
that Zelmas hypothalamus
produces and stores
in the pituitary gland every day.
When Sergei caresses and cuddles
with Zelma,
or simply holds her hand,
the stimulation causes
the pituitary gland
to release a large dose of oxytocin
into Zelmas rewards center
as well as in her brain areas
which are important in inhibiting
fears and promoting trust.
This generates in Zelma
feelings of security,
contentment and calm
when she is around Sergei,
and anxiety and fear
when she is not.
Continual activation of the oxytocin
receptors in Zelmas rewards center
makes Sergeis presence addictive.
Zelmas deep, intimate
bond with Sergei
drives her to trust his every word.
All your friends are
snobs and perverts.
I am afraid it might be contagious.
Besides, they dont like me.
Stay away from them.
You're right. You are so right.
Their anger is contagious.
All my friends adore you.
They are so smart,
though a bit socially awkward.
Youre clever and good-looking.
They might fall in love with you.
I prefer you stay away from them.
Yes, I can see that,
cute but socially awkward.
I am not interested
in their books and flowers.
All you need is me.
Oxytocin is a neurotransmitter
with pretty diverse actions.
When released in
Zelmas rewards center
it expedites her addiction
to Sergei.
When released in Zelmas amygdala
it generates bias against people
outside her special bond.
Oxytocin also works
in larger groups,
holding together
like-minded individuals
in religious organizations,
political parties
or fans of sports teams.
A by-product of this group bond
is hostility towards outsiders.
Your ass is sagging there
right under the cheeks.
Gross.
And your feet are huge.
They look like skis.
Ive never seen feet
like that on a woman.
You look like a freak or a pervert.
Halt!
This is your fault!
I should not have undressed
in full light in front of my husband.
This is how a woman
loses her mystique.
A womans skin is better imagined,
not when seen in all
its imperfections.
It was my fault.
Without me, you wouldnt
know your flaws.
I hate to be afraid to lose you.
I wish I didnt have these feelings.
I am scared of needing you so much.
You've played a trick on me.
You have bewitched me.
Dont be afraid.
I am there for you.
You dont shake it correctly.
You have to shake it: tat tat ah!
But you go: tati tati tah!
Does it matter how I shake
as long as the soup is salted?
When you do it that way
you look stupid.
This shaky salt
Is all your fault!
He was right -
a wife should be the body, blood
and soul of her husband.
She should be able to read
his mind and wishes.
I had to try harder.
My mother made seams
perfectly straight.
I cant wear clothes
that have crooked seams.
They look pretty straight to me.
See?
They are not.
Unpick the seams
and make them perfect.
Or do you want me to ask my mother
to make pants for me?
There is only one woman
a new wife must truly fear:
her husbands mother.
She will never forgive a failure
to provide for her son.
Ill do it.
When I get loads of money,
Ill rent a better
apartment downtown,
buy a Mercedes for everyday use
and an Alfa Romeo for when I go out.
It must have hurt his feelings
not to have a job.
To be a man with all the
pressures to succeed
while the world plots
obstacles in your way
had to be very demoralizing.
The least I could do was be his safe
haven and boost his confidence.
You are not eating?
I am not hungry.
I hoped that we would have
a better apartment,
that he would get a Mercedes,
that I would eat many meals.
That he would have a job one day.
Or, that he might let me go to work.
Come on,
how many more do you have there?
Maybe four hours?
I want to go with you to the party.
Can you help me, please?
I told you not to take the job!
But we need the money.
And its work at home.
I knew youd get stuck on
this job with a deadline.
But if you help me?
Uh-uh-uh. I didnt take the job.
Its not my responsibility.
I hope youll be done with this
by the time I get back.
I hate seeing those beads.
They are so pass and cheap.
This is unfair!
A man is free to pursue his deeds.
A woman must work on her beads.
Get lost!
Tick Tack! He wont come back.
Zelmas amygdala detects
Sergeis departure
as a threat to Zelmas well-being
and sends a signal to several brain
regions for additional processing.
Together, they interpret
Sergeis departure
as abandonment
and social humiliation.
Zelmas activated amygdala
then triggers
a fear response in the hypothalamus
that sends a signal to the
endocrine system
to release adrenaline and cortisol.
