Cherry Jezebel

Behind the mascara, the wigs, and the six-inch stiletto heels, all that glitters isn’t gold. At least Cherry Brandy’s always got her best mate Heidi. But growing up queer in Liverpool is grim, and the queer family they’ve forged is about to slip through Cherry’s nicotine-stained fingers. From the boudoirs to the bathrooms of Liverpool’s gloriously gobby drag scene, Cherry Jezebel is a riot of lipstick and split lips, of bitching and bruises. It’s a play that celebrates queerness while spilling the tea on the pain behind the polish.