slut ( r ) evolution - no one gets there overnight

If opening night is anything to go by, Cameryn Moore already has a loyal Vancouver following.  Many I talked to loved her Phone Whore  2011 Fringe show.  

From successful Craig’s List relationships (“it’s all about the screening process”) to BDSM camp at Burning Man, Cameryn lays it all out - so to speak - in a frank but charming way.   Surprisingly, I found the depiction of a consensual S/M experience less troubling than her family history and the effects of a terribly harsh comment she overheard from her father.  It’s a blow that’s compounded by years of narrowed personal expectations and a natural reaction to pursue an entirely different lifestyle.  Cameryn knew she wanted something bigger than what was on offer and acceptable in a Mormon Church and family.  She set off to find it.

University years bring frustrations and freedom.  Wonderfully liberal Portland lets her ride topless along the riverside while her friends ride along behind.  “I don’t think they were so much judging me as living vicariously”.  A fair number in the audience were nodding at that observation.

She does settle down in a monogamous relationship for many years, “delightfully mismatched throw cushions” and all.  There’s a gentleness and respect for this time in the telling, even to the point of abandoning the relationship on her realization that one person can never meet all your social, sexual and romantic needs and that, really, 90% of really good sex happens in your head.

There’s an emphatic epiphany at Burning Man that leads into Cameryn’s closing comments about the greater importance of word-of-mouth over show blogs and reviews (ouch) and I whole-heartedly agree with her when she says that “live people, talking about live theatre is what it’s all about”.  To that, I say “Yes.  Hell yes!”