These stress hormones
increase Zelmas heart rate
and boost her energy and alertness
readying her for a
"fight-or-flight" response.
Meanwhile, Zelmas levels
of oxytocin keep going down
causing withdrawal symptoms
of craving and agitation.
At the moment,
Zelmas prefrontal cortex
struggles to keep Zelmas
focus on the beads.
Tick Tack! He wont come back.
Tick Tack! He wont come back.
Tick Tack! He wont come back.
Tick Tack! He wont come back.
Tick Tack! He wont come back.
Tick Tack! He wont come back.
She meant nothing to me.
It wouldnt have happened
if you didnt get that stupid job.
But there at the party I was by
myself, what do you expect?
I am only a man.
She was an empty shell
compared to you.
You are the love of my life.
You are everything I have.
Come on.
You are a woman.
You have to forgive your husband.
And I missed you.
Just let me hold you.
I love you.
It doesnt seem that way.
Love is a feeling. It is not an act.
You cant see it, but my love
for you is so gigantic
that trying to fit it into my body
hurts my whole being.
Come to me.
Stop the hurt.
Haaaah-aaaaah
The moment Sergei touches Zelma,
oxytocin and dopamine are released
into Zelmas reward pathways again
causing a rush of euphoria.
You are so special.
Did they pay you for the job?
Yes.
Let me see the money.
My friends took care
of me for two days.
Do you think all those fancy restaurants
and fine vodka were cheap?
Now I have to reciprocate.
Ill be back.
I couldnt do this.
To be squeezed between
feelings of anger and love.
I had to cut my ties with him.
I wanted him to die.
Zelmas anger activates regions
in her cerebral cortex
in charge of positive
approach behaviors.
Her stress hormone cortisol levels
now start to decrease
indicating that Zelma is ready
to address the problem.
I like them.
I think I could sell these.
But why are they not signed?
Did God make them?
I am not so arrogant
to think that a Divine
creature channels its
vision through me.
Then sign the drawings.
Like a male dog marking its territory
by pissing on street corners,
I pissed my signature
onto my drawings.
Before they were anonymous
like clouds in the sky.
After putting my name
on the drawings
they became mine.
The signature created a new me,
the Artist.
Are you there, my love?
Love!
Love!
His voice was so special.
He was unforgettable.
Do we have to shout?
Work it out!
Get back together!
Marriage is forever!
I am sorry.
He was sorry and I was sorry.
We had learned from our mistakes.
We had to be together, because this
was a marriage forged by Destiny.
It was love.
I missed you.
Nothing tastes the same without you.
I need you.
I am back.
Nothing compares with you.
You are part of me,
I am part of you.
This time well make it work.
What influenced Zelmas decision
to return to Sergei?
Lets go back to the powerful
neurotransmitter oxytocin.
Besides other functions,
oxytocin is a key component
in uterine contractions
at childbirth
and releasing milk
when breastfeeding.
Because Zelmas estrogen multiplies
the effects of oxytocin
she experiences oxytocin withdrawal
more painfully than Sergei.
And she is more susceptible
to the oxytocin high
when it flows in her brain
once again.
But the feeling of love lasts only
as long as Zelma and Sergei
are both able to extend
the effects of oxytocin.
You know why I am so hung up on you?
Because I feel that at any moment
Ill break you in.
You are so soft and pliant
on the surface,
but there is some part
of you that is tough.
I know that one day Ill tame you.
Remember, no one can possibly
love you more than me.
Uh-huh
I am very supportive of you.
Yes.
I am so happy the gallery
likes your work.
But this is such a beautiful day.
Please stay.
Spend the whole day with me.
Just one day.
You can come with me.
No, you stay with me.
I will never let you go.
Let me through.
You cant be more
successful than me.
Thats not good for the marriage.
The moment I was certain I was going to
die from the hands of the man I loved,
the man I used to love,
I realized that I wanted to sign a
thousand more drawings before I died.
I am sorry.
Please forgive me.
We are both at fault, but this
time Ill make an exception
and wont ask you to apologize.
I am asking you to forgive me.
Please.
I love you.
Love is just a word for you.
Love is a destruction,
an obsession,
a manipulation.
Love is a disease.
Love had brought me to
a deep hidden place
where I found so much anger,
resentment and violence
I could start a thousand wars.
It had to stop.
