We see the story in two parts intertwined: His childhood and the progression of his masturbatory habits and his life as an adult with his sex-bot, who evolves through software and hardware upgrades from a rudimentary dummy who can barely pronounce his name (‘Rich-Hard’) to a fully grown girl with desires and attitudes of her own.

The emphasis is, unfortunately in my opinion, placed heavily on the childhood story. It’s hard to watch this play without feeling like you’re being extremely voyeuristic into the author’s life. You feel a bit like Ceiling Cat, watching as he humps everything from magazine pages to his television (‘ZAP’) to his family’s couch cushions. I have trouble recommending this play mostly because it’s really hard to know how someone will take this.

The adult portion of the story, where we see his interactions with the bot and his mother (his bot eventually starts drawing baths for his mother) is, in my opinion, the real meat of the story, but every time it gets going we get yanked back to his wanking.

If you can handle that, though, by all means go. It is very funny. It’s just that it’s funny in a sort of sad and disturbing way.

The ending is both touching and extremely sad. I don’t want to give it away, though.