Ms. Cho takes us to places we didn’t know we wanted to go, reminding us that every sexual community shares the need to laugh about what it does in the dark. It’s hard to tell what’s making the audience giggle as Ms. Cho compares fisting techniques. Is it embarrassed laughter or lusty recognition? After all, she may not mind, but it’s downright uncomfortable for the rest of us to think that her folks are in the audience. 

Alternately silly and clever, bottom and top, straight and gay, but always the diplomat of the LGBT community, Cho is much more one-woman than standup comic. Since we saw her last, she’s been deeply dissatisfied by a lover, had a colonic, and realized that while pussy might still be on her menu, it’s not the soup du jour. 

She’s been political in her spare time as well, doing her patriotic part after 9/11 by giving complimentary blow-jobs to overtired volunteers – putting the relief back into relief worker, one might say. While clearly a master of practice, she’s also well-versed in political theory. Her two cents on gay marriage: “Any government that would deny a gay man the right to bridal registry is a fascist state.” 

Family is at the forefront of every Cho show and provides some of the best material here. She tells the story of her father receiving an unwanted sexual advance from his best friend and – in his confusion – punching him. The anecdote is funny as hell, but – as is typical of Cho – has a larger statement to make too. 

Her impressions of her mother comprise her most signature shtick. When you start to worry whether Mrs. Cho might take offense, relax. Mommy must be so proud. In fact, we know she is – she’s in the women’s restroom thanking people for coming to the show.