I vowed that I would
never love again.
You will never make it alone.
Alone!
Without me you are a
dumpling without a filling.
No filling!
Age 25
I have to come up with plan C.
Part three - RECONSIDERATION
Bo: Age 8
Bos parents had a party the night before
and didnt have time to clean up
before leaving for work,
so the apartment was a mess.
Usually Bo and his sister were barred
from entering their parents bedroom,
as if it was a sanctuary, where
only adults were permitted.
Now the door to the room
was half open.
He remembered the dress
his mother wore to the party
and had an urge to look at it.
Nothing fit, but with
a gnawing feeling
that this was so right and so good,
Bo turned to the wall mirror.
The moment he saw
his own reflection,
he felt complete and
at one with the world.
As a fetus Bo experienced
fluctuating levels
of estrogen,
testosterone,
and other hormones.
This left an impact on his brain.
Age 28
People always like to know
how lovers met
and how they fell in love.
As if it could give them
a map to their own fate.
The Soviet Union went down swiftly,
covering us all with dust.
The economy collapsed,
then it collapsed again
and when you thought
it couldnt get worse,
it collapsed again.
Only a few men knew how to negotiate
with other well-positioned men
to make a living in this world
where public property
was appropriated
in the shadows by the most
connected and quick.
The new rich showed up,
defiantly flashing their wealth,
making honest work seem
like a fools errand.
In the Soviet Union women were
considered part of the workforce.
Now we were looked on
as a commodity.
And of course, you had to dress a
certain way to be paid for your services.
A smart woman looks weak
Like she cant make a living.
A wise woman is meek
And thrives on a mans giving.
Aaaaah - Aaaaah
Smart
Weak
Wise
Meek
I didnt have a man and the new rich
didnt understand my work,
so I barely made a living.
I had a sinking feeling that my life
was turning into a slow death.
Hello?
This is for you.
Yes?
I miss you so much!
A rich patron keeps buying my work.
I cant spend all the money.
Please come back.
You wont be sorry.
Money could solve
a lot of my problems,
but could it change
the essence of me?
Zelma
you are not a bad looking woman.
If you plucked your eyebrows
and wore short skirts
youd be able to get a rich guy
who would take care of you.
Uh-uh.
I put your name down
for a trip to Denmark
for an arts opening. Will you go?
This was to be my first trip to the West.
I put my best clothes on.
I was afraid to touch
the food on the trays.
It was so unfamiliar.
For the first time I noticed that the skin
of my people had a greenish gray tint.
Was it because our food back home
was particularly deprived
of nutrition?
Then I noticed how ill-fitting
my clothes were.
Fearing that the perfect
people of the West
would discover my other flaws,
I stepped aside.
It was nice work -
perverse and innocent
at the same time.
This was the moment that later I kept
reexamining over and over and over,
as if it were the poison that
also contained its antidote.
There was nothing familiar
about this man.
He might as well have been an alien.
I sensed a hostility towards me.
I didnt like him.
Do you speak English?
Now, about my abilities
to learn English.
Heres what my English
teachers had to say.
No grammar!
No pronunciation!
No comprehension!
You will never speak English!
That was not very motivating,
so I decided to learn
English in my sleep.
English...
mini.
My... name... is... Bo.
I am... from... Sweden.
This... is my work.
Oh, he was very talented.
Zelma.
Being so close to his
perfectly made clothes
made me ashamed to be from the East.
He must have despised
my falling apart shoes,
self-made skirts with crooked seams
and my big, unwomanly feet.
Would... you... like to...
dance?
But he was kind to ask
me to dance with him.
It gave me a chance to show
that I was good at something.
Since I didnt speak much English
kissing was another way
of having a conversation.
It felt... interesting.
I could taste our
cultural differences.
Because I didnt like him,
I felt in control.
I could never love this stranger.
Trillions of bacteria live on
and in the human body.
Together, these bacteria make up
the human microbiome.
Because of their dietal
and life style differences
Zelma and Bo each emit a unique
blend of microbes into the air
from their individual
human microbiomes.
For example, Zelma spent most
of her childhood unsupervised
and had less than excellent
hygienic habits.
As a result she was
intimately familiar
with lice and a variety
of parasitic worms.
