Hoo ha. Muff. Beaver. Frontbum. Pink taco. Pink bits. Mulaka…

Yes, it is a comedy. No, it’s not a variation of The Vagina Monologues. The Talking Vagina has no feminist agendas (well, not really) and no monologues (well, not really).

But there is one helluva talkative c**t.

Jessica, the best children’s book illustrator in all of Brunswick West, just wants to get the job done. Life starts to unravel when her secret is revealed to her new boyfriend, Edward, and her new client, Mr Wong - Jessica has a talking vagina. A ‘fou fou’ named Frank. And Frank has dreams to rival Jessica’s.

After a hairy life repressed in Jessica’s hightop knickers, he’s not about to shut up.

An original play from the minds and groins of Theatre in Bars, an artists’ collective funded by RMIT Union Arts and established in 2006.