This is absolutely joyous.
Constructed mainly from comic monologues, interspersed with some song and dance, it’s also very funny.
Co-creators Rebel Star and Melody Rachel are superb comic performers.
Warning – absurd generalisations that attempt to delineate performance styles: Star employs a giggly infectious effervescence, punctuated by devastating dead-pan. Rachel employs the well-placed pause and the slight but-oh-so-evocative vocal intonation.
Sometimes the monologues are honest sharings, such as Star’s beautifully sweet reminiscence of a teenage dalliance, or Rachel’s tale of her first LSD experience (which includes the best definition of God I’ve ever heard.)
At other times, the monologues are playful representations of aspects of dating, like Rachel’s brilliantly written and delivered piece on keeping it casual.
It’s tempting to share some of the show’s hilarious one-liners – but, for reasons of critical integrity, I won’t. (But I did last night, as soon as I got home, to my partner’s delight.)
With simple production values, and a running time of 50 minutes, Lesbian Sex Diaries is fun fringe. And, if I can hazard a wider comment on queer theatre, it’s a glorious example of that genre as pure celebration.
Paul Gilchrist
Lesbian Sex Diaries by Rebel Star and Melody Rachel
At the Loading Dock, Qtopia, as part of the Sydney Fringe,
Until 20 September
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