Bo, on the contrary, grew up
in a more sterile environment
and didnt have the habit of eating
sauerkraut on the verge of spoiling.
So when Bo kisses Zelma,
they enter each others
microbial cloud and indeed,
from it they are able to sense
their cultural differences.
Go ahead, dont be bothered by us.
Well be quiet. Well just watch.
He was so vulnerable and fragile
against the heartless world.
I had to protect him.
There was only one way
to deal with this.
Strong curses in Russian
Oh.
I guess we are not welcome.
Come on, lets go.
Yeah.
Wow! Whatever you said
was super effective!
Perverts.
Not normal.
He needed me to navigate
the brutality of the world.
My heart started to beat faster.
I had to touch him again,
deeper this time.
By melting into his
goodness and innocence
I would lose my corrupted ways.
I could barely constrain
the overwhelming want.
I like it when you smile.
He liked me.
We were wrapped around
each other breathing in sync,
and as our hearts slowed
down readying for sleep,
they started to beat in sync, too.
Our body temperatures that at first
felt different to the touch -
Bos colder, mine warmer,
now under the blanket
became the same.
The border between
the two bodies vanished.
We became a creature of two heads,
four legs and four arms.
You are my mute princess.
The next day I felt a glowing hope
that the chaos of the world
could arrange itself
in an orderly structure
where my pain could be erased
as long as his magic touch
poured its divine balm,
soothing my fears and angst.
I was in love again.
Love! Love! Love!
No more pain!
Love! Love! Love!
All sun no rain!
Zelmas attraction to Bo,
an unfamiliar type of man to her,
increases the levels
of her stress hormones
adrenaline,
norepinephrine
and cortisol.
These stress hormones give
Zelma a surge of energy.
When dopamine is added into
this neurotransmitter cocktail
it all leads to side effects
such as increased heart rate,
loss of appetite and sleep,
and an intense feeling
of excitement.
Ill call you!
It was impossible to be back home.
I felt like an inflated balloon
trying to fit into a shoebox that
couldnt accommodate its new size.
Familiar gray shabby buildings,
gray malevolent people
and a bleak looking future
made me despair.
But I also had hope.
I was in love with a foreigner.
Hello?
Hello? Are you there?
You were a dream made
of virtue and sweetness
that could fill all my foul
emptiness in one sweep.
Being away from you was
a never-ending suffering.
I wished I could tell you all this.
Yes.
How could everything
I felt and thought
be reduced to a mere pictogram?
I wished I had enough words to
communicate my complicated thoughts
and nuanced feelings.
I should have put more effort
into studying English.
I wanted to lay in front
of him the truth...
I was a victim of bad circumstances,
bad men and bad parenting.
Nothing was my fault.
If I were born in Sweden,
I would have grown perfect,
beautiful and blond just like Bo.
But I was born in the Soviet Union
where perfection was punished,
tallness diminished,
and blondness made bland.
I am asking again:
do you think we could
give it a fresh start?
I am rich now.
I sold a painting
for a million rubles.
I can save you.
A million rubles?
Is that before or after inflation?
At least I would like to see you.
HE had to save me.
It was urgent!
Hello.
My... ah...
ex...
wants...
visit.
Oh, no! Please wait for me!
And sometimes our wishes
are expedited.
I wanted to talk to my lover
until my mouth was dry.
The essence of me could only be
communicated through language.
I had to get through to him!
Oh, Bo, I so happy to see you!
There is much I want to tell to you.
If I not beautiful enough for you,
you should know that I been
victim of bad circumstances,
bad men, bad parenting. If I...
Unexpectedly, after our
five-day separation
I spoke perfect English.
Where perfection was punished,
tallness diminished,
and blondness made bland.
The gold of you...
What happened?
You were my mute princess!
Now like Jesus walking on water,
you can speak!
Love obliterates obstacles!
Love! Love!
Love generates miracles!
Love! Love!
Love is so full of power
It can teach a language in one hour!
Love!
But I have hope.
You will save me from myself.
You will fill me with your goodness
and I will never be bad ever again.
Falling in love with Bo rapidly increased
the stress hormone cortisol
in Zelmas blood stream and the
secretion of a protein molecule
known as the Nerve Growth Factor.
The Nerve Growth Factor
generates new neurons
and can rewire neural pathways.
