Perfect.

This play reads like a rage filled queer manifesto, taking on the toxicity of suburban life, and the loss that comes with queer people renouncing their queerness for favor of suburban acceptance. Acerbic, biting, and all so true, the play (and foot notes) point us toward the reality of being queer in a society that wants you to be anything but.

As we go through urban life, the spark of anti-suburban rage gets buried under layers of pro-suburban affectation - or would if not for worm and rubio who bring that rage screaming to the surface. Christian Flynn's life is a fuck is a war cry to fight for the identity of souls sucked up by weddings and funerals. The monologues are exhilarating rants of fire. The garbage - stomping and venting obscenities emerge as vital counter rituals to the vanquishing orthodoxy of spirit sanitation. Rarely will you encounter a short work of such potent urgency.