From the outrageous look of this creature in the press photos I assumed I was in for an evening of Hedwig/Kiki style thrash cabaret. To my surprise, Taylor Mac is far more subdued and operated on a more introspective level. Strumming on a ukelele, Taylor sang wonderful little dittys about politics, dudes, and general malaise. This depressed, yet hopeful, drag queen was really no drag queen at all, but a sweet damaged gay boy hiding behind a mask of sequins. I wanted to give him a hug.