Arcola Tent<\/a> in Dalston,
London. That seemed like the right venue for it, with the tent walls,
benches and tables it felt partway between cabaret and circus.<\/p>\n
Normally, either of those words would have me running for the hills.
My first boyfriend was a juggler, which after two years compounded my
existing distaste for most forms of ‘fun’ and has left me
with a severe allergy to audience participation of all kinds. For the
record, I also dislike games, sport, karaoke, ‘street
theatre’, children and dogs.<\/p>\n
I decided to brave the striped tent of intense social awkwardness on
this occasion because the friend who invited me has a similar outlook,
so I could trust her not to shove me onstage. And also because the
show is about sex and politics, two of my very favourite
subjects.<\/p>\n
Penny and her show<\/h3>\n
If you don’t know who Penny Arcade is, here’s her rather
fascinating biography<\/a>.
And here’s a kind of trailer for the show from the Arcola to
give you a flavour:<\/p>\n
The video makes it look more raunchy than it really was – the
dizzying, sexy, cabaret feel it tries to create was there, but I
think my favourite bits of the show and the ones that have stayed
with me are the points where the spectacle gave way to tenderness,
solemnity and rage.<\/p>\n
Penny Arcade employs stand up, memoir, satire, comedy character
monologues and political rants to talk about censorship and sexual
repression, class, sexuality, LGBTQI rights, HIV, feminism, gender,
capitalism and Barbie.<\/p>\n
There was also a lot of what other reviewers have apparently called
‘hippy stuff’ about there being one love and one hate
and the importance of people breaking down the walls between them to
work together for change. And a light sprinkling of green politics
and anarchism.<\/p>\n
It felt a bit fluffy, but the incredible passion, openness and
warmth of Penny Arcade herself and her performance went a long way
to breaking down my cynicism. Besides, in amongst the fluff were
observations which hit home like a dart. On prejudice and
discrimination for example: “They’re afraid of being it,
so they want to make someone else it.” Yes.<\/p>\n
Sexxxy dancing. Hm.<\/h3>\n
A mixed group of erotic dancers were onstage (and in the audience)
most of the time, and Penny introduced them by name. As someone
who doesn’t spend an awful lot of time in my usual life
watching people dancing in thongs, it was an interesting
experience. Safely bracketed by Art, and in the feminist hands of
the show’s creator, I tried to honestly examine my own
response to it without the fear of being complicit in
exploitation.<\/p>\n
It was sexy. Sort of. The thrustiness of the male dancers was just
alarming, I found myself marvelling at it the same way I would
watching a hummingbird beat its wings 80 times a second. But the
women and the way they moved did flick my switches. Not much, but
that could be because I was furiously analysing all my reactions
as I had them, which is a bit distracting.<\/p>\n
I’ve not got space here to go into my views on the sex
industry (another day maybe) but they don’t fit comfortably
into the boxes of ‘pro’ or ‘anti’. Early
in the show Penny said she viewed erotic dance as the most
powerful form of feminist expression because it was the only thing
designed by women to control men, among the millions of things
designed by men to control women. I don’t buy it. It worked
for\u00a0Salome<\/a>, sure, but anyone else? If so, can
one of you remarkable women please stop the government from
renewing Trident for me please? BUT. That’s not to say it
can’t be a form of feminist expression, and a powerful one
at that.<\/p>\n
The centrepiece of the show feels the closest to what I think of
as performance art. A striptease with a US flag, performed by
Penny Arcade herself while a video of Lenny Bruce’s famous
rant about the illogical and repressive nature of US obscenity
laws plays large in the background. She wasn’t in a
spotlight, and whenever she received a cheer she would point at
the screen to say ‘listen!’ It felt defiant but not
triumphant, and stood out from the rest of the show as an act of
resistance rather than a celebration.<\/p>\n
Roll up, roll up<\/h3>\n
It turns out that
Bitch!Dyke!Faghag!Whore!<\/strong> is now on at the\u00a0Old
Vic Tunnels<\/a>\u00a0in London until 1 September.\u00a0If you
feel that the sex industry and feminism are absolutely
incompatible it’s probably not \u00a0a show you will
enjoy, and yes, there were points where I felt a little
uncomfortable.\u00a0But any misogynists, homophobes,
transphobes and racists who are reading – and I can only
hope you’re here because you’re critically
re-evaluating your opinions, at last – you will
hate<\/em> it. Let me buy you a ticket.<\/p>\n
Things to read!<\/h3>\n
(Not all things I agree with or endorse but relevant and
interesting. Also I’m categorically not a
libertarian, ok? I’m Big State and positive liberty<\/a> all the
way).<\/p>\n