A CABARET IN TWO ACTS, CLAYBOY IS...
Raising the curtain and lowering its eyelids.
Sacred, monstrous, clinical, confessional.
The earnest young devil your mother warned you about.
Undeniably Gurlesque. Syntactically fabulous.
Like drowning in a brocade ballgown.
Intimate and uncanny.
Already in your hands, leaking glitter and pool water.