I am pulled in to see a show by Lypsinka, who is a living picture created by the man who hides within, John Epperson. This show is so fascinating that I return to see it eleven times, and each time I laugh louder.
Without reservation, the audience dispenses gasps and applause at the Epperson skill; a star absolute, a star
essential, but very, very clever – and far too intelligent for the clod-hop world of dopey drag.
It is the most remarkable thing – yes, thing – I have ever seen, and no creative visualization comes close to this genius construction of a show fumed with fantasy and comedy. It is an art pose of a man as the woman of men’s dreams, yet men are simply a diversion for Lypsinka, who would probably eat her lover’s face.