Petite and sporting a short, dirty blonde hair style, Moseley picks up her guitar and belts out a song about being white, middle class and divorced. Then she tells us she is 54 years old, has a teenage son and is enjoying the best sex of her life living in a happy triad with a like-minded female and male partner. She aims to teach us some terms for discussing such relationships, and when she steps to the pedestal to deliver definitions (sexology, polyamorous relationships, etc.) she switches from her slightly nasal Portland drawl to a high-toned British accent, so we know this is by-the-book-larnin'!
As the 65-minute narrative proceeds, Moseley takes us from her teen years, when she dreamed of women but screwed lots of guys, through her numerous adulteries, failed marriages and loveless, but highly functional relationships, to her present enlightened state of joyful, transparent sex, the envy of all who watched them make out at a recent summer sex camp. Her mission is to share, through theater and music, her personal sexual growth and healing by opposing social patriarchy and ironclad notions of sexual identity. Her energetic delivery of her tireless search for good sex is forthright and clear, but the most fun in the show is in her songs. With a rich mezzo, and a sly smile she sings of how she writes songs dedicated to her lovers after break-ups, and something pretty awful happens to those exes, whether they’re from Texas or not.