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Disclaimer: I saw this play on a comped ticket. There will also be offensive words in this review, as those offensive words are what the play is about. Namely, the N word and the three letter F word. If these words in an academic context offend you, you may want to stop reading here.

I went into this play concerned that what I was about to see might be some kind of slam poetry activist in your face kind of thing. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, it just wouldn’t be my cup of tea. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn’t that at all.

This is an autobiographical one man play about its actor, Berend McKenzie. It’s about growing up and living as a gay black man, a combination that he demonstrates gives the mean people we all experience in our lives double the ammunition to use on him. In a series of deeply personal and intimate skits we see him as a child, discovering that pink skipping ropes cause him to get called a fag, not to mention that they make good whips for kids who gain the wrong kind of inspiration from Roots; as a teenager, discovering that while mohawks and camo pants make you look punk rock, eyeliner just makes you look gay; and as an adult actor, discovering that while he fits into two shoeboxes (gay and black) the combination of them prevents him from getting work.

It is in this last scenario that my favorite line of the play lies: “I don’t look like a black man, more like a member of the gay mexican drug cartel!”

I have previously reviewed plays by both Guys Un-Disguised and Berend McKenzie in previous years by the way. Berend McKenzie’s Get Off The Cross, Mary! was really funny as well, and if you saw and liked it, you’ll probably like this as well.