AWARD WINNING THEATRE MAKER RACHEL MARS RETURNS WITH A GLORIOUSLY INTIMATE, FUNNY AND SHOCKING NEW SOLO SHOW.
'You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I f****d them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole.' James Joyce, letter to Nora Barnacle, 1908
'I know it's late notice but are you free to sit on my face tonight?' Sext, 2018
Before sexts there were hand-written letters. And loads of them were filthy. With the help of the internet, friends and two sexologists, Rachel has unearthed missives dating back centuries. Triangulating these sex and love letters of long dead artists with contemporary sexts and a meditation on the construction of the queer female body, the show is a tender and surprising hour that asks - how do we write ourselves and for whom?
Including letters by Frida Kahlo, Georgia O’Keeffe and James Joyce amongst others, as well as sexts sent in by anonymous donation.