It may help a person who has
fallen in love with a foreigner
to adjust to a completely
new environment
or, like in Zelmas case,
rouse dormant pathways
to a forgotten language
learned in half sleep.
When I looked at my environment afresh
through my gentle lovers eyes
I saw with alarm that it was
unsophisticated and dangerous.
Uhhh! Look at that!
You cant tell which of them
is a girl and which is a guy.
Hair is the same length.
Lesbians.
What are you looking at?
Havent you seen people kiss before?
Buzz off!
Its a guy. With a girl. Its okay.
Perverts.
We rented an apartment
to keep our love undisturbed.
I knew my prayers had been answered.
I had finally met a good man
who would take care of me.
You are the one.
Every moment we were apart
was filled with agony.
Every reunion was celebrated
as the ultimate glory.
You are the one.
We had sex before breakfast.
We had sex after breakfast.
We had sex soon after lunch
and we had sex before
the separation of sleep.
In between we went sightseeing.
Um...
Zelma Liepa,
ah...
will you
marry me?
I was taken aback.
Was it normal in the West
to propose so soon?
And what should I say?
Once I asked for time to think it
over and it didnt end well.
Then I said yes immediately
and it still didnt work.
I looked into his eyes and
saw that my hesitation
was keeping him in painful suspense.
Love means: never be the cause
of your lovers suffering.
What if there was a cosmic
necessity in our union?
The collapse of the Iron Curtain
united the East and West of Europe.
Our marriage would be a union
of East and West, too.
He could make me happy.
I would never have to suffer again.
Love is great, but marriage
is greater than love.
He was the one.
Bo Larsson,
yes.
Haaaaah-aaaaah!!!
What I meant was -
"yes, I would marry you
sometime in the future"...
Lets go!
What a great day to get married!
But I didnt realize the future
was the next day.
Today?
We have to be together.
I know this is right.
I - I didnt tell you but my
grandmothers name was Zelma, too.
This is too meaningful: Zelma Larsson,
a hundred years later.
Its supernatural. Its meant to be.
Please, hurry.
I didnt know that he wanted me
to change my name.
I was an artist.
My name was signed on too many
drawings to give it up without a fight.
But I saw that Bo was on fire.
His urgency was burning him.
I could not increase his pain by demands
like "I am keeping my name".
Then I remembered that in my country
it was not easy to marry a foreigner.
It would give me some time
to think it over.
Because one of you
is a foreign citizen,
you both have to pass a medical
inspection at the hospital.
It normally takes three weeks to get
all the test results and certificates.
This is ridiculous!
We dont have time!
Whats the rush?
Three weeks is nothing compared
to a lifetime of marriage.
How could a perfect man from a
perfect land feel the same despair
that the miserable people
of my land felt?
We have to marry before
I turn back into a frog!
Come here.
Whats bothering you?
I couldnt sleep.
Why couldnt you sleep?
Its a thing that all Swedes have -
we wake up at two in the morning
and cant stop thinking.
I had noticed something
new and odd about Bo.
He was like a restless ocean
under a cloudy sky
that for a long hour would be
transparent, bright aqua green,
then for a flash turn black
and opaque and strange.
Between his words
there were startling pauses,
as if he had caught himself
revealing too much.
What was it?
Give it a rest.
You are with me now.
Ill save you.
I am safe with you.
Do you have a secret?
Yes, I do have a dark secret.
Tell me.
If he had told me that he licked
hairless cats for sexual pleasure
I would have accepted it.
Love is strange that way.
I dont have a secret!
Where did you get that idea?
Umm... I -
Once we get married,
Ill be able to sleep again.
Marriage will solve
all your problems,
However deep.
Marriage is good for your sleep.
You are the one. I know it.
You can change everything.
You have the magic touch.
Thats why we love you so much.
I have been alone for too long.
You can make me into
a less selfish person.
You can turn a frog into a prince.
There is a happy little house
I have always dreamt about.
We will fill that house
with our children.
Itll be perfect.
A happy little house
Filled with a happy little spouse
And children so bright
Will set everything right!
I want you to be happy.
Dear Bo, You have been approved
for work in Canada.
Start immediately.
You have to come with me.
But the Canadian Embassy was suspicious
of Eastern Europeans wanting to go there.
