She wrote the first 10 minutes of Phone Whore — which would evolve into her first fringe play — as a submission to a gay theatre festival in Boston. Apparently homosexual fantasies are a staple of the trade.
“These men don’t think they’re gay,” she says. “It’s safer for them to tell me these things than their wives and girlfriends.”
This past winter she expanded Phone Whore into a 55-minute script, which sees her taking four separate calls, a couple of which are extremely explicit and intense, while padding around her apartment, making toast and telling the audience about her work.
“I take the calls very seriously,” says Moore, who started on the Canadian fringe circuit in June in Montreal.
“These men know what they want and they’re able to articulate it.”
She gives a $2 admission discount to “card-carrying sex workers,” and clearly sees herself as in the same business as street walkers.