Bella Green is Charging For It.
Gluttony – Masonic Lodge
Bella Green has been performing for years – just not necessarily with her kit on. She’ll tell you that she’s worked plenty of jobs that pressured a loosening of her persons, and that stripping and brothels were not amongst them (bank call centres, anyone?). I presume at some point, after telling countless stories to less wordly folks, she’s realized – yes she can charge for her storytelling too. And fertile ground for storytelling sex work is indeed.
In this NSFW performance, Green chronicles her development from sneaking looks at ‘Mandie’s Marvellous Melons’ in her dad’s People magazine collection, to losing her virginity to mark the Y2K bug, and finally to dominatrix in training (before she realized that the latter involved a depressingly large unpaid commitment to venue cleanup after each client). Brothel work does not require venue cleanup by the sex workers. Mental note tucked away in case of future unemployment.
A relative newcomer to the comedy circuit, this is a show that will stretch you between matter of fact education like trips to the gynaecologist, all the way through to ‘oh my god – can I laugh at that? Is it revealing too much about myself to the other audience members? Are they laughing too?’. The coprophagic client and the timeclock texter were raucous highpoints in particular. This is definitely content that benefits when the audience has had a number of pre-show beverages to loosen their strangling sense of self-consciousness, and in some ways it’s a shame it’s not staged in the Gluttony park where the rowdy environment would help to appropriately ‘prime’ the audience.
Review by Sarah List