Discomfort, discovery to be had at Fringe’s Slut (r)evolution
By Brianna Turner
The first thing that must be said about this show is that you are liable to walk out feeling vaguely as though you’ve been put through a meat-grinder. Everything about Cameryn Moore’s delivery of this retelling of her life as a self-described slut is so raw and honest that there are times when every word feels like what one imagines having a clothespin tenderly applied to one’s breast might feel like…an experience Moore is happy to regale her audience with.
Detailing Moore’s struggles with her own sexuality at length, from entering her sexual awakening in a Mormon home, to BDSM explorations at Burning Man, to a sexually unfulfilling decade-long lesbian relationship, Moore’s sexual catalogue is both impressive and inclined to induce prudish cringes from the, shall we say, less “open-minded” patrons of her performances. That being said, whether recounting masturbatory improvisation with grocery produce and naughty bits in books, or sharing the ups and downs of Craigslist as a means of getting laid, Moore kept every member of the audience laughing.
Though the comedic force of this production is strong, Slut ( r )evolution is also interspersed with serious, thought-provoking, and occasionally downright miserable moments. The fact that these moments were injected into the performance with no introduction or preamble made for immense discomfort upon having emotions forced from delighted humour to somberness in a matter of seconds. While it was a near-unpleasant roller coaster of emotion, it retrospectively seemed to reinforce Moore’s message about the nature of one’s personal sexual evolution.
Slut ( r )evolution is best described as high-impact. Though Moore keeps the audience in the moment while she is performing, her message leaves a residue that prods you to consider your own sexuality in terms of who you are, who you have been, and what you want to be as a sexual being. Her personal journey encourages the audience to reflect upon their own, and if one of those audience members took nothing more than that away from the performance, it would be enough.