Whack-a-Mole: The Safe Space of Cameron Esposito and Rhea Butcher’s Comedy

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These ladies are kicking ass and queering spaces in ways I don’t yet have the tools to do.

So I had the absolute pleasure of seeing Rhea Butcher and Cameron Esposito over the weekend. The show was great. It was also very, very gay. And as I watched, I realized that I haven’t really spent that much time yet in queer spaces, at least outside of our little community center here in town. I haven’t been to a big Pride weekend or even an Indigo Girls concert. I’m still kind of a baby gay, my skin is all fragile and new.

So during the show (when I was trying not to look at Rhea Butcher’s butt in those jeans, because she’s taken, but DAMN), I was watching this middle-aged straight man seated a few tables down from us. He was at the show with his much-more-attractive lady date, and I don’t know how they got their tickets, but I don’t think he realized what they had gotten themselves into until it was too late. (Maybe it was court-mandated comedy service for homophobes.) The show started with Rhea Butcher talking about how much she loves her last name (“that’s what I am. I am butcher than all of you”) and progressed into Cameron Esposito’s “TED talk” on what lesbians do in bed (“those women in porn aren’t lesbians. Just look at their fingernails. And if you wonder why I say that, would you keep sharp objects at the end of your dick? I’m holding the mic with my dick right now”).  And throughout, this guy just got purpler and purpler. I only saw him chuckle once, and it was pretty forced.

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Killing It: Cameron Esposito

Screen Shot 2014-11-30 at 10.08.00 PMThis is what an out comic looks like in the 21st century. She looks like a Thunder Cat. And she’s damn proud of it.

I remember trying to watch a stand-up routine Ellen did on HBO a few years after The Puppy Episode. She was funny, sure (she was still Ellen, after all), but she’d had a hard few years. She was wearing an awkward outfit. She didn’t look quite sure of herself. She opened the act with some jokes about the audience questioning whether they were gay because they had attended, and the rest of her jokes were fairly neutered. I was a little sad for her, in retrospect. I wanted to scoop her up and hug her and say “I promise: it gets better! You’ll go snorkeling with Portia every Christmas soon!”

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