Dancing about chlamydia
Bryony Kimmings is a Sex Idiot. Having had her “fair share of sexual adventures” she takes her first sexually transmitted infection test at 29, and discovers she has chlamydia. As a solo performance artist, she’s spun her resultant tracing of her sexual contacts—to curb the “epidemic” she may have caused—into a compellingly bonkers menagerie of dances, ditties, and poems.
One of the best things about this show is how bludgeoningly frank Bryony is about sex. After deciding that sending anonymous letters to her past lovers is “cowardice,” and facing talking to them herself, embarrassment crept in. But having got over this, Bryony (beginning with a song of 93 vagina synonyms) knocks any reserve to do with bodies, lust, infidelity, or love out of us too.
Her frankness extends to why she didn’t use protection. NHS Direct puts it as “alcohol can affect your judgement . . .You can make rash