Two aged (and aging) queens stand by a gloryhole waiting for something to happen. Truly hopeless (and obnoxious) in their misery, these two trash heaps have become addicted to the climax of complaint that helps them pass the time, not realizing that their wallowing sinks them deeper and deeper into a well of existential drama. Then all of a sudden, a sign of hope as the gloryhole begins to glow... A truly stupid mashup of Beckett's Waiting for Godot, grunge drag, and dance theater, My Pussy Hurts Too is an existential search for "salvation," the all-cleansing douche for humanity's ailments.