They would not let me in
unless I was married to Bo,
who had a work permit.
So we went to Sweden.
Only in Sweden could people marry
swiftly, without medical examinations.
Zelma, will you have this man
to be your husband
to live together in the
covenant of marriage?
Will you love him, comfort him,
honor and keep him,
in sickness and in health,
and be faithful to him as long as
you both shall live?
For as long as I live?
I... I will.
Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum, bum
baaah-aaah-aaah-aaah
Inexplicably, just saying those
two words exhausted me.
This was the Promised
Land of Canada.
All my friends back home
dreamt to be so wealthy
that they wouldnt have to work
or worry about money.
I was not allowed to work in Canada.
Not having work or worry
was killing me.
Aaaaah...
Aaaaah...
Aaaaah...
Aaaaah...
It is written in sacred
"Model Marriage" books
That a good wife sweeps,
cleans and she cooks.
You are in bed from
morning until night.
You are nothing but a lazy parasite.
Haaaaah-aaaaaah
Shame! Shame! Shame!
Shame! Shame! Shame!
OK! OK! I am getting up.
I could pinpoint my unhappiness
to one source - my husband.
He had promised never-ending
perfection and happiness.
But with every day we spent together
he was less and less perfect
and I was less and less happy.
I had to change him
or this misery would swallow me.
Take your hand off your hip.
Uh... Why?
Its the pose of a middle age woman.
It doesnt befit a man.
How was work today?
Same as usual. Not much going on.
He wouldnt make a good spy.
This was the classical
gesture of a liar.
What was he covering?
Dont look at me like that.
Dont cover your mouth
when speaking to me.
I dont like how you hold your fork.
What is it about how I hold my fork?
It reminds me of Marlene Dietrich
smoking a cigarette.
There is nothing wrong
with Marlene Dietrich.
She is beautiful.
She is dead. And she is a woman.
Dont do it.
It makes you look
ugly and pretentious.
Could you please sit
more like a man?
What... how should I sit?
Like this.
But somewhere in the middle of
my project of changing Bo
I started to notice that Bo
was trying to change me.
Whats for dinner?
I cooked stuffed eggplant.
Again?
Overcooked vegetables
are so 18th century!
I cant believe a woman can be
so uneducated about nutrition!
Thats how we cook in my country.
Gross.
I want you to look pretty
at my office party.
Put some make-up on.
Make-up?
I dont have any make-up!
To me wearing make-up was like
wearing a plastic mask.
It made me self-conscious
and uncomfortable.
A woman without make-up is like
a rose without the morning dew!
In evenings our street
would fill with women
who reminded me
of the country I was from.
At the sight of the women Bo would
tense up and become very focused.
It looked as if he was trying to
communicate with them telepathically.
Am I not good enough for you?
What do you want from them?
Nothing. I'm just looking.
You are NOT just looking.
There can be an affinity between
people without it being sexual.
Affinity with women?
What do you know about being a woman?
In my country an affinity with
women can only be earned
by having a period, getting pregnant,
being abused or raped.
Anything other than that makes
you a man without a clue.
What do YOU know
about being a woman?
Anyone looking at you from a distance
would mistake you for a man.
Your hair is too long.
It makes you look deranged.
I thought you liked my hair!
I did. When it had a golden glow.
Now it just looks greasy and thin.
You keep buying that cheap
shampoo without conditioner.
Of course my hair is greasy now!
This is not the marriage I imagined.
I am not happy.
This was not the marriage I imagined.
I was not happy.
We cant continue on like this.
Its unbearable.
But I thought of a solution.
We can still be happy.
A solution?
Yes. Yes.
The problem is we both
are very selfish.
We need to have something
that is more than just us.
We should have a baby.
The baby would solve
all our problems.
We would love the baby
and through the baby
we would love each other again.
You can keep a lady
If you give her a baby!
Your man will never stray wild
If you give him a child!
My two marriages failed
to make me happy.
Could a baby make me happy?
I had bet my life that marriage with Bo
would make everything perfect.
And it didnt turn out that way.
Now Bo was asking me to gamble my
life on his dream of having a baby.
But it was just a dream.
I had seen babies and the tired
despair in their mothers eyes.
Marriage was supposed to be easy.
But any fool knew that
babies were hard work.
I dont know if a baby
is what I want.
