
“Going camp”: Revelations on craft, cringe, and queerness with writer and theatre maker Esther Dougherty
I don't think there's ever a point in any of my plays where a character actually tells a joke. It’s not them cracking jokes with each other; we’re laughing at them. It’s clown, and everyone is invited to uncouple from the profundity, the seriousness, to cleanse the palette.

Slippery | Curtain World
There is a clear internal logic to the fantastical in Slippery, but with just enough of the familiar that it’s both hilariously weird and painfully relatable. Slippery feels like being pulled down a rabbit hole into a fantastical genderless fever-dream where everyone in the Vatican is gay, spoons are idiots, and cucumber vape juice will kill you. It’s unashamedly absurd, unapologetically queer, and hysterically funny.