Decisions, decisions. It seems the biggest one the cross-dressing Karen D'Or has to make in this production is whether to stand up at the urinal or sit down on the toilet seat. It's squat time. And instead of being the investigative reporter he's supposed to be and getting the goods on a Minneapolis (why pick on poor Minneapolis?) sex club, he seen whacking off in a mens' room. Sharon Kane and Susan Vegas are apparently having a better time of it —but not by much. The camera is aimed like Voyager 2 at some unknown interstellar constellation as Kane and Vegas engage in their respective threesomes. The audience wake up call coincides when Kane and one of her male partners pounce on an asleep, unsuspecting D'Or. Pass the cheese. It's the appropriate hors d'oeuvre for this production.