What do you want?
A divorce.
I expected him to scream and hit me.
After all it was his right -
I was his wife and had promised to
be with him until death do us part.
If this is what you want.
Do you know that old saying:
if you love someone let them go?
No. I dont know it.
Where I was from, you killed them
before you let them go.
And there I was again - another failed
marriage because I was not woman enough.
Im coming to see you.
I have to show you something.
I had no idea.
In the Soviet Union non-normative
behavior was punishable.
It was dangerous to be different.
And on the surface it seemed
that no one was different.
All the non-normative behavior
was was lumped into one pile
of bad behavior that could
get you the death sentence.
Being gay or a pedophile or an
exhibitionist was the same thing.
I had never heard of men wanting
to dress in womens clothing.
She is so strange.
She's deranged.
She's not a girl!
She fights!
But suddenly I saw that
I was just like Bo -
in constant fear of being judged
for something I couldnt change.
Why didnt you tell me?
Tell YOU?
You were so unforgiving.
And now?
I have nothing to lose.
No marriage can change me.
This is who I am
and I have to accept it.
Zelma doesnt know
how it feels for a man
to want to dress
in womens clothing,
but now she makes an effort
to understand Bo
by using her own past experiences.
Zelmas hypothalamus,
always on the lookout for a threat,
recognizes that,
although he is different,
Bo is not going to pose a threat
and sends a signal
to the pituitary gland
to release a small dose of oxytocin,
just enough to feel the bond
of shared experiences,
but not too much to feel
the intoxication of love.
Sensing the presence of oxytocin,
several circuits of neurons release
a small dose of dopamine
sending a signal to
Zelmas premotor cortex
that it is okay to extend her hand to
someone whom just an an hour ago
she didnt understand and
regarded as The Other.
She is not a girl!
She is not a girl!
She is not a girl!
She is not a girl!
Mind your own business!
I love the way you are.
Zelma finally feels complete
and at peace with herself.
I am ready for plan D.
Stop!
Do!
Do!
Take the note! Do!
Do!
One more time. Do!
Do!
Nice!
Mi!
Mi!
Good.
Sol!
Sol!
Excellent.
Now, all together!
Baaaah!
Great.
Now, remember to keep
your heads cool about marriage.
We cool!
No pressure.
No pressure!
Perfect.
Lets keep it that way.
The light finally breaks
And lets the butterflies out.
The sound of war recedes
My heart is ready for peace.
I feel so small before
this daunting task
When Love takes off
its confusing mask
I see what love could possibly be
if I had courage
to break with conformity.
Id refuse to engage
in this timeless war
Of who will lose or
who could win more
Id put a stop to
this time-worn song
Of how to Love and
whats right and whats wrong.
I dance on the graves
of my many mistakes
Their cold shiny stones
they teach me new moves.
Tip top TIP tippity tup
Im moving forward, Im moving up.
Tip top TIP tippity tap
Im moving forward with my new map.
Tip top TIP tippity tup
Im moving forward, Im moving up.
Tip top TAP tippity tip
Im moving forward, going on a trip.
The World is too big
to care for my plight
I search, I bargain,
I plea, and I fight
to fit the world
into a room with a view
and share it with someone
Could it be you?
I dance on the graves
of my many mistakes
Their cold shiny stones
they teach me new moves.
Tip top TIP tippity tup
Im moving forward Im moving up.
Tip top TIP tippity tap
Im moving forward with my new map.
Tip top TIP tippity tup
Im moving forward, Im moving up.
Tip top TAP tippity tip
Im moving forward, going on a trip.
Nah-nah
I'll be a Lion, I'll be a force
I'll let my voice out
'til it is hoarse
My spirit will join
the chorus of others
we will be sisters,
we will be brothers
In the song of parity
Love will be a thrill
On the shared ground
of a shared will.
I dance on the graves
of my many mistakes
Their cold shiny stones
teach me new moves.
Tip top TIP tippity tup
Im moving forward, Im moving up,
Tip top TIP tippity tap
Im moving forward with my new map.
Tip top TIP tippity tup
Im moving forward, Im moving up.
Tip top TAP tippity tip
Im moving forward, going on a trip.
I dance to a fresh tune
Known only by a few
Who else knows it?
Could it be...
You?