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Sir Fistopher, knight of the labial table: gold hot pants, dildo sword, and a convincing British accent. Bad drag. Cardboard gold spray-painted armor. The patron saint of awkward sexual encounters.
He’s on a quest for the holy grail. But he doesn’t actually know what it looks like. He enlists the audience as experts; asking questions to inform his search and get one step closer to finding the grail. The piece works with the collective nature of queer fun and highlights the importance of imagination-exercises as a utopic and emancipatory practice.
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